God Realm (Seeking Collection, Seeking Follow-up Reads)

God Realm.

Forest of Life.

"Rongrong, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Feng Yan looked at the beautiful woman before him, clad in the Nine-Colored Divine Raiment, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"If you do this, won't Oscar come looking for me to fight for his life?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head and gave a playful smile: "Brother Feng, you are the God of Fire, one of the thirty-two main gods of the God Realm."

"Are you afraid of a mere God of Food? Besides, I haven't even agreed to be with Little Ao yet."

Hearing this, alarm bells rang in Feng Yan's heart, and he took half a step back.

This woman is trouble!

"Brother Feng, are you serious about taking half a step back?"

Ning Rongrong narrowed her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of a threat.

"Am I, the dignified Nine-Colored Goddess, really that terrifying in your eyes?"

"It's not that you're terrifying."

Feng Yan retreated another half step and added: "It's that you're terrifying to gods."

He had been transmigrated for so many years; there was no scene he hadn't witnessed.

Speaking of his past life, Feng Yan couldn't help but sigh.

In his previous life, he was a corporate slave.

The 996 kind.

Working overtime until late every night, his only entertainment was secretly reading webnovels at his desk.

He read the most of the Primordial-style novels.

He particularly liked the part about Red Boy; one puff of Samadhi True Fire, and even the Monkey King had to run.

Then, he arrived at the Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago.

Like Tang San, he had the same start in Holy Soul Village.

The same Innate Full Soul Power.

The only difference was that his martial soul was a wisp of flame that could evolve.

From a spark to a flame, from a flame to the Ultimate Fire.

And now, to the current Samadhi True Fire.

Although this Samadhi True Fire wasn't the version from his past life that almost burned that monkey to death.

It was still good enough.

What did "good enough" mean?

It meant he could use this fire to roast sweet potatoes, refine pills, fight, and occasionally help Xiao Wu heat up her bathwater...

"Brother Feng, your mind is wandering."

A delicate voice drifted over, and Feng Yan finally snapped back to reality.

Ning Rongrong had retreated a few steps at some point, and the nine-colored divine light slowly swirled in her hands.

Soon, a golden bead appeared.

The moment Feng Yan saw the bead, he felt his entire being go sour.

That golden liquid... pfft!

That golden luster, that familiar aura, that...

Wasn't that the soul of the Angel God he had been keeping in his collection?

How was it in Ning Rongrong's hands?

"Rongrong, how is this thing in your hands? Does Tang San know?"

Ning Rongrong's smile was as bright as a flower: "Guess?"

Feng Yan didn't want to guess.

He didn't dare to guess, either.

If Tang San found out he was hoarding this thing, he would be finished.

Tang San was a dual-god entity with two super-divine artifacts, and he was a God King!

And he was merely a Level 1 God without a super-divine artifact.

The gap between the two was like that between a soul master who had just awakened their martial soul and a Titled Douluo.

"Brother Feng, you wouldn't want Brother San to find out about your collection of Qian Renxue's divine soul, would you?"

Ning Rongrong said with a giggle.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Feng Yan was shocked.

How could those words come out of her mouth?

Could it be that she learned them from him?

If nothing went wrong, the next sentence should be a demand!

Ning Rongrong from Neon, please calm down!

Seeming to see through Feng Yan's inner thoughts, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and laughed:

"Brother Feng, what are you thinking about? I was just joking with you, what did you think I was going to do?"

Feng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, he had been overthinking it.

This was the Douluo God Realm, and Ning Rongrong was the dignified Nine-Colored Goddess; she wouldn't make any improper requests.

"That's good then."

"However..."

Ning Rongrong suddenly put away her smile and looked at him seriously.

Feng Yan's heart jumped back into his throat.

"However what?"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward, stared into his eyes, and said word by word:

"Brother Feng, as long as you accompany me to a place, I won't tell Brother San."

Feng Yan was stunned, "Go to a place?"

"Mm."

"What place?"

Ning Rongrong didn't answer, but instead turned to look deep into the woods.

There, the trees were lush, the light was dim, and a winding path could be vaguely seen leading deep inside.

Feng Yan followed her gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

That was the depths of the Forest of Life.

Commonly known as... the little woods.

An hour later.

A disheveled Feng Yan held the golden bead in his hands, seeing off the rosy-cheeked Ning Rongrong.

"Brother Feng, Brother San is hosting a family banquet tomorrow. You are the eighth member of our Shrek Seven Devils, so make sure you don't miss it."

"Also, Xiao Wu asked me to bring you a message: Wutong misses you very much..."

These were the last words Ning Rongrong left behind.

Besides, nothing actually happened just now.

Only, a silver tongue, a pillar standing tall, buns with meat, and a 69-style encounter...

The golden bead flickered with light, as if mocking his disarray.

"You're laughing at Nuwa!"

"If it weren't for you, would I have been manipulated by Ning Rongrong? And then gone into the little woods with her?"

After Feng Yan finished cursing, the golden bead flashed even more merrily.

The frequency and rhythm were so intense it was practically setting up a DJ deck to start raving.

"Fine, keep laughing."

Feng Yan swiped his right hand through the void, opened his personal space, and said, "Tomorrow I'll take you to see Tang San and see if you can still laugh then."

As he spoke, he tossed Qian Renxue inside.

The moment the space entrance closed, he vaguely felt a resentful gaze shooting out from within.

But he didn't pay it any mind.

He was thinking about something else.

Something even more troublesome.

Tang San.

Xiao Wu.

And himself.

Feng Yan stood in place for a while, then sighed and sat down on a rock.

Speaking of Tang San, he felt it was nothing but trouble.

Speaking of Xiao Wu...

That was even more troublesome.

His relationship with Xiao Wu was not simple.

It went back ten thousand years, to Shrek Academy.

Back then, Xiao Wu had actually relied on him, while Tang San had been more like a sycophant.

Unfortunately, Feng Yan lacked a golden finger and still had to worry about Tang Hammer.

He was afraid of being smashed into a meat patty by that hammer, so he had refused her quite decisively.

Back then...

"Brother Feng, can humans and soul beasts really be together?"

Feng Yan remembered it clearly; it was a certain dusk, behind the mountain at Shrek Academy, when Xiao Wu had suddenly asked him that question.

He had been roasting sweet potatoes at the time, but a cold killing intent had suddenly emanated from behind him.

Feng Yan understood instantly.

That comrade Tang Hammer was watching him from the shadows; if he had agreed, the hammer would have landed on him the very next second.

"How could humans and soul beasts be together? Humans are humans, and soul beasts are soul beasts."

"There is reproductive isolation!"

Xiao Wu: "..."

Just like that, the two of them were finished.

The killing intent behind him slowly dissipated...

At that time, Feng Yan thought the matter was settled.

He continued roasting his sweet potatoes, and Tang San continued chasing after his Xiao Wu.

Everything was perfect.

Until one day after they had ascended to godhood.

That day, Tang San had gone alone to the God Realm Committee for a meeting.

Xiao Wu had come to find Feng Yan by herself, claiming she wanted to thank him for his kindness back then.

Feng Yan hadn't thought much of it and opened the Drunken God Brew gifted by the newly ascended God King of Evil, Ji Dong.

As they drank, Xiao Wu suddenly spoke: "Brother Feng, sometimes I wonder, if you hadn't rejected me back then, what would it be like now?"

Before Feng Yan could even open his mouth, he felt dizzy and disoriented.

The aftereffect of that wine was far too strong.

He remembered very little of what happened later.

He only remembered the passion of bodies colliding...

When he woke up, Xiao Wu was already gone.

A note was left on the table: Don't tell anyone.

Feng Yan casually burned the note, pretending that nothing had happened.

Until Tang Wutong was born.

Those eyes, that nose, the way she looked when she smiled...

Then, as Feng Yan held Tang Wutong, his hands were trembling.

Tang San laughed from the side: "Feng Yan, look at my daughter, she looks so much like Xiao Wu."

Feng Yan nodded silently: "She does, she does."

He didn't know what methods Xiao Wu had used to deceive a God King.

But he knew that if Tang San ever found out about these things, he would absolutely tear him to pieces!

And also...

That family banquet tomorrow—it wouldn't be a trap, would it?