Medusa's Gaze! Yu Tianheng's Shock: Yan Yan, You've Changed! (Seeking Readership!)

Crack, crack, crack!

That slab of solid granite, standing a full two people tall, turned ash-gray in an instant before crumbling into a pile of gravel and dust!

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

On a distant hillside, Meng Shenji's mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly dislocating.

Bai Baoshan rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had fallen victim to an illusion.

Qin Ming and Yu Tianheng were even more stunned, standing like wooden chickens, as if they had lost the ability to think.

"It... it worked?"

After a long while, Meng Shenji finally let out an incredibly dry groan:

"She... she actually absorbed a seventy-thousand-year spirit ring?!"

"And... without a single scratch?!"

In this moment, the theories of martial souls they had built up over decades lay shattered on the ground.

Dugu Bo looked at the group of "spectators" in the distance who were stunned into silence, a smug, cold smile curling his lips before he turned to Dugu Yan, his eyes filled with pride:

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Yanyan, how do you feel?"

Dugu Yan stood up, feeling the surging, ocean-like power within her body, as well as that fifth spirit skill so powerful it made even her own heart palpitate.

She turned to look at Dugu Bo, her eyes flashing with excitement:

"Grandfather, I feel... better than ever!"

"And, just as the senior said, I really did obtain that skill..."

Dugu Yan's lips curled slightly, revealing a dangerous smile:

"Medusa's Gaze!"

The same spirit skill as Dugu Bo's head spirit bone!

"Hahahaha!

Good!

A truly magnificent Medusa's Gaze!"

Dugu Bo looked at his high-spirited granddaughter and couldn't help but laugh out loud, the sound causing the surrounding leaves to rustle and fall.

He walked up to Dugu Yan in a few strides, looking her up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised pride and doting affection:

"Level fifty-three!

Three levels in one go!

And you even obtained such a top-tier spirit skill!

Yanyan, your current achievements have already far surpassed your grandfather back in the day!"

While he was praising his granddaughter on the surface, Dugu Bo immediately used his mental power to transmit a message.

He respectfully sent a telepathic message to Yu Nan, who resided within Dugu Yan:

"Senior's methods are heaven-defying; this junior is impressed to the point of prostration!

If not for Senior's presence, Yanyan would never have been able to absorb this seventy-thousand-year spirit ring.

The Dugu family will never forget this great kindness!"

"Enough, stop the flattery."

Yu Nan's lazy voice echoed in Dugu Bo's mind, carrying a hint of nonchalance:

"This girl has a good foundation. Since she has become my host, I naturally won't let her stop at the mundane.

This is merely the beginning."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo felt even more ecstatic.

With a word from this big shot, the future of the Dugu family wouldn't just be brilliant—it would be soaring to the heavens!

Just as the grandfather and granddaughter were immersed in the joy of their skyrocketing strength.

A hurried figure suddenly broke through the poison mist that had yet to fully dissipate.

"Yanyan--!!"

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry, Yu Tianheng rushed over regardless of the danger.

Dugu Bo frowned slightly, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes.

He had always looked down upon the arrogance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Although this kid Yu Tianheng was sincere enough toward Yanyan.

But at such a critical moment just now, other than crying and despairing, the boy hadn't been able to help at all.

However, considering that the boy was, after all, Yanyan's boyfriend, and the two had always had a good relationship.

Dugu Bo let out a cold snort, but ultimately dispersed the spirit power barrier blocking the way, allowing Yu Tianheng to rush inside.

"Yanyan!

You... are you alright?!"

Yu Tianheng rushed before Dugu Yan, his hands trembling as he reached for her shoulders, his eyes bloodshot.

With dried tear tracks still staining his face, he looked utterly disheveled.

There was not a trace left of the grace expected of a young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!

That was a seventy-thousand-year spirit ring!

How could you be so reckless?!"

Yu Tianheng's voice turned hoarse with agitation, his tone carrying both the relief of a narrow escape and a reproach for Dugu Yan's risky behavior:

"If something had happened to you, what would I have done?

Have you even considered my feelings?!"

As he spoke, Yu Tianheng reached out to pull Dugu Yan into his arms, desperate to feel her body heat and confirm that she was still alive.

However.

Just as Yu Tianheng's hands were about to touch Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan subconsciously took half a step back.

This step was light and small.

Yet, between the two of them, it felt as if an invisible chasm had been carved.

Yu Tianheng's hands froze in mid-air, and he stood stunned, looking at Dugu Yan in bewilderment:

"Yanyan...?"

Dugu Yan looked at the man before her, his face streaked with tears and his expression frantic.

What welled up in her heart was not touched emotion, but an inexplicable... irritation.

Even, disappointment.

Once upon a time, Yu Tianheng had been perfect in her eyes.

He was the twin star of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the top student of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and a leader among the younger generation.

He was powerful, confident, and domineering—everything she had ever fantasized about in a partner.

But now...

Looking at this man who wailed at the slightest hint of risk and even attempted to use "love" to shackle her pursuit of power.

Dugu Yan suddenly felt that he was so weak.

Not just weak in strength, but weak in spirit.

Just moments ago, while absorbing the spirit ring, she had witnessed Yu Nan's supreme dominance, the way he covered the sky with one hand and treated a seventy-thousand-year fierce soul like an ant.

That grand spirit of "all below the god-level are but ants," that composure of controlling everything, had already been deeply branded into the depths of her soul.

Having seen a True Dragon soar through the nine heavens, how could she ever care about a lizard on the ground again?

Before the mountain-like figure of Yu Nan.

This so-called "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon" that was Yu Tianheng seemed like nothing more than a loach that had yet to grow up—childish and laughable.

"I am fine, Tianheng."

Dugu Yan spoke faintly, her voice calm to the point of coldness.

Dugu Yan reached out and gently brushed aside Yu Tianheng's hand, which remained frozen in mid-air, her eyes devoid of their usual attachment and tenderness.

In their place was a sense of aloofness that looked down from above:

"The path to power is paved with thorns; if one dares not take such risks, how can one ever hope to reach the pinnacle?"

"You..."

Yu Tianheng looked at Dugu Yan in disbelief, as if staring at a stranger.

The Yanyan of the past, though proud, was always a gentle, clinging bird before him, moved by his concern.

She would ache for him whenever he was injured.

But now, she stood there, radiating a pressure that made him feel suffocated.

That look in her eyes...

It was as if she were looking at an ignorant child, or rather, a weakling.

"Yanyan, you've changed..."

Yu Tianheng muttered to himself, a wave of immense panic surging in his heart.

"People always change, Tianheng."

Dugu Yan turned away, no longer looking at him, and cast her gaze into the distance, her tone wistful:

"I used to think that as long as we could win the Spirit Master Tournament, and as long as I could be with you, that would be the greatest happiness."