Meng Yiran's Tiny Worldview

Meng Yiran followed closely behind Gu Tian, her palms slick with cold sweat, her entire being seemingly still in a state of shock. Only when the door slammed shut, cutting off the pressure of the Dragon King that made ten thousand beasts tremble, did she collapse against the heavy jade door panel, gasping for air as her chest heaved violently.

"Gu Tian... that Sister Bi Ji from earlier, and that silver-haired big sister... could it be that they are all Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

Meng Yiran asked with a trembling voice, her eyes, usually full of spirit, appearing unfocused due to extreme shock.

In her understanding, the common knowledge of the soul master world was as immovable as iron: only soul beasts that reached a hundred thousand years of cultivation could transform into a perfect human form so casually.

Yet the two women she had just seen, with that holiness and dominance as if they had stepped out of a painting, and that aura that could change the world with a mere gesture, had clearly completely transcended the category of human Title Douluo.

Gu Tian watched Meng Yiran's terrified little appearance and found it secretly amusing. He walked slowly to the side of the daybed and sat down, casually pulling Na'er, who had been rubbing against him, onto his lap.

He stroked Na'er's long hair gently, his tone indifferent, "Mm, your guess is correct. Gu Yuena is indeed the master of soul beasts; you can call her the Silver Dragon King. As for Bi Ji, she is an Emerald Swan with five hundred thousand years of cultivation."

"Five... five hundred thousand years?!"

Meng Yiran let out a shriek, her legs turning to jelly as she nearly slid to the floor. Five hundred thousand years! In an era where Title Douluo were regarded as earthly immortals and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast were immortal legends, a being with five hundred thousand years of cultivation was a myth standing alive before her.

Before she could catch her breath, Gu Tian delivered another heavy blow.

"Actually, it's not just them." Gu Tian pointed at Na'er in his arms, then raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Yue, who was leisurely drinking tea nearby, and Xiao Wu, who was squatting on the ground counting various flavors of carrots, adding with a mischievous smile:

"Gu Yue, Xiao Wu, and this clingy Na'er in my arms—they are all actually Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that have transformed."

"Boom—!"

Meng Yiran felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her brain; the world before her seemed to be shaking.

She had always thought she was competing for favor with a few gifted human geniuses, harboring a vague sense of superiority as a big sister, only to discover now that, apart from herself, all the wives around Gu Tian were primordial behemoths starting at a hundred thousand years?

Even that Xiao Wu, who did nothing but eat carrots all day, was a terrifying existence in her true form capable of kicking a Soul Saint to death?

"Then... what about you?" Meng Yiran looked at Gu Tian as if he were a monster, her footsteps retreating a small step unconsciously, her eyes filled with self-doubt. "Little Brother Gu Tian, could it be that you... are also an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years?"

"What are you thinking?" Gu Tian rolled his eyes, tapping her on the head from a distance in annoyance. "I am a complete human, through and through. It's just that there are two even more incredible big sisters living in my Sea of Consciousness. If you want to see them, it's not like I can't take you."

"Sea of Consciousness? And two of them are living there?" Meng Yiran listened, stunned. Before she could react to what "living there" meant, Gu Tian had already stood up, and the Nine-Colored Divine Light instantly enveloped the entire room.

"Saying more is not as good as letting you see for yourself. Come, I'll take you to visit my home."

Gu Tian didn't wait for an answer; he activated his spatial power, and a nine-colored vortex instantly swept all five of them away.

The silver spatial gate turned.

Meng Yiran felt countless blurred lights and shadows flash before her eyes, followed by the delicate, soft touch of sand beneath her feet. When she opened her eyes again, she was plunged into a different level of shock.

In front of her, a luxurious villa filled with a sense of modern technology, white all over with large floor-to-ceiling windows, shone brilliantly under the sun. In the distance was a vast ocean shimmering with nine-colored rays of light; as the breeze blew, the air carried a sweet, invigorating fragrance.

"Wow! This place is so beautiful... how can there be a house with this kind of design?"

Meng Yiran was about to marvel at the strange architecture, but suddenly noticed that the atmosphere around her had become very strange.

Xiao Wu, Gu Yue, and Na'er, who had been wearing light summer dresses, closed their eyes in unison the moment they stepped onto the beach, their soul power fluctuating violently, their expressions filled with unprecedented vigilance.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

In a dazzling flash of light, the three women used the hand speed of someone single for many years to conjure one set of ridiculously thick clothes after another for themselves.

Xiao Wu, not knowing where she got the inspiration, put on a long, fluffy, oversized fur coat, wrapping herself into a round pink ball, leaving only her vigilant little eyes exposed; Gu Yue conjured a suit of heavy, seamless armor, the metallic texture cold, as if she wanted to cover even her teeth; Na'er was the most exaggerated—she seemed to think one layer wasn't safe, so she layered three thick cloaks, wrapping herself into a white rice dumpling.

Gu Tian watched their defensive getup, stunned for half a second, then remembered the prank he played on them last time, and sighed heavily while holding his forehead.

"Is it really necessary... I was just trying to adjust the atmosphere and add some spice to life last time."

The three women let out a cold snort in unison, the look in their eyes toward Gu Tian filled with the disdain of, "You lecherous ghost will definitely repeat your tricks."

Gu Tian shrugged helplessly and turned to look at Meng Yiran, who was completely lost in this scene.

"Yiran, don't mind them. Let me introduce you to two sisters."

Gu Tian snapped his fingers with flair.

On the balcony of the second floor of the villa, two stunning figures slowly emerged.

First to catch her eye was the Fire Dragon King Chiyan, wearing a fiery red silk nightgown, lounging lazily against the white marble railing. Her long, flame-like hair swayed in the wind, and her aggressively hot curves and heaven-defying long legs radiated a mature charm under the nine-colored sunset that made all things seem inferior.

Beside Chiyan, the Dragon God Ao Linxi wore a translucent nine-colored thin gauze, holding a glass of divine fruit juice, looking down at the scene below with peerless grace. That ancestral majesty that transcended all living beings, combined with her gentle yet profound gaze, was enough to make anyone fall in an instant.

Meng Yiran looked up, dazed.

She stared at the two mature, older sisters on the balcony, whose scale and temperament were outrageously grand and mature to the extreme. The fragrance and pressure of mature women rushing toward her were like a scorching wave, slamming directly into her heart.

"Plop."

Two lines of bright red liquid flowed down Meng Yiran's delicate nostrils without warning, dripping onto her fair collarbone.

"Why are you having a nosebleed? Did you overdraw your spiritual power?" Gu Tian was startled and quickly walked over to check.

Meng Yiran, however, seemed bewitched, tilting her head back blankly, forgetting even to wipe it, muttering to herself: "Too... too top-tier... is this what a god is? This style of big sister... I can... I really can..."

Her eyes were unfocused, and a sense of happiness as if she had found a treasure appeared on her face; she even swallowed her saliva unconsciously.

Gu Tian was truly speechless now.

He looked at Meng Yiran, who was wearing a dazed expression, constantly wiping her nosebleed but still unable to bear looking away, his mind full of question marks.

"This girl... what exactly is her fetish? She was drooling over Xiao Wu and the others at Nuoding Academy, and now she's having a nosebleed seeing these two top-tier mature beauties? Could it be that not only does she like soft, cute little lolis, but she also has a deep obsession with these domineering, mature big sisters?"

"What kind of top-tier, all-encompassing looker did the Peerless Dragon and Snake family actually raise?"

In truth, Gu Tian had guessed wrong; Meng Yiran was a bona fide furry enthusiast! Compared to the handsome Gu Tian, she preferred those cute animals, especially the spirit beasts in human form before her.

Gu Tian rubbed his nose. The sense of accomplishment he had felt from expanding his harem suddenly transformed into a faint sense of unease. He couldn't help but feel that when his wives gathered in the future, Meng Yiran might become the most troublesome and volatile factor of them all.

"Let's go, let's sit inside the villa and stop making a scene out here."

Gu Tian pulled the still-dazed Meng Yiran along, walking toward the white villa under the wary and disdainful gazes of the other girls. Behind him, Meng Yiran kept glancing back at the terrace, her eyes filled with a fanatical craving for the beautiful big sisters.