Ah Yin, My Son Tang San Is Not a Bastard!

Hu Liena's voice was so alluring it could practically drip water, her large, fox-like eyes casting a sidelong glance at Dugu Yan.

That gaze carried a subtle, lingering sense of provocation.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan was stunned for a moment, but a sense of defiance soon stirred within her.

The gazes of the two women collided in the air, thick with the scent of gunpowder.

Feeling the astonishing sensation against his arm, Qin Feng found the situation somewhat amusing.

He calmly withdrew his arm and gently patted the back of Hu Liena's hand.

"It's done."

"Since matters here are concluded, let us return."

Qin Feng turned around and began walking toward the edge of the Sunset Forest.

The two women glared at each other before hurriedly following.

On the way back, inside the carriage.

The carriage was quite spacious, yet the atmosphere felt somewhat stifling.

Qin Feng sat right in the center.

Hu Liena and Dugu Yan sat to his left and right, sandwiching him between them.

Dugu Bo was driving the carriage himself, not daring to glance into the cabin even once throughout the journey.

Hu Liena pressed close to Qin Feng.

The unique fragrance emanating from her body drifted continuously through the cramped cabin.

"Junior Brother, are you tired from the journey?"

Hu Liena asked in a gentle voice.

As she spoke, she reached out with her slender, jade-like hands, kneading Qin Feng's shoulders with a look of concern.

"Would you like to rest your head on Senior Sister's lap for a while?"

She tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness and affection; the way she presented herself was truly enticing.

Feeling the moderate pressure on his shoulders, Qin Feng closed his eyes to rest.

"No need, I am not tired."

Although his tone was indifferent, he did not stop Hu Liena's ministrations.

Seeing this, Hu Liena felt a secret joy, casting a smug look at Dugu Yan sitting opposite her.

Dugu Yan sat across from them, watching Hu Liena's fawning display, and gritted her teeth in anger.

This Saintess of Spirit Hall usually appeared so arrogant, yet now she was acting like a vixen.

To think she would seduce the Young Master right in front of her.

No, she could not lose.

Her grandfather had instructed her to be more proactive.

Thinking of this, Dugu Yan took a deep breath and summoned her courage.

She shifted her body and sat down beside Qin Feng.

Because she was nervous, her body trembled slightly.

"Young Master..."

Dugu Yan called out softly.

Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked at her with some confusion.

Dugu Yan met Qin Feng's gaze, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.

Gritting her teeth, she leaned in close.

Muah!

A crisp sound echoed through the carriage.

Dugu Yan's warm, red lips had pressed against Qin Feng's cheek.

After the kiss, she scrambled back to her original seat in a panic, her pretty face flushed so red it looked as if it might bleed. She lowered her head, not knowing where to put her hands.

"You!"

Seeing this, Hu Liena's almond eyes widened, and she felt completely unsettled.

She never expected that this seemingly cold Poison Fairy would be so decisive.

"Little Sister Yan, isn't this a bit too unreserved?"

Hu Liena said through gritted teeth.

Dugu Yan lifted her head; although her face was flushed, her eyes showed no sign of backing down.

"I am the Young Master's handmaiden, what is wrong with kissing him?"

"As for you, Holy Maiden, you and the young master are merely fellow disciples; you should still be mindful of maintaining some distance."

The carriage rolled steadily along the main road, the sound of wheels grinding against the dirt monotonous and dull.

The air inside the carriage, however, had frozen solid due to that kiss just moments ago.

Hu Liena stared fixedly at Dugu Yan.

Although her cheeks were burning hot, Dugu Yan held her head high, meeting Hu Liena's gaze without the slightest sign of weakness.

Caught in the middle, Qin Feng leaned back against the cushions with a calm expression.

He watched these two young women, who were held in such high regard by the outside world, acting like two kittens fighting over food and consumed by jealousy, and found it rather amusing.

Qin Feng did not offer any words of dissuasion; instead, he slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the mysterious Chat Group within his mind.

Meanwhile, in the Heaven Dou Empire, at the Crown Prince's East Palace.

In the spacious and luxurious study, a faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air.

"Xue Qinghe," with hair like a golden waterfall, stood before the window, watching the flowers in full bloom outside, lost in thought.

Her fair fingers tapped lightly against the window frame, yet one figure refused to leave her mind.

It was Qin Feng.

The young man who, right there in the East Palace and before her very eyes, had unleashed the Golden Dragon and Ice Phoenix spirits, along with those three shocking black ten-thousand-year spirit rings.

That scene had already left too deep an impression on her heart.

However, she was currently living before the world under the identity of Xue Qinghe.

Having been an undercover agent in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace since childhood, she faced nothing but deceit and power struggles all day long, leaving her with absolutely no experience in matters of the heart.

When it came to the affairs between men and women, she was a complete blank slate.

That guy... he should have obtained his spirit ring by now, right?

With Dugu Bo there, and that Spirit Hall Holy Maiden...

At the thought of this, a sour, bittersweet feeling inexplicably welled up in her heart.

Feeling somewhat restless, she rubbed her temples and casually opened the Chat Group in her mind.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't help but send a message to the group.

[I Have No Mom]: "If... I mean, if you have your eye on an exceptionally outstanding young man, but you have absolutely no experience in this area, how should you go about approaching him?"

[I Have No Mom]: "Also, what should you do if it seems there are already other girls by his side?"

After sending these two messages, her cheeks felt slightly hot, and her heart began to thump and race.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Inside the tall and magnificent hall, sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, rendering the entire chamber breathtakingly beautiful.

Bibi Dong sat quietly upon that throne which symbolized supreme power.

She wore a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold patterns, the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown upon her head, and held the Pope Scepter in her hand.

Her flawless, beautiful face showed no traces of time; instead, it radiated nobility, confidence, and supreme majesty.

Just moments ago, she had received the latest secret report from the Sunset Forest.

The letter detailed how Qin Feng had revealed a divine miracle at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, summoned the phantom of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings, and how his spirit power had instantly broken through to level forty.

It even recorded the minute details of Dugu Bo making Dugu Yan serve as Qin Feng's maid, and Hu Liena bickering with Dugu Yan inside the carriage.

"Ice and Fire Dragon Kings... level forty..."

Bibi Dong looked at the handwriting on the letter, a strange glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

The potential of this Qin Feng had already exceeded her imagination.

He was undoubtedly the most terrifying monster in the history of the Douluo Continent, surpassing even Qian Xunji in his day, and even surpassing herself.

Such a talent must be firmly kept in her own hands; he must never be allowed to lean toward the Consecration Hall.

Bibi Dong's fingers tapped lightly against her scepter, her mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

"That old fellow Qian Daoliu has a Qian Renxue."

"However, I have Nana on my side."

"With Nana guarding Qin Feng's side every day now, this girl's intentions are clear to This Seat."

At this thought, a confident smile appeared on Bibi Dong's exquisite face.

Those closest to the water get the first chance at the moon.

With Hu Liena leading the charge, Qin Feng would eventually lean toward her side.

Putting away the secret letter, Bibi Dong casually pulled up the Chat Group.

She had been observing this mysterious Chat Group from the shadows.

She believed that as long as she followed the trail, she would eventually be able to unmask the true identities of everyone in the group.

Especially the group member with the nickname "I Have No Mom."

Every time she saw that nickname, an strange emotion would rise within Bibi Dong, leaving her feeling vaguely irritable.

At this moment, looking at the request for help posted by "I Have No Mom" in the group, Bibi Dong let out a cold snort, a flash of disdain crossing her eyes.

In her view, such timid behavior in matters of the heart, wallowing in self-inflicted misery, was utterly foolish.

With that, she replied directly in the group.

[Pope]: "How laughable. Excellent people are only attracted to the truly strong."

[Pope]: "You wallow in self-pity here simply because you lack strength and backbone. If you set your sights on something, you should use your power and status to conquer it. Why act like a weakling, pitying yourself in the shadows?"

Inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong looked at her own reply, a confident, cold smirk on her face.

However, not long after her message was sent, someone jumped out to challenge her.

Heaven Dou City, Blue Lightning Academy.

In a quiet little wooden cabin, Liu Erlong sat on a wooden chair, boredly scrolling through the group messages.

The moment she saw the high-and-mighty preaching from the "Pope," Liu Erlong was instantly amused.

She had never held any affection for Spirit Hall, and she was particularly prejudiced against this legendary Pope.

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Yo, isn't this the famous Pope? Talking about conquest and strength the moment you open your mouth—what a grand display of power."

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "But how do I remember it? Some people couldn't even keep the man they wanted back in the day, turning themselves into the laughingstock of the entire continent. And now you have the nerve to teach others how to handle romance? What a massive irony!"

These words were like a sharp blade, stabbing directly into a pain Bibi Dong had buried for years.

Inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong's previously indifferent expression turned gloomy in an instant.

Her jade hand, gripping her scepter, turned slightly pale from the force.

[Pope]: "Nonsense! Where did this wild girl come from, and how dare you discuss This Seat in the group? You aren't even worthy of touching the tips of my toes; what right do you have to point fingers here?"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "I'm speaking the truth! Someone was heartlessly abandoned back then and has now become a crazy woman that no one wants, spending her days clinging to power. How pathetic and sad!"

[Pope]: "You seek death! If this were reality, This Seat would tear you into ten thousand pieces and feed you to the soul beasts!"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Who are you trying to scare? If you've got the guts, come through the screen and fight me! Come on, if you don't, you're just a spineless coward!"

The atmosphere in the group turned intensely volatile.

Ning Rongrong, the Little Witch who feared no chaos, immediately jumped in at the sight.

[Little Witch]: "Wow, big sisters, please don't fight. Actually, in my opinion, the most direct way for a girl to attract a boy is to show off her beauty!"

[Little Witch]: "What's the point of just arguing with text? Why don't we all post some beautiful photos of ourselves and let Group Owner Brother judge who is more charming?"

Once this suggestion was made, the atmosphere in the group became subtle.

Once the competitive spirit among girls is ignited, it is difficult to quell.

Especially for those like Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing, who already had targets in mind.

Soon, a "rain of beauty" began to fall in the group.

[Fragrant Fox]: "I'll post it, this fox isn't afraid of anyone! [Image]"

Hu Liena posted a selfie.

In the photo, she wore a pink, form-fitting, sheer silk dress, her perfect curves faintly visible. Her soul-stealing, fox-like eyes were slightly narrowed, radiating endless temptation.

[Little Witch]: "Hmph, look at me! [Image]"

Ning Rongrong was not to be outdone.

In her photo, she wore a luxurious green outfit, sitting on an exquisite swing. Her fair, slender legs dangled in the air, making her look pure and cute, yet without losing the noble air of a sect's young mistress.

[My Cat Is White And Big]: "... [Image]"

Zhu Zhuqing, usually as cold as frost, also silently posted a photo.

In the picture, she wore her signature tight black leather suit, which outlined her fiery figure—a body that defied her age—to perfection. Her cold, glamorous face, paired with her rule-breaking bust, had an explosive lethality.

Even Liu Erlong, in a fit of pique, posted a silhouette photo of herself in a fiery red dress, practicing her skills beneath a waterfall.

Her mature, voluptuous figure carried a raw, wild tension.

Heaven Dou East Palace, in the study.

Qian Renxue watched the endless stream of beautiful photos in the group, completely dumbfounded.

Especially after seeing the fierce argument between Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong, she couldn't help but rub her forehead, her face full of disdain.

"Enough is enough..."

Qian Renxue sighed, muttering to herself in silence, feeling utterly speechless.

"Could this Chat Group actually be a gathering place for losers?"

"Especially that Pope and that Gentle Fire Dragon; the two of them are bickering in the group like street shrews, completely abandoning any sense of decorum."

"They can't even handle the men they like, yet they're here acting like they own the world. They really are two total losers."

Just as Qian Renxue was frantically ranting in her mind, Ah Yin, who had been lurking the entire time, could no longer help but bubble up.

[My Son Is Not A Bastard]: "Watching you two compete for attention, I find myself feeling a bit sentimental."

[My Son Is Not A Bastard]: "However, compared to your unrequited longings, I suddenly feel that I was actually quite fortunate back then."

[My Son Is Not A Bastard]: "At the very least, my husband was once willing to make an enemy of the entire Spirit Hall for my sake. That feeling of being deeply loved is something I'm afraid you two will never experience in your entire lives."

These two sentences from Ah Yin were like a basin of cold water, splashed directly onto the heads of everyone who had been arguing so fiercely.

The group fell into a brief, deathly silence.