Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

"That was incredible!"

Zhou Yi's wedding dress was now in tatters, completely torn to shreds by Qian Ran.

She sat there, wearing the remnants of the dress, looking as though she'd been through some wild ordeal.

"You tore it to pieces. How am I supposed to explain this when I go back?" Zhou Yi pouted, annoyed. Qian Ran had acted like a wild beast, ripping apart her once-pure wedding dress until it was beyond repair. How could she explain this later?

"Just toss it. Or make up some excuse," Qian Ran suggested, holding her close, clearly enjoying the moment.

Zhou Yi knew him too well; she understood his desires and preferences better than anyone.

As for Fan Yu, it wasn't like he'd notice if she swapped the dress out for another one in the closet.

"You're incorrigible," Zhou Yi whispered, biting his shoulder playfully. Qian Ran really had no shame.

"Right back at you—you're just as bad."

"I learned it all from you," Zhou Yi giggled. She couldn't deny that her time with Qian Ran had changed her. She'd become everything she once disapproved of.

"Now everyone probably knows I was here! It's all your fault," Zhou Yi sighed, glancing toward the window with a mixture of guilt and embarrassment. She and Qian Ran had heard Wu Feng approaching a moment ago.

The thought of her, a respected teacher, caught in such an unprofessional situation made her feel hot with shame.

But there was also an undeniable thrill in it.

"What are you worried about? If anyone dares to spread rumors, I'll have them expelled. As long as it wasn't witnessed by too many people, it's fine," Qian Ran said with a grin. He had experience handling situations like this. And wasn't this kind of danger exciting?

"You're ruthless," Zhou Yi shot him a flirtatious look.

She had finally come to understand Qian Ran. He didn't care about those outside his circle, but he was incredibly loyal to his own. Those close to him—like Wang Dong'er, Xiao Xiao, and Zhu Lu—had benefited immensely from his guidance, gaining strength far faster than normal. Zhu Lu, for instance, had gained three levels in a short time.

"But what if I have to expel Wu Feng? Wouldn't you mind that?"

"Maybe we should bring her in instead? I've noticed you've had your eye on her for a while," Zhou Yi teased, lying on Qian Ran's chest. Her mature figure had already recovered quickly, and she looked as radiant as ever.

If Wu Feng joined them, it would make future encounters far less awkward.

Otherwise, with Wu Feng knowing her secret, it would be difficult to face her in class. Besides, Wu Feng seemed to be struggling herself.

"I don't mind," Qian Ran replied, chuckling. With his spiritual senses, he had detected Wu Feng outside the door for some time now, listening in.

Standing up, Zhou Yi spun playfully before Qian Ran, trying to tempt him.

Then, still in the torn wedding dress, she made her way to the door.

The dress barely covered her, revealing large portions of her fair skin. But she was unfazed; she knew Qian Ran wouldn't let her go out like that unless he was certain there was no one else in the hallway but Wu Feng.

Qian Ran's possessive nature was strong—he would never let his woman be seen by others.

When she opened the door, Wu Feng, who had been leaning against it, nearly stumbled inside.

"Teacher Zhou Yi?"

Wu Feng gaped at the unfamiliar side of Zhou Yi, mesmerized by her alluring figure.

And then she noticed Qian Ran's amused smirk.

Wu Feng could barely stammer out a response. She had only planned to sneak a quick look and leave, but now she'd been caught red-handed. She was in deep trouble.

"Wu Feng, is there something you needed from me?" Zhou Yi asked sternly, her tone as strict as ever, making Wu Feng even more nervous. If it weren't for her provocative outfit, Wu Feng might have thought she was looking at the serious Zhou Yi she knew.

Even though discovering such a shocking secret had shattered Zhou Yi's image in her mind, Wu Feng's years of respect for her teacher kept her grounded, and she reverted to her student mindset.

"N-no…nothing."

Wu Feng stammered, her cheeks red as she avoided looking up.

Qian Ran watched curiously. Did Zhou Yi really have such an intimidating presence? Why was Wu Feng so afraid? Was it a teacher's natural authority over students?

"Actually, Wu Feng, I needed to speak with you," Zhou Yi said, closing the door and locking it.

"Wu Feng, I'm a bit tired. Could you help me?" Zhou Yi said, pulling Wu Feng closer.

…

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for earning a reward: Beast Martial Soul Bloodline Upgrade.]

[Ding! Host's Ice Dragon Martial Soul has evolved into an Elemental Dragon Martial Soul, gaining mastery over the five elements.]

If you ask what it's like to have two beauties in your arms, Qian Ran would say—it's bliss.

Even with the system reward alert sounding, Qian Ran felt no urge to move.

With Zhou Yi on his left and Wu Feng on his right, this was the life he dreamed of!

This was pure enjoyment!

This lifestyle was so satisfying that Qian Ran felt his ambition waning.

What's the point of transmigrating? Leveling up? Fighting monsters? [×] Enjoying time with beautiful girls? [√]

Qian Ran felt he had evolved past the primitive thrill of leveling up and had found a higher pursuit. He didn't understand those ascetic protagonists who, despite their immense power, never enjoyed the finer things in life. All that strength was wasted if it didn't enhance one's experience.

In contrast, the life Qian Ran was living offered him more than he could have imagined.

Even an Ultimate Douluo would struggle to match the comfort he enjoyed.

Qian Ran firmly believed that hard cultivation was only worthwhile if it allowed one to fully savor life's pleasures. If all someone did was train and fight, missing out on life's joys, then they had become a slave to power.

If transmigrating wasn't to enjoy things you couldn't in real life, then you might as well stay on Earth, gaming at home.

"Little Zhou Yi, next time let's get a bigger folding bed. This one's a bit cramped," Qian Ran said, glancing over. This bed was meant for Zhou Yi's occasional office naps, but with three people, it was definitely tight.

Wu Feng lay on the inner side, with limited space, so she had to curl up close to Qian Ran.

As she recalled everything that had just happened, her mind was still reeling.

She had been pulled in by Zhou Yi under the pretense of helping her. One thing led to another, and suddenly everything felt surreal. Zhou Yi, Qian Ran… and herself—it was all too much.

Thinking back on those moments, Wu Feng's face burned as she buried her head, too shy to speak.

(End of Chapter)