NOVEL NEXT Chapter 368: Chapter 368
Ye Feng stood tall, brimming with pride. With the System at his side, even the impossible bent to his will.
"Do you truly want to become my mount?" Ye Feng asked, his voice calm yet commanding.
"I really do," Zi Yan replied without hesitation.
"But didn't you once say you'd only become my mount if you were stupid?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, amused.
"I... I was just teasing you!" Zi Yan's face turned red. She didn't understand why she kept contradicting herself. Deep down, she genuinely wanted to be Ye Feng's mount—no joke.
"Alright. Since you're so sincere, I'll accept you as my follower."
With a flick of his wrist, a streak of gray light slashed across Zi Yan's arm, drawing a small stream of blood. Ye Feng immediately fused his spirit power with her blood and formed a seal, which shot toward her forehead.
Buzz—
The talisman hovered before her brow, briefly repelled by Zi Yan's spiritual resistance.
"Regretting it already?" Ye Feng asked, voice laced with subtle authority.
His words carried a strange magic, dispelling the resistance in her heart. The talisman pressed into her forehead, leaving behind a faint gray symbol.
From that moment on, Ye Feng could feel a stronger connection—one that gave him total control over Zi Yan. If he wished, he could subject her to torment worse than death. And the contract worked both ways: any harm Zi Yan attempted against Ye Feng—be it poison or attack—would immediately backfire upon her.
Buzz—
A surge of wild energy erupted from Zi Yan's body. Winds roared through the forest, bending trees with force like a rank-8 storm.
"Bloodline suppression!" The Amethyst Winged Lion King collapsed, struggling to lift itself from the ground.
Buzz—
An even stronger wave of pressure burst forth. The Lion King, who had barely gotten to his feet, was slammed back down as if bowing before a divine presence.
Golden light wrapped around Zi Yan, twisting and expanding until her form transformed into a colossal thousand-meter-long creature.
No—this wasn't an insect.
It was a dragon. A glorious, golden dragon.
"Taixu Ancient Dragon!" the Amethyst Winged Lion King gasped, reverent awe in its voice.
"So... this is my true form?" Zi Yan's voice echoed from the dragon's mouth, no longer childish but mature, commanding. Faint gray markings glowed on her massive forehead.
She flexed her claws—space itself rippled under their might.
"I reached... Duo Zun realm?" she cried out in shock. Just moments ago, she had only been at the Spirit King level. Now, she had leapt directly into the realm of Dou Zun.
"No wonder I wanted to accept you as my master so badly," she muttered. Of course, she was unaware that the system was behind it all—the overwhelming benefits of the contract were simply a generous reward.
"Should I call you Master now?" Zi Yan asked.
"Just call me Master Ye," Ye Feng replied casually.
"Master Ye?"
"Mhm."
Turning to the Amethyst Winged Lion King, Ye Feng asked, "Why were you two fighting earlier?"
"A medicinal herb," the Lion King replied with a low growl.
Ye Feng nodded to himself. As he'd suspected, Zi Yan had likely consumed the Transformation Grass, which accelerated her growth but also made her crave natural treasures to evolve.
"Still hungry?" he asked.
"No need. I've grown up now," Zi Yan said proudly.
Ye Feng chuckled. "Then head back to Jia Nan Inner Court. Say goodbye to Su Qian. Also, tell him that there's a tiny Fallen Heart Flame hidden at the bottom of the Tianfen Refining Qi Tower. If he retrieves it, the Inner Court might survive."
"The small Fallen Heart Flame?" Zi Yan blinked in surprise.
"Never mind. You're my mount, so I'll help your foster father myself."
He raised his hand toward the sky. "Fallen Heart Flame, come forth."
As his voice echoed, space rippled in front of him. A searing wave of heat surged out, followed by a milky-white flame the size of a fist.
"A Heavenly Flame!" Zi Yan exclaimed.
A voice drifted from the ripples.
"Hey, little brother, since you took my Heavenly Flame, shouldn't you return the favor?"
Ye Feng instantly recognized the voice—it belonged to Yao Tianhuo, the Skyfire Venerable. The previous master of the Fallen Heart Flame and discoverer of the smaller one. Though he had once ruled the world with his Dou Zun strength, his ambition had been his downfall. Trying to claim two Heavenly Flames at once had destroyed his body, leaving only a trace of his soul behind in the lava.
Before his demise, Yao Tianhuo had released the Fallen Heart Flame in hopes of luring a successor who might one day help revive him.
Now, seeing Ye Feng seize both flames, Yao Tianhuo grew desperate.
"Zi Yan," Ye Feng turned to the dragon, "Want a servant?"
"A servant?" Zi Yan looked confused. "But... I'm already your mount."
"You're my mount, yes. But that doesn't stop you from having a servant of your own. This old man was once a peak Dou Zun. Once revived, he'll still retain great strength."
"Wait—hold on! Are you saying I have to serve this dragon?" Yao Tianhuo cried out from the ripple, clearly distressed.
"Not willing?"
"Of course not! I'm the Skyfire Venerable! How could I recognize a long lizard as my master?"
"In that case," Ye Feng said coolly, raising his hand to cut off the spatial connection, "go back to your lava grave."
"W-Wait!"
Ye Feng paused, eyebrow raised.
"You've taken both Fallen Heart Flames and crushed my last hope. Do I even have a choice? Fine... I'll recognize this ancient... long worm... as my master."
With a wave of Ye Feng's hand, white mist poured from the ripple, and a spectral figure appeared—an old man in white robes with snow-white hair and beard. His eyes glimmered faintly as he gazed at the world with sorrow and resignation.
Even the mighty Amethyst Winged Lion King felt a deep pressure settle on its heart at his presence.
Ye Feng casually tossed the small Fallen Heart Flame to Zi Yan and, with a thought, vanished into the cave nearby.
Inside, Ya Fei had just risen from bed and was getting dressed when Ye Feng appeared out of nowhere.
"Ah!" she shrieked, clutching her clothes to her chest.
"Ah, what?" Ye Feng chuckled mischievously.
He walked forward, flipped his hand, and revealed a dress glowing with fiery red light.
"Come, Ya Fei. Wear this. Every woman who belongs to me gets a dress crafted by my own hands. Let me put it on you myself."
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