Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

At Zhou Yi's house, the sight before Qian Ran was enough to make any man's blood boil.

Usually stern and dignified, Zhou Yi was now dressed in a tight-fitting cat-girl costume, her alluring figure accentuated by the snug fabric. Her full, snow-white chest, her shapely, pert hips, and her slender waist, paired with a shy yet enticing expression, were perfection itself. Most striking of all was the long, furry cat tail extending from the back of her outfit.

As for how the fluffy tail was attached to her body, Qian Ran couldn't tell.

Was it tied to her waist? Or perhaps… something else entirely?

Zhou Yi knelt before Qian Ran, wrapping her arms around his waist and purring like a kitten. Qian Ran casually smeared ketchup on his palm, which Zhou Yi eagerly licked off.

Who could have imagined this was the same Zhou Yi who exuded unshakable authority on campus?

Meanwhile, Fan Yu stood to the side, trembling slightly. His expression was a mix of fear and anticipation.

Seeing his wife in this state caused a faint pang of pain in his heart, but the feeling quickly faded. He had more ambitious pursuits now—compared to those, love seemed trivial.

"Fan Yu, do you want to learn advanced soul engineering techniques?"

Fan Yu's eyes lit up with a fiery determination as he stared at Qian Ran, his heart pounding.

"Saint Son, will you recommend me to join the Spirit Hall?" Fan Yu asked, swallowing hard. Becoming a powerful Level 9 soul engineer had always been his dream. To achieve it, he was even willing to accept Qian Ran's dominance over Zhou Yi.

"I can get you into the Spirit Hall right now. I even have some advanced theoretical manuals for Level 9 soul engineers that I can share. But…" Qian Ran smirked, pulling Zhou Yi onto his lap by her slender waist. "Are you sure you don't hate me?"

"Saint Son, I swear my loyalty to you. I harbor no ill will!"

Fan Yu quickly dropped to his knees, sweating profusely.

He knew all too well that heaven and hell were separated by a thin line.

If Qian Ran wanted him dead, he wouldn't stand a chance. With Cai Mei'er and Xian Lin'er already under Qian Ran's influence, Fan Yu was certain his fate rested entirely in Qian Ran's hands.

"Is that so?"

Qian Ran's gaze swept over Fan Yu, his eyes cold and assessing.

Fan Yu felt an oppressive aura emanating from Qian Ran. He pressed himself even lower to the ground, not daring to move.

"Let me test him," Zhou Yi whispered into Qian Ran's ear with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "If he passes, it won't matter if he holds any grudges."

Qian Ran raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Zhou Yi brought over the leftover food from their earlier meal.

"Lift your head," Zhou Yi ordered, nudging Fan Yu's face with the toe of her high heel.

In front of Fan Yu, she mixed the remnants of the food into a mess and poured it onto the floor. She tossed him a steamed bun, then ground it into the floor with the tip of her heel until it was thoroughly soiled.

Fan Yu froze in shock.

He couldn't believe Zhou Yi could be this cruel.

Was this just to impress Qian Ran? To humiliate him so she could prove her loyalty?

Despite his internal turmoil, Fan Yu didn't dare show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he forced himself to appear honored by the treatment.

"Eat it. Finish everything, and you'll get what you want," Zhou Yi said coldly, crossing her arms and looking down at him.

"Thank you for your generosity, Madam," Fan Yu replied, lowering his head to eat.

The food didn't taste bad—it was, after all, food Zhou Yi had cooked specially for Qian Ran. But for Fan Yu, the act of eating it off the floor was a deep humiliation.

To avoid further trouble, he didn't even use his hands, licking the food off the ground like a dog.

Qian Ran watched with a mix of amusement and pity.

He didn't care enough about Fan Yu to intervene. Fan Yu was insignificant—whether he lived or died made little difference.

Once Fan Yu had finished, Qian Ran tossed him several theoretical manuals on Level 9 soul engineering from his storage soul device.

Fan Yu flipped through the pages briefly and was overjoyed. His respect and fear for Qian Ran deepened.

The fact that Qian Ran could casually produce such valuable materials proved his unparalleled status within the Spirit Hall.

After Qian Ran left, Fan Yu carefully stored the manuals in his own storage device. When he turned to Zhou Yi, his gaze was filled with resentment.

"What? Are you angry?" Zhou Yi asked coldly, glaring at him. "If it weren't for me, you'd probably be dead by now."

"What do you mean?" Fan Yu's heart skipped a beat.

"To someone like Qian Ran, the life of an irrelevant person is worthless. You may think I humiliated you, but I was saving your life. Do you understand?" Zhou Yi said with a scowl.

She had no desire for Fan Yu to die. Without him, her "married woman" allure—a trait that Qian Ran found irresistible—would diminish significantly.

As long as Fan Yu remained useful as entertainment, Qian Ran wouldn't bother killing him.

After all, a clown serves its purpose by providing amusement. Why kill it?

Wasn't Dai Hao surviving on the same principle?

In Qian Ran's world, enemies had no chance of living with dignity.

"I understand," Fan Yu said at last. His mind, rarely used for such matters, quickly grasped the implications after Zhou Yi's explanation.

He now realized that his only value was to amuse Qian Ran and Zhou Yi. The moment he stopped being entertaining, his life would end.

Two days later, Qian Ran left Shrek City with the team led by Cai Mei'er.

At their departure, Dong'er and the other women cried uncontrollably. Though Qian Ran promised to visit them often, the thought of his extended absence at Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy was unbearable.

The night before he left, every one of his Shrek lovers came to see him—Cai Mei'er and Xian Lin'er even snuck out to join them.

By morning, Qian Ran's head was spinning.

Even his robust body couldn't withstand the sheer number of encounters from the night before. Without proper recovery, the constant exertion left him utterly drained.

To ensure equal affection for all, Qian Ran hadn't even allowed himself to rest. He barely napped for half an hour before washing up and joining the other exchange students for departure.

Cai Mei'er couldn't help but laugh when she saw his darkened face.

Even Qian Ran, the tireless bull, had a breaking point.

"Are you okay?" Cai Mei'er asked, approaching him mid-flight. Though she felt guilty for contributing to his exhaustion, she was genuinely concerned for his health.

"What do you think? I feel like I'm about to die," Qian Ran replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.

His words startled Cai Mei'er, especially when paired with his weary expression. Panic flickered across her face.

If something really happened to Qian Ran, she'd never forgive herself.

"Is it serious?"

"What do you think?" Qian Ran shot her an annoyed glance. Thank goodness for the system—without it, he'd have been finished long ago.

(End of Chapter)