Chapter 132 – Zhu Zhuyun, You're an Ambitious Yet Vain Woman!
Dugu Feng's mysterious methods left everyone speechless.
But it suited the Dugu Clan's reputation—killing without a trace, striking while unseen.
Zhu Zhuyun's body could no longer fight. Zhu Zhuqing quickly stepped onto the stage and helped her sister down.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes were blank, her mind still trapped in the shock of defeat.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't know how to comfort her.
She hadn't expected her sister to lose so badly—so utterly and completely.
She could only sigh inwardly. Dugu Feng was simply too strong.
After losing to him herself, Zhu Zhuqing had vowed to someday defeat him. Now, she realized that vow was laughable. The gap between them was only widening.
But Zhu Zhuqing was not one to surrender easily.
She silently swore to reach Titled Douluo rank—and when that day came, challenge him again.
After some time, the two sisters returned to their room.
"Zhuqing, go back to the academy. I want to be alone for a while," Zhu Zhuyun said flatly.
Seeing her this way, Zhu Zhuqing could only nod and leave.
Before the duel, her sister had been brimming with confidence. The higher the expectation, the harder the fall.
Now, only time could heal her.
Zhu Zhuyun sat cross-legged, beginning to meditate and recover her spirit power.
As her cultivation circulated, her strength slowly returned.
"I wasn't poisoned. When Zhuqing fought Dugu Feng, she was poisoned but then healed. Yet after I lost, he didn't heal me.
And before the battle, I had already sealed my senses and body with spirit power to block toxins—how could I have been poisoned?
My spirit power disappeared, but there was no pain… what on earth happened?"
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand.
Why had her spirit power vanished all of a sudden during the fight?
"If you want to know why, come find me."
The sudden voice echoed in her mind—it was unmistakably Dugu Feng's.
Zhu Zhuyun froze, glancing around warily, but found nothing.
Yet the voice was crystal clear.
She quickly regained composure, her brilliant eyes narrowing.
So it was Dugu Feng's doing—the strange interruption in her power.
The Dugu Clan truly lived up to its name for unpredictability.
Very well, she would see exactly what he wanted.
She didn't rush. Instead, she continued cultivating until two hours later, her spirit power was fully restored and her condition back to peak.
Only then did she change into a sleek black leather outfit and leave her room.
Dugu Feng's suite was close by.
She walked straight up and knocked, only to find the door unlocked.
"Come in," his voice said calmly from within.
Gritting her teeth, she entered.
Dugu Feng stood by the window, his back to her.
"Dugu Feng, how did you do it?"
Her tone sounded calm, her usual charm restored. Her eyes carried a soft glimmer—the same allure that had once completely ensnared Davis, crown prince of Star Luo.
Dugu Feng chuckled lightly and turned to face her.
"You, this so-called genius… I'm the one who made you that way. So, what do you think I did?"
Zhu Zhuyun blinked, momentarily unable to understand.
"Ever since six years ago—did your meridians become tougher? Could you train longer every day? Did your body start feeling stronger by the day?"
His voice was calm, yet carried mystery.
At that, Zhu Zhuyun finally understood. Even she couldn't pretend ignorance anymore.
"That pill you gave me and my sister on the Spirit Arena six years ago?"
Her voice trembled, and the color drained from her face.
Back then, their bodies had changed dramatically—it had almost felt like a second martial soul awakening.
The sisters had always thought it was just their rare talent.
But now she realized—it had come from Dugu Feng.
"Come out, Pearl," Dugu Feng said softly, extending a hand.
A strange heat surged through her chest. Her body convulsed, and before she could resist, she opened her mouth involuntarily.
A glimmering jade-green bead flew out and landed neatly in Dugu Feng's palm.
"What… is that?"
Zhu Zhuyun stared, eyes wide, her seductive demeanor replaced by pure shock.
That single bead—a simple, unassuming sphere—had silently altered her entire constitution.
What kind of divine artifact could do such a thing?
And to think it had lived inside her without her ever realizing it!
"This bead is miraculous. One single pearl can create a top-level genius," Dugu Feng said indifferently.
Zhu Zhuyun's face flickered with complex emotions—surprise, resentment, and self-doubt.
So her so-called talent wasn't truly her own.
"Why… why help us, the sisters?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Help?" Dugu Feng's lips curved faintly. "This pearl inside you allows me to control everything about you.
I can drain all your spirit power whenever I wish—
or release toxins that would turn your body into bones within seconds."
He tossed the pearl upward. It hovered between them, floating with an eerie glow.
Zhu Zhuyun stared at it, stunned, lips trembling—but no words came.
For some reason, she felt no fear.
Instead, her mind filled with the intoxicating memories of her accelerated cultivation—the thrill of power growing within her.
If she lost that pearl now, her training would slow to normal.
And sooner or later, Davis would surpass her … and she would become yet another fallen Star Luo prodigy.
Was that to be her fate?
Conflicted, desire and fear battled within her.
Then, Zhu Zhuyun gave a sly, seductive smile.
"You're only thirteen, aren't you? When you gave me that pearl, you were seven… Tell me, little brother, did you perhaps fall for your big sister back then?"
She leaned forward, arching her chest and swaying slightly, putting all her alluring charm into play.
Dugu Feng's eyes grew cold. He sat down on the sofa.
"Serve me tonight," he said flatly. "Do that, and you'll remain Star Luo's number one genius—destined to become a Titled Douluo."
Her smile froze instantly.
Her face flushed red, then turned deathly pale.
Humiliation surged through her chest.
She, the future empress of Star Luo, a woman fated to be one of the strongest of her generation—treated like a courtesan summoned at will.
"You… shameless…" Her body trembled. "What do you take me for?"
Dugu Feng watched her coolly, expression unchanged.
"Zhu Zhuyun, you're an ambitious yet vain woman. But ambition and vanity usually demand a price—one that often requires selling yourself."
He stood, holding the pearl between his fingers, and walked to the bed.
"Leave. I'm going to rest."
At the center of the room, Zhu Zhuyun froze, silently staring at him.
His words had pierced right through her.
Six years ago, while she trained ferociously, she had also reveled in Star Luo's noble gatherings, basking in admiration.
She loved the feeling of being worshipped.
Ever since discovering her exceptional talent, her discipline had come not from humility but from pride—
she wanted to be the strongest, adored by all.
She loved standing high above others.
The stronger she grew, the more pride burned within her.
She'd often imagined the day she'd become the first female Titled Douluo of Star Luo—
when the empire would bow to her name.
If Bibi Dong could become Pope of Spirit Hall, why couldn't she, with such brilliant talent, surpass that?
But today, that pride had been shattered.
Zhu Zhuyun turned and walked slowly toward the door.
"To sell oneself… in order to achieve it."
"Sell oneself…"
The words echoed in her mind like a devil's whisper, seductive and unrelenting, slowing her every step.
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