Chapter 133 – Zhu Zhuyun's Sacrifice
At the door, Zhu Zhuyun raised her hand to knock but couldn't bring herself to lower it.
Then, she smiled faintly and turned her head.
"So cold and heartless. Are all members of your Dugu Clan like this? Far too dull!"
She inhaled deeply, pretending to be at ease.
Looking around, she picked up the teapot on the side table and poured two cups of tea.
Slowly, she approached Dugu Feng.
The closer she got, the paler her face became—tinged with faint red, her body trembling slightly, betraying her uneasy heart.
Dressed in a tight black leather outfit, her slim waist accentuated her graceful curves.
It was almost unbelievable that such a slender frame could support her figure.
Standing before him, Zhu Zhuyun easily towered over the seated Dugu Feng.
She handed him one of the cups.
"This isn't the time for tea," Dugu Feng said with a smirk. With a sharp crack, he knocked the cup to the floor and grabbed her hand.
He preferred things direct.
Zhu Zhuyun hadn't expected such force.
Caught off guard, she stumbled with a short cry and fell straight into his arms.
Looking up at Dugu Feng's indifferent face, she felt bitterness in her chest—her beauty seemed useless against him.
"If you've already decided, why pretend to hesitate?"
Dugu Feng's sneer made her freeze, then slowly relax.
She laughed softly, her expression returning to that confident allure. "You're right. I was being dramatic.
Tonight, I'll serve you."
With a twist of her body, she stood gracefully.
With one smooth motion, her leather outfit slipped away, revealing only thin pink undergarments.
Her eyes shimmered, and spirit power rippled faintly—her martial soul awakened, her movements becoming fluid and feline as she pressed herself softly against him.
She wanted to make the night unforgettable. If she was to sell herself, then at least it would be worth the price.
The room glowed under warm light, filled with a sensual atmosphere that thickened as the night deepened.
By morning, the first rays of dawn filtered through the window.
Zhu Zhuyun's face was pale, her body utterly drained as she lay exhausted, bare on the bed.
A long time passed before she recovered enough strength to speak.
"I want the pearl," she said as gently as she could, though impatience burned beneath her calm tone.
Dugu Feng had already dressed, standing near the window and gazing outside, his posture casual.
"The pearl is already yours," he said simply.
"Already mine?" Zhu Zhuyun blinked in confusion.
Last night, he had taken the pearl from her body.
Through all the chaos of that night, she didn't recall swallowing it again.
"Dugu Feng, you're playing with me!"
Her eyes reddened as panic and humiliation surged inside her.
She had given him everything—her first and only time.
For years, she had guarded her purity, using it as leverage over Davis, the crown prince. And now, she had thrown it all away for this.
The more she thought about it, the more it felt like a dream—unreal and cruel.
She regretted ever stepping into Dugu Feng's room. Last night, it was as if a devil had whispered her into sin.
"Feel for yourself," he said coolly.
Using his will, he activated the link with the pearl still inside her, and a wave of warmth spread through her body.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes widened with delight.
That heat flowed through every meridian, every muscle, as if she were breaking through to a higher realm—pleasure and power intertwined.
Her complexion turned rosy, her pale skin glowing faintly pink.
Moving with feline grace, Zhu Zhuyun flashed to his side in an instant.
"Giggle… I misunderstood you," she said with playful sweetness. "From now on, I'll serve you loyally."
With the pearl's power restored within her, her anxiety dissolved.
Yet beneath that relief grew a deeper fear.
Just what was Dugu Feng? His methods were terrifyingly mysterious—unknowable and irresistible.
"Feels good? Then focus on your cultivation," Dugu Feng said, his tone calm and detached.
His indifferent expression struck her like ice.
Realizing he was dismissing her, she bit her lip, then silently gathered her clothes, dressed, and left the room.
Back in her quarters, Zhu Zhuyun finally composed herself.
That pearl within her body—now it meant she was fully under his control.
"Hmph. Right now, I can't even sense the pearl because I'm only a Spirit Ancestor.
But once I reach Spirit Sage or Spirit Douluo rank, he won't be able to control me. When that time comes, I'll seize the pearl for myself.
A treasure like that should belong to me!"
But then she thought of Dugu Feng's monstrous talent.
Would she ever truly outgrow him?
He was far superior to Davis—one day, he would surely become one of the continent's supreme powerhouses.
Zhu Zhuyun's heart churned with mixed emotions, conflicting desire and dread flashing in her eyes.
Meanwhile, in his room, Dugu Feng calmly reviewed the status of his eight pearls.
At present, one rested in his own body; the others had been planted in Dugu Yan, Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Yan, and Shi Nian. A single pearl was shared by the twin Emerald Serpent Dragons.
Their total energy accumulation had reached thirty-five points.
It was astonishing progress.
Much of it came from the contributions of the Ten-Headed Sun Serpent's inner core and the Blue Silver Emperor seed.
After the pearls evolved into eight, their absorption rate for the serpent core's energy had skyrocketed—consuming the core completely after years of use.
Only a microscopic speck remained of the Blue Silver Emperor's seed, its final energy already absorbed.
The consumption required to enhance the pearls was immense.
But Dugu Feng was satisfied.
The strengthening of the pearls had greatly improved his physical foundation—gradual, constant refinement that never ceased.
By physique alone, he believed he now ranked among the top bodies on the entire continent.
The power he sought next was certain—the domineering poison formed from absorbing his fifth spirit ring.
Outside, the five-day clan duels concluded with no major surprises.
Dugu Feng continued his training while awaiting his return to Heaven Dou City.
In the following three days, the Six Great Clans convened again to finalize their next six-year quotas.
When Yu Luomian attended the session, trouble was inevitable.
He proposed a wager.
For nobles, betting duels was nothing unusual—especially in the Great Spirit Arena, where gambling was part of its very existence.
But this particular wager caught Dugu Feng's attention.
Recently, two upstart genius teams had risen in the arena, each undefeated in nearly thirty matches. Though none of their members had high spirit ranks, their coordination was unmatched.
Their consecutive victories drew massive attention from nobles and gamblers alike, with bets placed on their winning streaks, their inevitable clash, and which team would prevail.
Yu Luomian suggested wagering on the outcome of that future confrontation.
Each faction would stake ten percent of their six-year Great Spirit Arena profits as an underground bet.
When the match outcome was decided, the losing factions' shares would go to the winners.
It was a staggering wager.
Since total earnings were divided into ten shares per cycle, each faction usually held less than two.
To risk one whole share meant potentially losing over half of their future profits for six years.
Did Yu Luomian truly have such confidence in his side?
(END CHAPTER)
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