Douluo Dalu(Soul Land): My System Is Dissatisfied

Sure enough, Ye Feng didn't even glance at the herbs in Ya Fei's hand. Instead, his gaze roamed over her figure with open curiosity.

There was a hint of allure on her exquisite face, a slight smile playing on her lips. She wore a tight-fitting brocade robe in a striking shade of red. The luxurious fabric, meticulously crafted, outlined the graceful curves of her body to perfection. Beneath the robe, her long snow-white legs were revealed, stirring a fiery impulse in the hearts of men. Her slender waist was wrapped in a silver belt, accentuating her already lithe figure.

This woman was born to captivate.

Under the gaze of her narrow, seductive peach blossom eyes, a man could easily lose himself—perhaps even hand over every last gold coin for something utterly worthless. She was a true enchantress. A temptress wrapped in silk and danger. A feline beauty with claws hidden behind every smile, drawing countless men into her web.

Among all the women Ye Feng had encountered, Bo Sanxi and Bibi Dong exuded unmatched nobility. Zhu Zhuqing was an ice-cold beauty, aloof and untouchable. Xiao Wu's adorableness had long since fused into her bones, radiating innocence. As for Ya Fei… perhaps only Hu Liena could rival her in terms of sheer, dangerous charm.

Ye Feng had ended up in this foreign land—the Douqi Continent—after being swept up by the turbulence of time and space from the Douluo God Realm. Now, stranded here with no clear way back, he had no idea when, or even if, he could return. At his current level, he didn't even know where the Douluo God Realm existed within the vast universe.

If he couldn't return for the time being, then he might as well make the most of the present.

He was no longer a naive rookie. Having weathered the trials of life, Ye Feng now understood the importance of satisfying one's own needs.

And Ya Fei? She was clearly not a bad choice.

"What do you want?" Ye Feng asked plainly.

Ya Fei heard the shift in his tone and knew this was her chance. She gently placed the brocade box on the stone table, smiling sweetly.

"I want your help to become the patriarch of the Miteerl Family," she said.

"But you're already twenty," Ye Feng replied, voice calm. "And yet your cultivation is still only at the seventh level of Dou Qi?"

In her past life, if not for Ice Emperor Hai Bodong's support and her fateful meeting with Xiao Yan, Ya Fei would never have climbed to the position of patriarch.

This was the Douqi Continent—a world where strength reigned supreme.

Because her cultivation hadn't reached the seventh level by the time she came of age, her family had dispatched her to the Miteer Auction House in Wutan City, treating her as little more than an ornamental outcast.

Ya Fei understood all too well that her talent was mediocre. Without external aid, her chances of becoming patriarch were close to none. Since her path through cultivation was blocked, she had chosen another—amassing influence.

And Ye Feng, a sixth-rank alchemist with Dou Zun-level spirit power, was a beacon of influence in the Jia Ma Empire.

"If cultivation alone determined everything, then life would be far too simple, wouldn't it?" Ya Fei countered confidently. "Strength is only one part of the puzzle. Influence—relationships—are also part of one's power."

Her implication was crystal clear: she needed Ye Feng to bolster her influence within the family. With enough weight behind her, she could take the patriarch seat—even without top-tier cultivation.

Ye Feng raised a brow. "Aren't you an auctioneer? That's your profession. Why are you so determined to be the family head?"

Ya Fei gave a bitter smile. "Selling things at high prices and showcasing their value—it's both my job and something I enjoy. But if I had a choice... do you really think I'd choose this path?"

Her words were quiet but filled with honesty. Because of her talent—or lack thereof—she had been forced into the auction world. Because she wasn't gifted, she was exiled to a provincial branch of the Mitter family. All of this... was never what she truly wanted.

Ye Feng leaned back in his rocking chair, eyes half-closed as he rested. After a moment of silence, he muttered, "My shoulders are sore."

"…?"

Ya Fei blinked, a little taken aback. She immediately understood what he meant.

After a slight hesitation, she walked behind him. Her soft jade-like hands began to gently knead and press on his shoulders.

"A bit to the left," Ye Feng murmured.

She adjusted.

"Harder."

She increased the pressure, silent and focused.

"…My legs are sore too."

Without missing a beat, Ya Fei stepped to his side, squatted down, and began massaging his calves with practiced ease.

"I've been refining pills for fifteen days straight," Ye Feng sighed. "A warm foot bath would really help right now…"

"…"

Ya Fei paused. She clearly didn't expect him to go that far.

But after a moment of hesitation, she silently stood and walked into the room. Ten minutes later, she returned with a wooden basin filled with steaming water.

Kneeling before him, she gently removed his shoes.

Ye Feng hadn't bathed in days. The moment his shoes came off, a pungent stench spread through the air.

Ya Fei's face paled. Her throat convulsed as she held back the urge to gag. Yet she forced herself to remove the second shoe and began wiping away the dirt, her face expressionless, like a dutiful maid.

"You used rose, raw ephedra, almond, mulberry leaf, chrysanthemum, mulberry bark, scutellaria, cassia twig, and asarum in the water?" Ye Feng suddenly asked, naming nine herbs in one breath.

"Mhm." Ya Fei nodded. Given Ye Feng's rank as a sixth-grade alchemist, she wasn't surprised by his perception.

An alchemist's spirit perception was sharp—especially one at Ye Feng's level. Identifying a medicinal mix was child's play.

"Uncle Gu Ni said soaking feet with 50 grams of rose, 50 of raw ephedra, 50 of almond, 50 of mulberry leaf, 50 of chrysanthemum, 50 of mulberry bark, 25 of scutellaria, 50 of cinnamon twig, and 25 of asarum could preserve health," Ya Fei explained.

Ye Feng nodded. "Not bad. It's a good base. But if you add 25 grams each of Tiankui seeds, Dendrobium officinale, and Liangmianzhen, it'll be even better for men. If it's for women, add Dendrobium officinale, Radix Glechomae Dahuricae, and Rhododendron chinense."

"Senior, there's a difference between men and women for this too?" Gu Ni, who had just walked in, asked curiously.

"Of course," Ye Feng replied. "The world has yin and yang. People have yin and yang. So do herbs. Only when a herb is used on the correct person will its full effect be realized."

"Medicinal herbs have yin and yang…" Gu Ni murmured, committing the knowledge to memory.

Ya Fei continued wiping Ye Feng's feet carefully, then dried them with a clean towel. She placed them on a low stool and began massaging them gently.

Ye Feng gave a satisfied nod.

"Not bad. Your massage and pedicure skills are excellent."

Then, with a smile, he said casually, "You're good-looking too. From now on, stay by my side and serve me as a maid."

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