Douluo Dalu(Soul Land): My System Is Dissatisfied

"Maid?"

Ya Fei's brows furrowed slightly. That wasn't why she came here. Her intention had never been to become someone's maid.

"Is there a problem?"

Ye Feng's voice remained calm, his eyes unshaken as they stared at her. "I have no interest in taking on a disciple. If you want to stay by my side, you have two choices—become my maid... or my woman."

His words weren't threatening, just matter-of-fact. But that made them all the more suffocating.

Ya Fei's heart skipped. She looked up boldly at the man in front of her, trying to gauge the depth of his intentions.

Ye Feng—an alchemist of the sixth rank, a cultivator above the Dou Zun realm. Even someone as proud as Jia Xingtian had to act respectfully before him. Such a man... perhaps he was indeed worthy of her service.

The strong always attracted the strong. Ya Fei understood this well. From the day she stepped into Wutan City, she had clawed her way up, one calculated move at a time. It was because she'd met Gu Ni, a second-rank alchemist, that she'd managed to become the chief auctioneer of the Miteer Auction House so quickly.

Gu Ni had raised her status back then.

But now... she stood before a sixth-rank alchemist. Just how much further could she rise?

This was an opportunity—no, a turning point in her life. As long as Ye Feng's conditions didn't cross the line, she was willing.

"…No problem," Ya Fei said after a long silence, voice firm with resolve.

She had made her decision. From this moment on, she would become Ye Feng's personal maid.

Ye Feng's eyes flicked to Gu Ni. "You can go."

But Gu Ni stepped forward quickly. "Senior, I… I can be your medicine boy."

"No need," Ye Feng replied flatly.

Gu Ni bit his lip. "Senior, with your status and strength, how could you have just one person in your service—?"

"You're not leaving?"

That calm voice again. But this time, Gu Ni felt a chill pierce through his chest like a dagger of ice.

Ye Feng's gaze was emotionless, but the pressure was suffocating. Gu Ni trembled, heart pounding in fear.

He knew. If he said another word, Ye Feng would not show mercy.

Still… this was a sixth-rank alchemist! If he could just earn Ye Feng's favor, his entire alchemy path would change.

But… it was hopeless.

"Miss…" Gu Ni turned to Ya Fei with pleading eyes.

Ya Fei paused. Her expression turned slightly awkward.

She had just accepted the role of Ye Feng's maid. And now, she was supposed to ask Ye Feng for a favor?

That would only expose her intentions.

Besides, she was merely a maid. What right did she have to ask her master for anything?

She opened her mouth, but the words never came.

Ye Feng gave her a passing glance and said, "For your sake, I'll give him a small opportunity."

He flicked his finger. A thin, invisible thread of spirit energy shot into Gu Ni's forehead. Immediately, Gu Ni's mind was flooded with numbers, herbs, and diagrams—pill formulas and refining techniques.

Just a glimpse, and Gu Ni stood frozen. The knowledge etched into his mind was vast, far beyond anything he had ever seen. Ye Feng had only gifted pill recipes below the fifth rank, but every single one was of premium quality. Even with Gu Ni's limited talent, this gift could push him to the peak of the fourth rank—possibly even match ordinary fifth-rank alchemists.

In the world of alchemy, skill was more important than rank.

Having a pill recipe didn't mean you could refine it. The true art lay in understanding fire control, medicine fusion, energy circulation, and timing—all honed through decades of practice.

Among the knowledge Ye Feng gave, one theory stood out—the Yin-Yang and Eight Trigrams Elixir Doctrine. It was a secret passed down by ancient alchemists, rarely known in the Jia Ma Empire.

Gu Ni dropped to his knees.

He kowtowed.

To heaven, to earth, to emperor, to parents… and now, to Ye Feng.

"Thank you… thank you, Senior…!" Gu Ni's voice trembled with gratitude.

Though already in his forties, Gu Ni had made up his mind. From today onward, he would regard Ye Feng as his master, whether Ye Feng acknowledged it or not.

"…Mhm."

Ye Feng waved his sleeve casually, clearly signaling it was time to go.

Gu Ni bowed deeply, said his farewells to Ya Fei, and left without another word.

Once the room quieted, Ya Fei finally spoke. "What… should I call you?"

"Just call me Mr. Ye."

Ye Feng wasn't interested in hearing the word master. He was once the creator god of the Douluo Plane, but here in the Doupo Plane, he kept a low profile, merely a Dou Zun.

"Mr. Ye, thank you for what you did just now," Ya Fei said softly.

"Don't overthink it. I just did what I wanted to. No one can force me to act, and no one can stop me when I decide to act."

He clearly didn't want to continue the conversation. "Do I need to prepare a farewell gift?"

"…We're leaving Wutan City?"

"Are you reluctant?"

"Not at all. Wutan City is just a small place. It was never my stage." Ya Fei smiled faintly. "Uncle Gu Ni will handle the auction. We can leave whenever you're ready. Where to, Mr. Ye?"

"Desert City."

"But before that, we'll pass through the Magical Beast Mountain Range."

"Understood. I'll go prepare a gift for you—"

Before she could take a step, Ye Feng reached out and grabbed her wrist gently.

Surprised, she turned back, puzzled.

"No need. I don't need gifts. But before we leave, I'll give you an opportunity."

"…Opportunity?" Her heart skipped again, eyes lighting up.

She admitted she became his maid with ulterior motives, but she hadn't expected to receive benefits this quickly.

"You're only at the seventh stage of Dou Qi," Ye Feng said, brows slightly raised.

"…My talent's poor. That's why my cultivation has always been slow." Ya Fei lowered her gaze. It was her biggest insecurity.

"Then we'll start by fixing your talent. Sit down."

She obeyed without hesitation, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Ye Feng stepped forward, placing both hands on her shoulders. A gray energy surged through his palms and entered her meridians.

"Ah…"

A groan escaped Ye Feng's lips. Not out of pain, but surprise.

In his spiritual sea, Ya Fei's entire body appeared before him—like a three-dimensional model. Every strand of hair, every pulse of her spirit, every flaw and strength of her constitution was displayed in complete clarity.

Nothing could be hidden from his sight.

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