Douluo Dalu(Soul Land): My System Is Dissatisfied

Ye Feng didn't explain himself.

And Ya Fei didn't ask.

She simply let the incident go, choosing silence over confrontation. She could tell it wasn't intentional, and in truth—she didn't mind.

Hai Bodong, meanwhile, turned his eyes back to her, a hint of nostalgia in his expression. "Ya Fei… you really do resemble her. Thank you. I owe you one. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ya Fei had spent years at the Wutan City auction house. Yet, in all that time, she'd rarely asked anyone for favors. She smiled softly. "Senior, we're both part of the Miteer family. Supporting each other is only natural."

But Hai Bodong wasn't fooled.

"Ya Fei," he said, tone sharpening, "I've lived too long to be deceived by polite words. Don't play games. Just tell me—what do you want?"

"I…"

She hesitated and glanced at Ye Feng.

Before she'd met him, her goal had been simple: become the head of the Miteerl clan, reclaim her pride, and make those who once looked down on her bow their heads.

But now? Now, her ambitions had outgrown that tiny family dream.

She didn't want just status. She didn't want to be limited.

She wanted power.

"I used to want to be the Miteerl patriarch," she finally said, voice steady. "But after meeting Master Ye… I realized that wasn't enough. Now, I want to become the strongest auctioneer on this continent. I want to sell treasures at prices worthy of their value—because I'll be strong enough to demand it."

Hai Bodong blinked, stunned.

That… was a dream he'd never heard before.

He scratched his head. "That's… unusual. Is there anything more practical I can help with?"

Ya Fei shook her head gently, eyes flickering toward Ye Feng. "No. What I want… you can't give me."

Hai Bodong followed her gaze—and understood immediately.

She wanted Ye Feng.

The realization made him sigh. He wasn't one for romance—even less for matchmaking. And even now, after recovering his strength, he still felt a deep, dangerous pressure radiating from Ye Feng. Forcing a union was not an option.

"Then…" Hai Bodong adjusted his tone. "Where are you heading next?"

"I follow Master Ye. I'm his personal maid," she replied.

"Y-Young Master Ye…" Hai Bodong hesitated, then bowed slightly out of respect. "Where will you go next?"

Ye Feng looked at him coldly. "I don't like having old people around."

"…Understood." Hai Bodong laughed bitterly. "After I leave the city, I'll return to the imperial capital. Ya Fei, if you ever need me, hang this in the Miteerl compound."

He tossed her a dark jade token marked with an icy seal.

Just as he turned to leave, he paused and glanced back.

"Young Master Ye… one question."

Ye Feng raised a brow. "Speak."

"That map… what does it lead to?"

"The Pure Lotus Demonic Flame," Ye Feng said flatly.

Hai Bodong's pupils shrank.

A Heavenly flame…

He knew the legends. Rare, sentient fires born of heaven and earth. Flames powerful enough to rival a Dou Huang.

Greed sparked in his heart—but only for a moment.

Then he remembered Ye Feng's power, his terrifying aura, and the fact that he owed the man his freedom. The desire died instantly.

"I see… Young Master Ye. Ya Fei." He bowed once more. "Farewell."

White wings of Dou Qi formed behind him. With one powerful flap, he soared into the sky, leaving only a trail of frost in his wake.

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"Master Ye, where to next?" Ya Fei asked quietly.

"Let's walk the streets," Ye Feng replied.

They left Gutu's shattered shop and strolled along the unique stone pathways of Mo City.

Ye Feng now held two fragments of the Pure Lotus map and had sent Hai Bodong flying—literally and figuratively—off the main storyline. That meant one thing:

Xiao Yan wouldn't meet the Ice Emperor.

And that gave Ye Feng time.

Time to watch. To see if the "anti-inflammatory medicine" would still claim the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame.

He narrowed his eyes.

---

Not far behind, in the crowd:

"Teacher," a familiar voice whispered, "even that Dou Huang master bowed before him…"

"Xiao Yanzi," the old man beside him murmured, "remember my words. Until you reach Dou Di… never stand against him."

"I'm not reckless," Xiao Yan said. "I'm just... watching."

"Don't just watch. Buy a map. We're heading to the Tagor Desert. Maybe… fate will bless you with your first flame."

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Ye Feng and Ya Fei meandered through the city streets. The morning sun cast golden light across sandstone buildings, painting the world in a warm glow.

Then—

Screaming.

"I won't go with you! Let me go—please! Wuuuuu~ You lied! My mother never borrowed anything from you! She's dead and you forged that debt!"

The sound of weeping drew them in.

Border cities like this—lawless, harsh, and full of wolves—often displayed the worst of humanity. For someone like Ya Fei, who'd only known Wutan and the imperial capital, the sight was jarring.

She gripped Ye Feng's sleeve, pulling him toward the noise.

He sighed but followed, using spatial force to part the crowd until they reached the front.

There, a broad-shouldered man held tightly onto a girl's wrist. In his other hand was a soiled contract. The girl cried out, trying to pull away—but no one moved to stop it.

The man was too large. Too strong. No one dared.

And then—

As the girl struggled, her sleeve slipped.

Revealing a scale.

Green, smooth—reptilian.

"A snake scale!"

"She's a half-snake! A cursed child!"

"I knew something was off—my son was killed by one of those snake freaks! Kill her!"

"Burn her!"

"Fry her alive!"

The crowd's mood turned instantly. Pity twisted to hatred. Their voices rose into a mob's roar, filled with venom.

"Half-snake?" Ye Feng narrowed his eyes.

That scale.

That girl.

Could she be… Qing Lin?

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