Douluo Dalu(Soul Land): My System Is Dissatisfied

Ye Feng's gaze settled on the girl before him.

She wore a flowing light green robe, elegant and refined. Though petite in stature, her figure was surprisingly mature—slender in the right places, soft and full where it mattered. She radiated a quiet charm, though her youthful appearance betrayed a trace of innocence.

Her delicate oval face was like that of a porcelain doll. Beautiful, fragile, and timid—she looked like a frightened rabbit, the type that stirred instinctive sympathy.

The burly man who had captured Qing Lin sneered with disdain. "Tch. A half-snake freak like you? You're worth nothing but a quick sale to the nearest brothel."

"Stop."

"Let her go!"

The voices rang out just before Ye Feng could speak.

From the crowd stepped a man in a long robe, square-faced and firm-jawed, his expression unshakably resolute. Ye Feng immediately guessed this must be Xiao Ding, leader of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group.

According to the original timeline, Qing Lin met Xiao Yan through the Desert Iron Mercenaries. But since Ye Feng had arrived in Desert City a full year earlier, things were playing out differently.

Ye Feng studied Xiao Ding briefly, then turned to Ya Fei. "Do you want to save her?"

Ya Fei hesitated, then nodded. "I just... I feel someone like her doesn't deserve to be treated like that. She's valuable, more than just someone's plaything."

"Alright. Then save her," Ye Feng said casually.

He snapped his fingers. Space itself twisted with a thunderous crack, compressing the burly man into a red mist of blood and bone.

Silence followed.

The entire crowd stood frozen—Xiao Ding among them, petrified by the sheer brutality.

Ya Fei stared, voice trembling. "M-Mr. Ye, did you just... kill him?"

"Mn."

"You didn't need to kill him. You could've just scared him off."

Ye Feng's tone was flat. "Too much trouble."

He had a hundred ways to solve the situation, but why bother when one flick of the wrist could settle everything?

"Let's go," he said. "Bring her."

Ya Fei approached Qing Lin and asked gently, "What's your name?"

"Qing Lin," she whispered, eyes wide with lingering fear.

"Come with me, Qing Lin. Your identity as a half-snake has been exposed. If you stay here, they'll only treat you worse."

Qing Lin hesitated.

"Don't worry, we're not here to hurt you," Ya Fei said, reaching out and taking her hand.

Together, the three left the stunned crowd behind.

—

Ten miles outside Mo City, on a rare, green-touched mountain rising from the desert sands, they settled.

With a casual flick of his fingers, Ye Feng shaped trees into planks. In no time, three simple but solid houses stood ready. Then, with a glance and another hand gesture, the surrounding earth rose into walls, forming a courtyard nearly 300 meters wide.

Ya Fei admired the work. "Are we staying here for a while, Mr. Ye?"

"Are you willing?" he asked.

She smiled. "I'm your maid. I go where you go."

She fluttered her lashes, flashing him a teasing look. It sparked something in Ye Feng. If not for Qing Lin nearby, perhaps he would've responded in kind.

But Qing Lin sat quietly, still shaken. Her gaze never quite met Ye Feng's, and he understood. The bloodshed had left a mark.

"Take care of her," he told Ya Fei. "She needs someone gentler than me right now."

"Yes, Master Ye."

After a pause, he turned to both girls. "Want to have some fun?"

"Fun?" Ya Fei blinked, confused.

Qing Lin's eyes widened with interest.

"Anyone who passes near this mountain—we'll test them," Ye Feng said. "Ask them questions, challenge them. If they pass, we reward them."

"Oh, that sounds fun!" Ya Fei said with a playful grin.

Qing Lin nodded shyly. "Yes... I'd like that."

—

Far across the sands, in a desert city unlike any other, lived a race not of men, but of snake people.

Multiple tribes inhabited the Tager Desert, each ruling its own domain. But decades ago, one figure emerged—born with the bloodline of Medusa.

She rose swiftly through the ranks, her Dou Qi power growing with frightening speed. She unified the tribes and struck fear into the surrounding empires. Her name alone deterred invasion from even the most ambitious kings.

Now, on her throne, Queen Medusa sat—poised and regal.

"Your Majesty, a report."

"Speak."

"A mysterious man has appeared near Mo City. He teaches warriors how to break through bottlenecks. He even helps those with poor talent reshape their physiques. And those who bring herbs—he crafts elixirs for them. But only if they pass his tests."

"Does he belong to the Jia Ma Empire?"

"No. In fact, he refused Jia Xingtian's reward. Forced the man to retreat in disgrace."

Medusa's lavender eyes sharpened. Jia Xingtian, a late-stage Douhuang, was no weakling. For someone to repel him... it was no small feat.

"Are you certain of this?"

"Every word, Your Majesty. And..."

"Go on."

"He possesses a Heavenly Flame."

Hua She'er, captain of Medusa's personal guard, raised her eyes. She knew her queen had been seeking a Heavenly Flame to evolve—to break past the limit of Douhuang and step into the Dou Zong realm.

As expected, Medusa's eyes lit with interest.

Then dimmed.

"It's a pity," she murmured. "He's human."

To her, humans were slavers and butchers. They would never help snake people. Not willingly. Not truthfully.

Hua She'er spoke again. "Queen, he is human... but different. He aids snake people and half-snake people just the same."

Medusa's eyes narrowed.

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