Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Though Yun Feng had foreknowledge of the story from his previous life, he reminded himself that everything he had achieved was the result of his own effort and persistence. Why should he downplay his accomplishments?

"Ah Yin, your soul bone is quite beautiful. Why didn't Tang Hao give it to your son?"

In Yun Feng's spiritual sea, Ah Yin let out a cold snort, curling up in silence. She closed her eyes, clearly unwilling to engage. To her, speaking even a single word to Yun Feng felt repulsive.

Though she couldn't understand how Yun Feng knew about her husband and son, she was beginning to sense something amiss.

Seeing Ah Yin's reaction, a hint of mischief flickered across Yun Feng's mind.

He recalled countless conspiracy theories about Tang Hao in his past life and toyed with the idea of driving a wedge between Tang Hao and Ah Yin. However, he quickly dismissed it—not because of any noble intention, but because women in Douluo often leaned heavily on emotions. Explanations would be futile. He didn't possess the protagonist's talent for persuasion, nor did he care to try.

What he was doing now was purely the work of a villain. Instead of wasting words, Yun Feng believed actions would prove far more effective. With Ah Yin by his side and under his Soul Control Technique, the truth would reveal itself in time. Once that happened, guiding her thoughts would be child's play.

Setting aside unnecessary thoughts, Yun Feng focused on the task at hand: absorbing the soul bone. He placed the soul bone against his right leg.

Immediately, he felt an immense surge of life energy. Under the guidance of his soul power, the soul bone liquefied into a golden-blue substance, seeping into his body and initiating the fusion process.

Warmth coursed through Yun Feng's meridians, filling every corner of his body. He couldn't help but let out a low moan of satisfaction.

"Mm~"

The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant, almost intoxicating. Within minutes, the energy had circulated through his body several times, leaving his meridians swollen yet invigorated.

Unlike previous experiences absorbing soul power, this process was significantly smoother and more comfortable. His meridians expanded, taking on a faint golden-blue hue, and his soul power flow accelerated noticeably.

It felt as though a dry stream had suddenly transformed into a mighty river, its banks reinforced and its currents deepened.

For the first time, Yun Feng felt his natural talent improving. He no longer needed to rely solely on the Heaven Suppressing Monument or borrow talent from enemies like Tang San and Tang Hao. While exploiting others' potential was satisfying, having his own innate abilities felt far more secure.

Of course, Yun Feng wasn't about to abandon the benefits of draining talent from Tang San, Tang Hao, or Yu Xiaogang. But for now, this ten-thousand-year soul bone had delivered a dramatic improvement. It was no wonder soul masters across the continent coveted these treasures.

As the fusion completed, Yun Feng was left utterly drained. Though the soul bone primarily provided positive effects, the mental fatigue from the process was undeniable. Even with his superior spiritual power, exhaustion claimed him.

Before succumbing to sleep, Yun Feng erected a protective barrier of soul power around himself and Ah Yin to conceal their presence.

Ah Yin, watching from within her spiritual connection to Yun Feng, was at a loss. She could clearly sense the deepening bond between them after Yun Feng absorbed her soul bone.

This connection felt like a fusion of their very souls. For someone as loyal as Ah Yin, the sensation left her overwhelmed with guilt—toward her husband and her son.

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As the evening approached, Yun Feng slowly woke, his mind still groggy from the exertion. Before he could fully regain his bearings, Ah Yin's cold voice rang in his mind.

"You're awake?"

Yun Feng, uninterested in conversation, severed their spiritual connection once more. Stretching his body, he assessed the changes brought by the soul bone.

Though the Blue Silver Emperor's soul bone wasn't perfectly compatible with his martial soul, its benefits were undeniable. Standing up, he felt his joints crackle and pop, as though his body were still adjusting to its enhanced state.

Looking down at his hands, Yun Feng felt the surge of soul power within him and couldn't help but exclaim, "Amazing!"

The soul bone had elevated his strength by five whole levels, pushing him to level 43. Though he hadn't yet acquired a fourth soul ring, his accumulated soul power meant he was already a Soul Ancestor.

Feeling elated, Yun Feng picked up Ah Yin's box and examined the blue-gold grass within. For a moment, he thought he saw a faint blush on the plant's leaves, but when he looked closer, it was gone. Shrugging it off as his imagination, he set the box aside and prepared to leave.

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Yun Feng packed the box containing Ah Yin and the empty soul bone case before stepping out of the cave. He had promised Xiao Wu he would head to Shrek Academy, and he intended to keep his word.

As he reflected on Tang San's parting gaze, Yun Feng smirked to himself. While he would have preferred to attend Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, the political risks were too high. Unlike some villains, Yun Feng didn't go out of his way to provoke potential enemies unnecessarily. He saw no reason to create new foes for his Heaven Suppressing Monument.

Shrek Academy, however, was a different story.

It was a breeding ground for talents who embodied traits Yun Feng could exploit: lustful, greedy, unjust, arrogant, and proud.

By merely stepping out of line or challenging their ideals, Yun Feng could easily earn their enmity. Their exceptional talents would then become a resource for him to harvest.

The prospect of using their bodies to bear the consequences of his cultivation left Yun Feng practically giddy with anticipation. Of course, it would be Shrek's misfortune.

With a gleam in his eye, Yu

n Feng set off, his steps light with the thrill of his next conquest.