Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 614 Tang San and Ma Hongjun in a Feminine Way

A gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the unique fresh scent of Martial Soul City...

Pedestrians flowed like a stream from alleyways into the main street.

The vendor lifted the lid of the steamer, and the aroma of steamed buns and mantou filled the air with white steam.
The sound of hammering came from the blacksmith's shop, and sparks occasionally flew out from the gap in the curtain;

The peddler pushed his creaking wooden cart, calling out his fresh fruits and vegetables...

Dai Chengfeng was walking on the road. After leaving Liu Erlong, he originally intended to return directly to the Spirit Hall.

However, as he passed through the central square, he caught a glimpse of two somewhat familiar figures out of the corner of his eye, which made him slow down involuntarily.

A chubby man with short red hair that looked like a dancing flame in the morning light walked with a somewhat reckless gait; it was Ma Hongjun, one of the Shrek Seven Devils.

It had been a long time since I'd seen him, and the fat man seemed to have grown even more muscular, but his reckless and unruly demeanor remained unchanged.

And the person next to him...

Dai Chengfeng paused slightly and narrowed his eyes.

That was an excessively slender figure—no, perhaps it can no longer be described as "young man" now.

He was dressed in a simple blue outfit, the soft fabric clinging to his body and making his waist so slender that it seemed one hand could encircle it.

Her long hair was a deep, almost inky blue color, loosely tied at the back of her head, with a few stray strands breaking free and falling down her fair cheeks, gently swaying in the wind.

Viewed from the side, the person's eyelashes were unusually long for a man, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids.

Her nose was straight and delicate, but not overly high, with soft lines like a finely crafted work of art.

Her lips were a pale pink, like cherry blossoms in early spring, and she was slightly pursing them.

It's Tang San.

But he doesn't resemble the Tang San in Dai Chengfeng's memory.

The Tang San I remember was handsome, but there was a heroic air between his brows, and although he was not muscular, he was tall and upright.

But this person in front of me...

Her skin was so fair it was almost transparent; in the morning light, you could almost see the pale blue veins beneath it.

The lines of her profile are so soft that they have no sharp angles, and the curve of her jaw is so exquisite that it is reminiscent of porcelain.

Her neck was slender and long, like a swan's neck, with her Adam's apple almost invisible. Only with very careful observation could one discover the extremely tiny protrusion on her skin.

Her steps were so light they were almost floating, even with a slight, unconscious sway...

That wasn't a deliberate gait, but a softness that came from within.

Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but shake his head, a feeling of absurdity and complexity rising in his heart.

"The power of the Soul-Shaping Pill truly far exceeds my expectations..."

He murmured softly, his tone carrying a hint of indescribable emotion.

He didn't want to pay attention and was about to turn and leave when Ma Hongjun's voice drifted over intermittently on the wind:
"Hey, please let me kiss you, since we're best buddies."

The voice carried an obvious fawning tone, along with an undisguised eagerness, as if something deep within was stirring.

Dai Chengfeng paused in his steps.

Tang San's voice then rang out, much gentler than he remembered, clear and slightly moist, yet now containing embarrassment and helplessness:
"Fatty, stop messing around. I'm a man."

"male?"

Ma Hongjun leaned closer and lowered his voice, but Dai Chengfeng, with his excellent hearing, could still hear him clearly.

"Look at yourself now, big eyes, long eyelashes, and such pale skin, you can barely see your Adam's apple, how do you look like a man?"

Tang San seemed speechless for a moment before finally retorting in a low voice, a hint of barely perceptible panic in his tone:

"I... I cultivate a special technique..."

"So special that it makes a person look more and more like a girl as they grow up?"

Ma Hongjun chuckled, a peculiar meaning in his laughter. He reached out as if to put his arm around Tang San's shoulder, his fingers almost touching her slender shoulder.

"Good bro, just one, just one. Look at your face, it's making my heart itch..."

"No."

Tang San took a half step back, but there wasn't much anger in his voice, "If you keep doing this, I'll tell Boss Dai."

"Boss Dai doesn't have time to care about us right now."

Ma Hongjun persisted, pressing closer to Tang San, his round body almost touching Tang San's arm.

"He's been training all day, just waiting to defeat that Dai Chengfeng...hehe."

He paused, lowering his voice even further, yet making it even more suggestive, "Little San, don't be shy, we're practically family... Just give it a try, you won't lose anything..."

As Dai Chengfeng listened to this conversation, his eyes twitched almost imperceptibly.

He didn't linger, leaving the square without looking back, but the sense of absurdity in his heart grew stronger, like a blob of ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Tang San and Ma Hongjun?

He had never imagined this combination before, and even found it somewhat unbelievable.

It's not that Ma Hongjun has any deep feelings for Tang San...

That fat man has always liked pretty girls, but he has high standards and doesn't like ordinary ones. He's all talk and no action, but he might not actually cross the line.

Now that Tang San has become like this, it's not too surprising that Ma Hongjun would have some wicked thoughts.

That fat man was never one to adhere to rules and regulations.

But Tang San's reaction...

Dai Chengfeng recalled that glimpse from just now.

Although Tang San refused, he was not truly angry—with Tang San's current strength, if he really wanted to push Ma Hongjun away, let alone ten, even a hundred Ma Hongjuns wouldn't be able to get close to him.

That shy, half-hearted reluctance, that coy, hesitant attitude...

Dai Chengfeng paused, a thought suddenly popping into his mind that even he found unbelievable.

The Soul-Shaping Pill not only reshapes the physique, but could it also subtly influence one's temperament?
He shook his head, suppressing the thought.

Perhaps Tang San didn't react in time, or perhaps he was mindful of brotherhood and didn't want to really hurt Ma Hongjun's feelings.

After all, the Shrek Seven Devils have a deep bond.

In any case, that's their business.

Dai Chengfeng composed himself, leaving those chaotic thoughts behind, and walked towards the towering buildings of the Spirit Hall.

As the sunlight gradually rose higher, it cast his tall, upright shadow long across the ground.

When they returned to the Spirit Hall, the sun was already high in the sky.

Golden sunlight shone on the majestic buildings of the Spirit Hall, the white marble walls reflecting a dazzling light, and the spires pointed straight to the sky, like the eyes of a god looking down upon the human world.

Dai Chengfeng walked through the courtyards and along the corridors deeper into the courtyard.

The guards and maids he encountered on the way bowed and greeted him, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment, continuing on his way.

Finally, they arrived at their own detached courtyard.

Several old sycamore trees are planted in the yard, with thick trunks and canopies.

It was early summer, and the sycamore leaves were lush and green, rustling in the breeze.

Under the tree were stone tables and chairs, the tabletops made of a single piece of bluestone, polished smooth as a mirror.

The morning sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows that sway gently in the breeze, creating a peaceful and pleasant atmosphere.

Dai Chengfeng sat down on the stone chair, picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

(End of this chapter)