Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

At Shrek Academy, most Outer Court students wore their uniforms, with few occasions to wear their personal attire. Only in the Inner Court did students have more freedom to choose their clothing.

In the anime, characters might have more freedom in dress, but Qian Ran wasn't willing for his own women to dress provocatively in public, unless he was right there with them. Otherwise, why should he let others enjoy the view?

"What are you thinking about, you troublemaker?" Zhu Lu asked, feeling embarrassed under Qian Ran's gaze.

"I want to see you in tight clothes." Qian Ran now understood why the women of the Zhu family favored form-fitting outfits. It wasn't just about looking good; it was also practical. Their martial spirit, the Netherworld Civet, prioritized speed and agility, and their shapely figures could hinder their movements in battle without the support of fitted clothing.

Even in her school uniform, Zhu Lu wore supportive innerwear and fitted shorts beneath her skirt. This helped control her chest, hips, and thighs, preventing any loose movements that could disrupt her performance in combat.

This kind of physical restraint was crucial for an agility-type soul master.

Don't ask how Qian Ran knew—he had, well, felt it firsthand.

Zhu Lu wore tight, hip-lifting shorts and a snug top under her uniform.

"Oh."

"If you want to see it, I'll wear it for you."

Zhu Lu lowered her head shyly.

Dai Huabin had never said anything like that to her, and Qian Ran's bold words left her flustered.

"Good girl."

Qian Ran pulled Zhu Lu close, holding her in his arms, his chin resting atop her glossy black hair, breathing in her soft scent.

"If you keep doing this, Dai Huabin will see us."

Zhu Lu gasped, startled by Qian Ran's daring.

Dai Huabin was on stage fighting a powerful thousand-year soul beast, and a single glance in their direction would reveal her and Qian Ran's little rendezvous.

"Are you afraid?"

Qian Ran's face brushed against Zhu Lu's blushing cheek.

If Dai Huabin saw, so be it.

What could he do? This could be the perfect opportunity to drive Dai Huabin away and claim Zhu Lu for himself.

Besides, Dai Huabin's presence was an annoyance.

"I'm not afraid, it just feels a bit strange."

…

Dai Huabin had chosen a soul beast of his own kind—a thousand-year-old wind tiger.

With a low growl, a two-meter-long, agile tiger soul beast leapt from the arena, charging directly at him.

Facing the attack, Dai Huabin neither dodged nor flinched. He let out a fierce roar, releasing his White Tiger martial spirit, surging toward the wind tiger. His first and third soul rings flared brightly, his white tiger aura intensifying.

He wanted to display his power to Qian Ran, showing just how much he'd improved.

The power from his thousand-year soul ring caused Dai Huabin's body to swell, amplifying his strength to its peak in an instant. Under normal circumstances, his transformation would take time, but he forced it to happen instantly, enduring the strain without showing any weakness.

With a challenging glare, Dai Huabin looked down toward the audience, intending to make Qian Ran realize how strong he'd become.

But in one glance, Dai Huabin froze.

He… what…

Was this an illusion?

Dai Huabin rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

It must be an illusion; there was no way his Zhu Lu could be involved with Qian Ran.

"Damn you, Qian Ran, trying to trick me with illusions again," Dai Huabin fumed. He knew Qian Ran excelled at mental attacks, and he'd been caught off guard last time. To counteract this, he'd even sought a soul bone that would help him defend against mental interference.

He hadn't expected Qian Ran to create an illusion of Zhu Lu being intimate with him. This was going too far.

Zhu Lu was his partner in a martial spirit fusion technique, and Qian Ran thought he could just steal her?

This dog Qian Ran had probably coveted Zhu Lu all along; Dai Huabin couldn't delay any longer.

He had to secure Zhu Lu as soon as possible, ensuring she'd never waver from him.

"Get lost!"

Enraged, Dai Huabin activated his second soul ring, unleashing a burst of intense white light like a cannonball, blasting straight into the open mouth of the thousand-year wind tiger, his claws tearing the soul beast apart.

With his fury still simmering, he glanced back down. But the illusion remained.

Could it be… real?

A torrent of anger surged through him, flushing his face.

No way Qian Ran would dare touch his woman, and there was no way Zhu Lu would betray him. Even if she didn't like him, her family would never tolerate her disloyalty.

It had to be an illusion, it had to be.

Last time, during the freshman assessments, Qian Ran had trapped him in a terrifying illusion, after all.

With heavy steps, Dai Huabin moved toward Qian Ran and Zhu Lu, his face contorted with rage.

"Qian Ran, what should we do?"

Zhu Lu bit her lip, panic in her eyes. She had no idea what to do.

"An illusion—this must be an illusion."

"Qian Ran wouldn't dare do something so outrageous. The White Tiger Duke's household is beyond Qian Ran's defiance."

"An illusion? Dai Huabin, accept reality. You're unworthy of Zhu Lu. She's my woman now." Qian Ran pulled Zhu Lu into his arms, his tone laced with wickedness.

Hearing Qian Ran's voice and seeing his disdainful gaze, as well as Zhu Lu's anxious, embarrassed expression, Dai Huabin stood there, momentarily frozen.

"Qian Ran, I'm going to kill you!" Dai Huabin shouted, summoning his martial spirit and charging at Qian Ran.

Fresh from slaying a thousand-year soul beast, his blood-soaked appearance looked terrifying. With his martial spirit unleashed, he radiated a fierce aura that had nearby students scrambling to safety, the arena descending into chaos.

Dai Huabin's strength was considerable, and if he lost control, he could easily harm many students around him.