Zhu Zhuyun was completely immobilized, her body bound tightly by the vines.
No matter how much she struggled, she could only sway slightly in the air, like a captured bird in a cage.
Her face paled, a shiver running down her spine.
This… this is the power of a god-level martial soul?
She had heard the legends, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.
Even with her higher spirit power and agility-focused combat style, she hadn't even managed to graze his sleeve, let alone escape.
Now, she understood why the Star Luo Emperor and her father, Zhu Yan, valued Lu Feng so highly.
And why even Title Douluos like the Chrysanthemum Douluo from Spirit Hall were willing to stoop to any means to recruit him.
At least he's not an enemy…
Lu Feng stepped closer, his fingers twitching slightly. The surrounding plants retracted obediently, leaving only his azure-gold vines still coiled around her voluptuous body.
He could feel the sensation of the vines through her.
Noticing her slight discomfort, Lu Feng felt a rush in his chest.
This woman's figure was just too alluring.
A natural temptress.
Her curves were probably a staggering F-cup.
The last measurement wasn't exact, after all.
Back in the Black Forest, when Zhu Zhuyun was spying --
he'd used tree roots to ensnare her too.
But it wasn't like this time, with vines wrapping her completely from every angle.
Plus, the feeling transmitted through external plants was different from the connection he felt through his own Martial Soul.
As his Soul Power grew, that sensation became even sharper.
"Y-You—let me go!" Zhu Zhu Yun demanded, her voice sharp despite the flicker of panic in her eyes.
Stubborn to the end, just like Zhu Zhu Qing.
Both sisters had clawed their way up through brutal competition, forging wills of steel.
Lu Feng chuckled, circling her slowly like an artist admiring his masterpiece.
Her fair, stunning face, those captivating red lips, her proud chest, those round, full hips, and her long legs hugged tightly by leather pants…
The vines' tight binding twisted her curves, making them less perfect but somehow even more irresistible, stirring a strange, deadly allure.
Lu Feng took a few deep breaths to steady himself before speaking.
"Let you go?" He tilted his head. "You cheated on our bet, attacked me, and now you think I'll just… release you?"
A smirk. "I'll take my interest first."
Smack!
Lu Feng's hand came down hard on her plump buttocks.
The sensation, and the way they quivered in response, sent a thrill through his heart.
"Ah—! Y-You dare?!" Her face burned with humiliation and rage.
The sting lingered, proof he hadn't held back—not even for the 'future Empress'.
"If you don't let me down right now, I'll—"
Smack!
Another slap, even harder.
"Go ahead. Scream." His eyes glinted. "I love it when people threaten me."
Zhu Zhu Yun clenched her jaw.
She wouldn't scream.
If anyone saw her like this, she'd be the one humiliated, her reputation will be damage.
"You're disgusting!" she spat.
"Me?" Lu Feng scoffed. "You're the one who played footsie under the table that day. Don't think I didn't notice."
"…That wasn't me!" She stiffened, lying through her teeth.
"Of course you'd deny it." He shrugged. "But I have ways to make you admit the truth."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
At first, Zhu Zhuyun held strong, but soon her body started to quiver.
Lu Feng didn't use Soul Power, his strikes on her plump buttocks wouldn't cause pain, but the burning shame broke her resolve.
Truthfully, even if she confessed, things wouldn't be worse than they were now.
But she couldn't withstand the relentless waves of humiliation.
Striking her thin, skin-tight leather pants felt no different from hitting her bare skin.
"F-Fine! I admit it! It was me! Happy now?!" she snarled, her voice cracking.
Her expression twisted into defiant resignation, You've already done your worst. What else can you do?
Lu Feng paused.
The lesson had sunk in, but pushing further would be pointless.
"Still so stubborn."
With a thought, his martial soul obeyed, the vines tightening just enough to make her gasp,
The roots instantly tightened around her.
Rip—
A sharp tearing sound echoed as the vine's needle-like thorns pierced her skin, injecting a paralyzing toxin.
This wasn't just any poison, it was unique to Lu Feng, impossible to fully counteract without him. Worse, it amplified the corrosive toxin from the green light, turning her snow-white skin a sickly shade of emerald.
Every inch of her body was now wracked with debilitating effects:
Numbness creeping through her limbs.
Sluggishness weighing down her movements.
Corrosion eating at her spirit energy.
Life force being siphoned away, funneled straight into Lu Feng's martial soul, nourishing it, empowering him further with every upgrade to his spirit rings.
Not that he was going all out today.
After all, she was his sister-in-law. A lesson was enough.
Zhu Zhuyun felt utterly wretched especially seeing her skin's grotesque hue.
Beauty was a point of pride for her, and this? Unthinkable.
She'd underestimated Lu Feng's ruthlessness. Now, she was as helpless as a lamb on the chopping block.
Fear, raw and unfamiliar, clawed up her throat.
And the worst part?
She'd brought this on herself. She had provoked him. She had struck first.
Tears welled in her eyes as she blurted out: "I surrender! I—I'll be your slave for three days! Or three months! Just, please let me go!"
Lu Feng clicked his tongue. "Should've said that earlier."
With a flick of his wrist, the vines retracted, dropping her unceremoniously to the ground.
Zhu Zhu Yun collapsed onto her knees, shooting him a glare that was more pouty than furious.
"Where's the antidote?" she demanded, voice frayed.
Lu Feng summoned a thin, needle-like root between his fingers, grinning. "Right here. One quick shot, and you're cured."
"A… shot?"
Zhu Zhuyun, though a bit dazed, followed Lu Feng's instructions.
The needle pricked her round, plump buttocks.
"Hiss!" She clenched her teeth, wincing as her body shook.
It didn't hurt, but seeing the long needle pierce her skin triggered an instinctive, twitching discomfort she couldn't quite name, just a deep fear of injections.
Thankfully, only the tip broke her skin, not the entire needle.
As expected, one shot worked.
The paralyzing sensation in her body faded instantly.
Zhu Zhu Yun rubbed her ass, scowling. "Did it have to be there?"
Lu Feng shrugged. "Anywhere's fine. Depends on my mood."
"…"
Girls really can't let their guard down.
Get too casual, and someone's bound to take advantage.
"The toxin from your second Soul Skill, does it still need an injection?" Zhu Zhuyun asked weakly, her voice stripped of its usual commanding edge. She felt like her body was being toyed with.
But she didn't see Lu Feng as bullying her.
From a young age, she'd been taught that the strong rule the weak.
If you're strong, I'll submit.
If you're weak, I'll dominate.
Of course, the strong don't always stay strong, and the weak aren't always weak.
"No injection needed," Lu Feng replied. "Just eat my banana."
A golden fruit materialized in his hand, condensed from his Life Light ability.
Zhu Zhu Yun's shoulders relaxed at the first half of his sentence, then tensed right back up at the second.
She knew his tree martial soul could solidify healing energy into fruit.
She also knew he could've just healed her directly with the light.
So why go through the trouble of making a banana?
But she didn't question it.
"Depends on my mood," he'd said.
Sighing, she took the banana, peeled it, and ate it without complaint.
Instantly, the debuffs vanished, her vitality restored.
"Huh," she admitted, licking her lips. "Your banana is… surprisingly delicious." A pause. "What's your third spirit ability?"
Lu Feng's grin turned dangerously playful. "Want to find out?"
"N-never mind!" She coughed, suddenly wary. "Next time. But why are you smirking like—"
Then she followed his gaze.
Her black leather outfit, once sleek and intimidating, was now shredded in multiple places, barely clinging to her curves.
"This is your fault!" she hissed, face burning. "How am I supposed to walk around like this? And I'm filthy, your vines made me all itchy!"
Before he could respond, she stomped past him, heading straight for his bedroom.
"I'm using your bath. And bring me a change of clothes!