Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Beads of sweat rolled down Yun Feng's face as he collapsed to the ground, completely drained. His body felt limp and his breathing labored.

"Looks like I was pushing it a bit too much," he muttered, forcing a bitter smile.

Despite his exhaustion, Yun Feng felt a small sense of relief as he watched the faint blue glow from the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone continue to heal the woman's injuries. At least his efforts weren't in vain.

After resting for a few moments to regain some energy, Yun Feng rose unsteadily and began preparing breakfast. In a world lacking spiritual energy, fasting was impossible. Food remained essential for strengthening the body, and Yun Feng wasn't about to neglect it.

As the smell of sizzling meat wafted through the air, a faint rustling noise from the nearby bushes caught his attention. Yun Feng immediately tensed, his senses on high alert.

When the source of the noise emerged, Yun Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

It was a Hundred-Year Tearer Hound, its coarse gray-brown fur bristling as it snarled at him. Blood-red eyes glinted dangerously, and its sharp claws glistened with a faint metallic sheen. A closer look revealed barbs on its hooked talons—truly a predator meant to rip and tear.

Though Yun Feng had never encountered this type of soul beast before, he recognized it immediately from its descriptions.

The Tearer Hound showed no fear upon seeing Yun Feng. Instead, it crouched low, its body coiled like a spring, ready to attack.

Sighing, Yun Feng shook his head. "Well, I was running low on provisions. Thanks for volunteering, dog brother."

With those words, Yun Feng didn't even bother summoning his martial soul. Instead, he channeled his soul power, sparks of lightning crackling across his fists.

In an instant, Yun Feng shot forward like a cannonball, leaving a deep crater where he had stood.

The sound of thunder roared through the forest as Yun Feng's fist connected with the Tearer Hound's head. The impact sent the soul beast flying in a twisted arc, its body tumbling dozens of meters before coming to a lifeless stop.

As Yun Feng casually wiped the blood from his hands, a noise from behind startled him. He turned to see the woman he had rescued earlier.

She was crouched on all fours like a feline ready to pounce, her body completely exposed under the morning light. The sight left Yun Feng momentarily dumbfounded.

"What kind of role-play is this?" he muttered before quickly realizing the situation. Her defensive posture must have been an instinctive reaction to the sounds of his fight.

Meeting her cold, hostile gaze, Yun Feng raised a hand and pointed to her body. "You should get dressed first. After that, I'll explain everything."

The sincerity in Yun Feng's tone, coupled with the tension in his expression, gave the woman pause. Glancing down at herself, her face turned crimson as she noticed her disheveled state.

Her body was tightly bandaged, with clean wrappings covering her arms, abdomen, and other injuries. However, her modesty had been somewhat neglected, and the bandages highlighted her ample curves in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Hurriedly, she grabbed the clothes Yun Feng had left for her and put them on, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment and frustration.

Once dressed, the woman shot Yun Feng a glare, her eyes brimming with a mix of shame and anger. Yun Feng met her gaze with a resigned sigh.

"Look, if it weren't for me, you'd already be dead," he said bluntly. "I'm not here to grovel or explain myself endlessly."

Yun Feng wasn't one to grovel, regardless of how beautiful the woman in front of him was. He also noticed that the faint hostility she had shown earlier had almost triggered the Heaven Suppressing Monument. Fortunately, it had dissipated quickly.

The woman hesitated for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. Though her face remained pale, the tension in her posture eased slightly. After a few seconds of silence, she said softly, "Thank you… I owe you my life."

Yun Feng nodded in approval, relieved that she wasn't being unreasonable. The last thing he needed was to deal with an ungrateful damsel.

However, as soon as she expressed her gratitude, tears welled up in her eyes. The reality of her situation—injured, vulnerable, and indebted to a stranger—seemed to overwhelm her.

Watching her silently cry, Yun Feng felt a pang of awkwardness. He wasn't equipped to handle such delicate moments. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke gently:

"When I found you, you were alone, gravely injured, and suffering from hypothermia. I had no choice but to remove your wet clothes and bandage your wounds."

His tone softened further as he added, "You're still… intact. I didn't touch you inappropriately. You should be able to sense that."

Though his words were clumsy, they seemed to have the intended effect. The woman wiped her tears with her sleeve and nodded faintly. While her face was still flushed with embarrassment, her breathing steadied.

"Thank you," she whispered, though her voice carried a trace of despair.

Yun Feng's brow furrowed as he realized the deeper implications of her reaction. In this world, societal norms and values were rooted in ancient traditions. A woman's reputation was often tied to her purity, and Yun Feng worried she might spiral into self-loathing or worse.

After a brief pause, Yun Feng offered a solution, albeit an unconventional one.

"Look," he began, scratching his head awkwardly. "If it really bothers you that much, I can… take responsibility."

Though he left the statement open-ended, the implication was c

lear. Yun Feng wasn't one to avoid responsibility if it came to that.