Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

Cai Meier leaned casually against Qianran's chair, her shapely hips perfectly aligned with his line of sight. All Qianran had to do was turn his head slightly to see the full curves of her voluptuous figure.

Damn!

This was simply too tempting.

Her mature fragrance carried a hint of body warmth, a unique aroma only a seasoned woman like her could exude. It added an air of refined sophistication to her already bewitching charm.

Ma Xiaotao and the others were stunned to learn that Cai Meier had once intended to take Qianran as her disciple. What shocked them even more was the revelation that Dean Xian Liner had essentially "snatched" Qianran away from Cai Meier's grasp.

Inner Court disciples like Gongyang Mo and Xi Xi couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. To be simultaneously coveted by two deans—what kind of extraordinary talent would one need to enjoy such an honor?

Moreover, these weren't just any deans. Both Xian Liner and Cai Meier were absolute stunners, unmatched beauties in the eyes of anyone who truly understood.

While Xian Liner's beauty was more subtle and required a closer look to appreciate fully, Cai Meier's allure was more direct and undeniable. For Qianran, there wasn't much difference in their level of attractiveness—they were equally stunning.

However, for most men, Cai Meier's sultry allure would make her the clear favorite.

She had everything that would captivate a man: a full chest, curvaceous hips, long legs, and an irresistibly enchanting face. Cai Meier wasn't just beautiful; she knew exactly how to utilize her physical advantages to maximum effect.

"Those soul tools were all designed and crafted by Qianran," Ma Xiaotao said proudly. "And he's even promised to make me a custom set."

At this, Ma Xiaotao's pride only grew.

Qianran could already craft Level Six soul tools, and she seriously suspected that his limitation wasn't skill but soul power. Once Qianran's cultivation advanced further, he might even create Level Seven or Level Eight soul tools.

The prospect of wielding such powerful tools to enhance her combat capabilities thrilled her to no end.

"Wang Yan," Cai Meier asked with a curious tone, "do you think our Martial Soul Department should integrate this kind of approach?"

She was genuinely intrigued by the idea of combining powerful martial souls with specialized soul tools.

Wang Yan hesitated before responding. "Dean, um, our Soul Engineering Department may not be able to match Qianran's level of expertise. Having Inner Court soul engineers research these specialized tools might not yield fruitful results. The cost-to-benefit ratio might not even compare to studying more general-purpose soul tools."

Deep down, Wang Yan longed to equip every Shrek Academy disciple with such tools. But the truth was that Shrek's soul engineering capabilities were far from sufficient.

Take Zhu Lu's claw-enhancing soul tool, for example. It was tailored specifically to her Netherworld Spirit Cat martial soul and had little practical application for anyone else. In Qianran's designs, each tool was custom-made to amplify a specific soul skill's upper limit, but every soul master had unique core abilities.

Creating custom tools required significant effort and expertise, which were scarce commodities at Shrek Academy.

Cai Meier quickly regained her composure.

If Shrek's soul tools had always been this advanced, they would have already noticed it by now. Even Inner Court disciples didn't have universal access to basic flying soul tools, let alone something as sophisticated as Qianran's creations.

No, the genius wasn't Shrek Academy—it was Qianran himself.

This realization made Cai Meier reassess Qianran's value. He wasn't just a genius; he was an irreplaceable one.

As Cai Meier's gaze swept over the young women surrounding Qianran, a sly smile played on her lips.

"This Qianran… he's such a philanderer!"

Even Ma Xiaotao seemed smitten with him. Cai Meier couldn't help but take note of the others: Tang Ya, the icy princess Ling Luocheng, Jiang Nannan, and more.

"So many remarkable women gathered around him… Does he really have what it takes to keep them all happy? Or is he just putting on a front?"

Cai Meier's critical eye took in each of the girls before settling back on Qianran. As a mature, experienced woman, she could see through most men's bravado. Many talked a big game but lacked the ability to back it up. But Qianran? If he was managing to keep all these exceptional women aligned, he was clearly an outlier.

For the younger, more naive Outer Court girls, infatuation was understandable. But what about the likes of Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luocheng, Inner Court elites known for their pride and high standards?

Then there was Xian Liner…

Cai Meier had noticed changes in Xian Liner recently. During a prior Sea God's Pavilion meeting, she'd deliberately mentioned going to see Qianran, just to observe Xian Liner's reaction.

As expected, Xian Liner's reaction confirmed her suspicions: Xian Liner had fallen for Qianran.

"What kind of magic does this man possess to make Xian Liner so devoted to him?" Cai Meier mused, her elegant fingers now gently ruffling Qianran's hair.

To her surprise, it was addictive.

Qianran, on the other hand, felt deeply uncomfortable.

He wasn't some child to be coddled—he was a man!

"Dean Cai Meier, could you please stop ruffling my hair?" he said helplessly.

In his world, he was the one who usually ruffled the hair of Winter, Zhu Lu, and the others. Cai Meier might be stunning, but this still felt like a challenge to his dignity.

"Oh, my apologies." Cai Meier chuckled softly, her voice as sweet as honey. "I just like you so much—I couldn't help myself."

To onlookers, this seemed like a harmless gesture of affection from a senior to a junior. But to Qianran, her tone was a masterstroke of seduction, leaving him flustered and unsteady.

For the first time, Qianran thought: "I've met my match."

Usually, he was the one making others squirm with his charm, but now the tables had turned.

While they exchanged words, Cai Meier shifted slightly, and her curvaceous hips brushed against Qianran's shoulder. Her legs, adorned in sheer stockings with intricate white cloud patterns, came into his view.

Qianran's breath hitched.

He'd seen many types of stockings: black, white, flesh-toned, sheer, opaque. But these patterned stockings, with their hint of mystery, were entirely new to him.

For a brief, irrational moment, he wanted to turn Cai Meier around, remove her heels, and thoroughly examine the rest of that mesmerizing pattern.

(End of Chapter)