Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

To provoke Yan Shaozhe, the prideful Xian Liner had even gone so far as to enter a fake marriage with Qian Duoduo!

In an era where a fake marriage still held many social expectations, Xian Liner had sacrificed quite a bit, despite the lack of any real marital relationship. But her determination to act out of spite had led her to put her entire future on the line.

In truth, Xian Liner didn't understand much about relationships.

With such an innate talent for martial arts, and as a battle fanatic, it would be hard for her to also be mature about love. Only someone like Qianran, who could fill any gaps with a system, could hope to embody true perfection.

So, would Xian Liner go along with some "strange things" with him to keep frustrating Yan Shaozhe?

Would the Valkyrie Douluo don black stockings, a short skirt, or...?

In Qianran's mind, he couldn't help but imagine these possibilities, his heart pounding.

He had seen Wang Dong'er and Tang Ya in short skirts, which he'd found appealing enough.

But Xian Liner was different. If she wore one, Qianran might just have a nosebleed.

After all, Xian Liner wasn't just any student like Tang Ya. She was among the strongest in this world—a true powerhouse. She might not be the absolute top, but her abilities would certainly place her in the top 20.

To see someone at her level, a figure like an ice goddess, dressed in black stockings and a short skirt...it was akin to imagining the cold CEO of a Fortune 500 company in such attire.

Those who get it, get it. No amount of explanation would suffice for those who don't.

"Are you sure this is feasible?" Xian Liner asked, a little embarrassed, her heartbeat quickening. Here she was, discussing black stockings and short skirts with Qianran?

If anyone who knew her saw this, they'd be shocked beyond belief.

To everyone, Xian Liner was not the type to dress up for others' amusement. After all, her fists alone could easily injure a Title Douluo.

To think such a fierce woman had a side like this?

What a massive contrast!

"Teacher, don't worry—I know a bit about relationships," Qianran assured her, thumping his chest. This was about his future happiness; he wasn't going to let Xian Liner back down.

"Well…" Xian Liner hesitated. Although she'd mentioned wearing black stockings to amuse Qianran, she'd only said it in passing and hadn't actually thought about wearing anything like that. In fact, very few people had seen her in anything resembling stockings or skirts when she was younger.

And now, as an older woman, would it be inappropriate?

Yet something within her urged her to try it—it might be fun, right?

Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to stir Yan Shaozhe's heart.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot."

Xian Liner eventually gave in to Qianran's suggestion. Only Qianran would go along with her plan—she couldn't possibly ask Qian Duoduo. He'd been nothing but kind, and she'd already hurt him by entering a fake marriage. There was no need to hurt him further.

"But how should I go about this?" She had no experience with such things.

"We'll take it step by step. How about trying black stockings next time? Flesh-toned stockings would work too," Qianran said, his eyes lighting up. In his opinion, flesh-toned stockings suited mature women best, though black stockings were a perfect fit for Xian Liner.

Xian Liner was older, but powerful soul masters had long lifespans, so age didn't matter much. In fact, time had left a mark on her, adding a depth of maturity that only made her more attractive.

Qianran found himself deeply drawn to this quality in Xian Liner. Her beauty was incomparable, and her mature, womanly allure was even more enchanting.

Since coming to the Douluo Continent, he had encountered plenty of beauties, but Xian Liner was on a whole new level.

Zhou Yi was alright too, but he hadn't yet seen her real face. Qianran knew Zhou Yi wasn't as old as she appeared and that her true appearance was still quite presentable.

But even Zhou Yi, as alluring as she might be, likely didn't possess the captivating charm Xian Liner had.

"Black stockings? High heels? And a skirt?" Xian Liner blushed as she took mental notes. She couldn't understand how Qianran, still young, seemed to know so much.

Weren't boys his age still a bit away from their peak "curiosity" phase?

At this rate, would Qianran end up a playboy?

"I'll remember all of this." She jotted everything down mentally. "Next time, I'll come to your class in black stockings, just for you. How about that?" she said with a teasing smile as Qianran continued to stare at her intently.

Perfect!

"Have you thought about moving out of the dorms? If you stayed near me, I could look after you more closely. Plus, Qian Duoduo has been interested in meeting you," Xian Liner offered. As the head of the Soul Tool Department and second only to Yan Shaozhe in status, she only needed to notify the academy to arrange things. Besides, Qian Duoduo, the deputy head of the Soul Tool Department, had also shown a keen interest in Qianran.

The academy and Qian Duoduo were eager to have Qianran in the Soul Tool Department after the entrance exam. Now that Xian Liner had taken him as her disciple, her interest in securing him for the department had only grown.

"No, I think I'll stay in the dorms for now." Qianran was certainly tempted by the idea of living close to Xian Liner.

But he suspected her offer was more about finding him a place nearby, rather than living together. After all, he was already sharing a bed with Dong'er every night. Although they couldn't do much beyond cuddling, it was still quite cozy.

He couldn't shake the idea that Qian Duoduo, the proverbial "nice guy," might feel bad about all this.

Qianran didn't usually care much for "nice guys," but he couldn't deny they had it rough sometimes. After all, hadn't everyone been a "nice guy" at some point?

"Alright, but if you ever need help, come to my residence," Xian Liner said, dropping the matter without much fuss. She didn't have a lot of time to stay with Qianran constantly, but she could support his training and provide one-on-one guidance whenever possible.

Of course, she'd also ensure Qianran received as many academy resources as possible.

"Be good and wait for your teacher to see you next time," she said with a gentle laugh, treating him more like a junior than anything else.

As for Qianran's "appreciative" glances, she didn't mind. He was young, after all, and, well, a bit of a playboy. Perhaps he'd grow out of it in a few years.