Liu Erlong's Shock, Lu Ming's Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!

This time, merely exposing Tang Hao's True Face had earned him such generous rewards.

Then if he exposed Tang San's secret of Twin Martial Souls, Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the secrets behind Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's little royal mess...

Wouldn't the Chat Group's activity levels explode every single time?

Wouldn't the rewards come pouring in until his hands went numb?

"The Blue Silver Emperor's Path to Godhood looks promising now."

Lu Ming painted himself a clear picture of his future.

He glanced at the Chat Group Interface. After an entire night, messages were still constantly refreshing within it.

The people in the group were clearly still immersed in the shock and fury of Tang Hao's hypocritical face being exposed. Their curses at him had not stopped.

And after a night of spreading, the fact that Tang San was Tang Hao's son had also become deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.

Lu Ming estimated that it was about time for that group from Shrek to arrive at Blue Tyrant Academy.

He rose to his feet, straightened his clothes, and prepared to find Liu Erlong.

After making such a huge stir, with his Soul Power surging and his Martial Soul evolving, he had to let his nominal "mother" know. Otherwise, she would still be worrying over his "Trash Spirit."

Meanwhile.

Blue Tyrant Academy, inner chambers of the dean's office.

This was Liu Erlong's bedroom, simply yet warmly furnished. A faint, pleasant fragrance like ambergris lingered in the air.

Liu Erlong reclined against the soft bed, her fiery red long hair spilling around her like a waterfall, forming a striking contrast against the snow-white sheets.

She wore only a loose silk robe, its collar slightly open to reveal a patch of delicate skin and her exquisite collarbones.

Her long, toned, explosively powerful legs were crossed together.

They traced a breathtaking curve, her lush figure faintly visible beneath the silk robe, radiating the unique charm of a mature woman.

At this moment, the usually Fiery Tempered female dean was frowning as she stared at the Chat Group Interface before her.

"Tang Hao..."

She murmured his name, her eyes full of contempt and fury.

She had once respected this Clear Sky Douluo so deeply, viewing him as a hero who stood against Spirit Hall.

But now, it seemed he was nothing more than a vile Villain who had risen to power by deceiving a woman and draining his wife of every last bit of value!

The thought that the Theory Master Yu Xiaogang, whom she admired most, was actually such a man's devoted fan made Liu Erlong feel sick.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Tang Hao was a hypocrite, so what about Yu Xiaogang?

Had he truly been sincere toward her? Or did he have some other motive?

Once that thought arose, it grew like wild grass and could no longer be suppressed.

The more she thought about it, the more irritated Liu Erlong became.

Her slender fingers rapidly tapped across the screen.

[Gentle Fire Dragon: Tang Hao really isn't a man. What a waste of all the respect I used to have for him! Like father, like son. That Tang San definitely can't be any good either?!]

Her message immediately stirred up a ripple.

[Bunny is the Cutest: Tang Hao is a bad person, but what does that have to do with Tang San?]

When Xiao Wu saw the message, she immediately could not resist defending her Third Brother.

[Little Witch: Exactly! Tang San may be the son of a Soul Beast, but I've met him. He's pure and spotless, definitely a good person?!]

Ning Rongrong chimed in as well.

Watching them defend Tang San, Liu Erlong curled her lips in disdain.

A bunch of little girls who had never experienced the treachery of human hearts.

Tang Hao was a calculating, vicious devil who could even use his own wife and child as chess pieces. How good could the son he raised possibly be?

"Naive."

Liu Erlong gave a Cold Snort. Just as she was about to send another message, she heard a voice from outside.

"Teacher Erlong!"

It was Lu Ming.

His voice was clear and full of vigor, and he seemed to be in an excellent mood.

Liu Erlong put away her irritation and sat up from the bed. She casually draped the dean uniform jacket beside her over her shoulders, covering that alluring spring scenery.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Lu Ming appeared in the doorway.

The Young Man stood tall and straight. Overnight, his temperament seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation, gaining an extra measure of calmness and confidence between his brows.

"Xiao Ming, you're done cultivating so early?"

Liu Erlong looked at him with a gentle smile. The irritability and gloom in her eyes had been replaced by affection.

This was the child she had raised with her own hands, one of the few attachments she still had in this world.

"Mm, I'm done."

Lu Ming nodded with a smile and walked into the room.

Liu Erlong rose to her feet and, out of habit, walked up to him and reached out to straighten his slightly wrinkled collar.

She was tall, and although Lu Ming had grown quite a bit taller now, she was still slightly taller than him.

As she drew close, that unique body fragrance became even clearer, gently stirring one's heart.

Lu Ming's gaze swept over her inadvertently.

Though Liu Erlong had put on her jacket, she was still wearing that silk robe below, and it only reached her thighs.

When she stood straight, those long, straight, beautiful legs were completely exposed to the air. Her skin was firm, her lines smooth, full of a healthy and wild beauty that could not help but make one marvel at the Creator's handiwork.

"Come on. Same as always—let me see whether you've been slacking in your cultivation lately."

Liu Erlong patted Lu Ming's shoulder and took the lead toward the Cultivation Ground outside.

This was their daily routine.

Liu Erlong, a Spirit Sage powerhouse, personally guided Lu Ming's cultivation and checked his Soul Power progress.

Lu Ming smiled and followed after her.

At the Cultivation Ground.

Liu Erlong stood to one side with her arms crossed, her fiery red long hair fluttering lightly in the morning breeze.

"Xiao Ming, release your Martial Soul and Soul Power. Let me have a look."

She spoke with a trace of anticipation in her voice.

"Alright."

Lu Ming answered without the slightest hesitation.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought—

Buzz!

A strange plant, wrapped in purple aura from stem to leaf and covered in golden patterns across its leaves, slowly bloomed in his palm.

Noble, mysterious, and brimming with the breath of life.

"This is..."

The smile on Liu Erlong's face instantly froze.

Her eyes widened sharply as she stared fixedly at the Martial Soul in Lu Ming's hand.

Was this still the Blue Silver Grass that had been deemed a Trash Spirit?

What was this noble aura? This pressure of Monarch Descends Upon the World?!

Had his Martial Soul mutated?

Before she could recover from the shock of the Martial Soul's transformation, an even more astonishing sight unfolded.

Yellow, yellow, black!

Three Spirit Rings rose in succession from beneath Lu Ming's feet.

When she saw the deep black radiance of the Third Spirit Ring, Liu Erlong felt as though her breathing had stopped.

Ten Thousand Years!

The Third Spirit Ring was actually a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

How was that possible?!

How could a person's body withstand the energy impact of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as early as the third ring?!