Bibi Dong: Group Leader, Omnipotent?! Testing Lu Ming!

Lu Ming walked over quietly and poured himself a glass of water.

Perhaps the noise he made disturbed her. Liu Erlong's long lashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her beautiful eyes were still slightly unfocused from sleep, only regaining clarity once she saw that it was Lu Ming.

"You're back."

She sat up and, somewhat embarrassed, straightened her slightly rumpled clothes and smoothed the loose strands of hair by her ears.

"Mm. I was a little tired. I fell asleep while waiting."

Lu Ming handed her the glass of water and sat down beside her bed.

"Teacher Erlong, it's so late. Did you need something from me?"

Liu Erlong took the glass but did not drink. She merely held it in her hands, feeling its warmth.

She raised her head to look at Lu Ming, her eyes carrying a trace of heartache and comfort.

"Xiao Ming, I heard about what happened today."

"I know you were wronged."

"Don't worry. Even if you aren't as good as Tang San and the others, even if Master... even if everyone at Shrek Academy looks down on you, in my eyes, you will always be the best, the strongest!"

She thought Lu Ming had returned late because Yu Xiaogang and the Shrek group had looked down on him during the day, leaving him in a bad mood.

Hearing that, warmth rose in Lu Ming's heart, and he smiled.

"Teacher Erlong, I'm fine."

He paused, then stated the fact in an even tone.

"However, I may have gotten you into a little trouble."

"I beat up Tang San."

The words Liu Erlong had been about to use to continue comforting him instantly caught in her throat.

She abruptly raised her head, her beautiful eyes full of astonishment.

"What did you say?"

"You... you actually beat Tang San?!"

How was that possible?!

These past few days, whenever Yu Xiaogang spoke to her, he could not go three sentences without mentioning his precious disciple, Tang San.

He praised Tang San as if no one under heaven could compare to him, talking about Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, extraordinary talent, and how his future achievements might even surpass those of his father, the Clear Sky Douluo!

Yet now, Lu Ming was telling her that he had beaten this favored son of heaven?

Liu Erlong still found it hard to believe, carefully examining Lu Ming from head to toe.

"It seems... it seems that moment of enlightenment really was powerful!

"Not only did it bring about Martial Soul Evolution, but it also made you this formidable in actual combat. You were even able to defeat Tang San?!"

She thought of Shrek Academy's record.

They had defeated the Heaven Dou Royal Academy team.

And Tang San had single-handedly defeated Yu Tianheng, who possessed the Top-tier Beast Spirit Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, as well as Dugu Yan, who possessed the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul!

Before this, she had been troubled over Lu Ming's future, worried that his ordinary Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would leave him far behind those geniuses.

Now, it seemed she had worried for nothing.

Her disciple either stayed silent—or stunned the world with a single cry!

Gratification and pride mingled on Liu Erlong's face.

She reached out and gently ruffled Lu Ming's hair, her palm warm against him.

"Good child. I knew you were destined for greatness."

"However, now that you've beaten Tang San, Yu Xiaogang probably won't let this go. You must be more careful."

A hint of barely perceptible worry colored her voice.

Lu Ming nodded, signaling that he understood.

"I know. Teacher Erlong, you should get some rest early."

Only then did Liu Erlong rise to her feet. Her fiery red long dress traced a graceful arc with her movements.

She walked to the door, then looked back at Lu Ming and reminded him, "Don't overthink things. If anything happens, I'll stand behind you."

Only after saying that did she gently close the door and leave.

The room fell silent once more.

Lu Ming lay alone on the bed, a faint, fragrant scent lingering at the tip of his nose.

It was Liu Erlong's lingering body fragrance—gentle, yet carrying a trace of fiery warmth, just like the woman herself.

He closed his eyes, sensing the surging forty-fourth-level soul power within him, as well as the nearly nonexistent sense of presence produced by the circulation of the Great Evolution God Hiding Art.

This was the true foundation for survival and success.

With a thought, an azure virtual screen quietly appeared within his Sea of Consciousness.

It was the Chat Group, which had been silent for a long time.

The moment it opened, a message tagging everyone popped up. The notification flashed continuously, seeming extremely urgent.

[Poison Fairy: @everyone, my snake venom is acting up again. It hurts so much. Can anyone help me?]

A photo was attached beneath the message.

The background of the photo seemed to be a lavish bedroom. On soft silk sheets, a fair and slender Beautiful Leg was curled up painfully.

Patches of strange emerald-green patterns had appeared on the skin of the leg, writhing slowly like living creatures. They spread from the ankle all the way to the base of the thigh, creating a disturbingly striking image.

Although the face was not shown, merely looking at that leg was enough to imagine the immense pain its owner was enduring.

That message instantly shattered the group's silence.

[Little Witch: Oh my god! That looks so painful. Has it spread throughout your whole body already?]

[My Cat is White and Big: That's pretty miserable!]

[Fox is Most Pure: Are you okay? Do you want to find someone to take a look at you?]

Soon, a Group Member who had not appeared in a long time also spoke up.

[My Son is Not a Bastard: Your poison... is very troublesome. It's a hereditary toxin originating from your martial soul. It has long penetrated your bones and spread throughout your body. To be honest, even at my peak, I wouldn't be able to cure this poison.]

The atmosphere in the group immediately froze.

Even this senior, who sounded incredibly formidable, was helpless. Didn't that mean...

[I Have No Mother: @Pontiff, you are the most powerful and influential person on the continent, and you've seen much of the world. Can you cure it?]

Spirit City, Pontiff's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat high upon her throne, looking at the messages in her Sea of Consciousness as her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

She pondered for a moment before slowly typing a reply.

[Pontiff: No. The toxin itself is not the problem. My martial soul can directly devour those toxins, but while devouring them, it would also devour her life force and Soul Power. There is only one outcome—she would not survive!]

Bibi Dong's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last trace of hope in everyone's hearts.

Even the Pontiff had pronounced a death sentence.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, inside a luxurious female dormitory.

Dugu Yan lay painfully on the bed, her body convulsing nonstop. Cold Sweat had long soaked her Long hair, which clung tightly to her pale cheeks.

Emerald-green poison patterns flickered across her body. Every flash brought a heart-piercing Sharp pain.

At the bedside, a young woman in a Long dress patterned with Nine Heart Begonia flowers anxiously wiped away her sweat.

The girl was breathtakingly beautiful, with a tranquil and gentle temperament. Her straight, slender Beautiful Legs were faintly visible beneath her skirt.

She was Ye Lingling, another peerless beauty of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"Yanyan, hang in there a little longer. Someone has already gone to find your Grandfather!"

Ye Lingling's voice was Full of anxiety.

Yet she also knew that these were merely comforting words.

Dugu Bo could not cure this poison himself. What could he possibly do?

Dugu Yan was in too much pain to speak. She could only place all her hopes on that mysterious Chat Group.

When she saw message after message in the group pronouncing her death sentence, deep despair welled up in her eyes.

It was over.

Even the Pontiff had no solution.

She was only Eighteen Years Old. She still had the best years of her life ahead of her. She did not want to die!

Just then, another message from the Pontiff popped up.

[Pontiff: Though I have no solution, the Group Leader definitely does.]

[Pontiff: Otherwise, what gives him the right to be the Group Leader? And who among us would accept him as the Group Leader?]