Tang Yuan Guides Tang San! An Elder Brother Is Like a Father!

Zhu Zhuqing's mind was in turmoil.

She felt uneasy, lost, and even a hint of indescribable fear.

Though she was still young, having been born into the royal family, she was no stranger to matters between men and women.

She had been sent to that man like merchandise.

That meant she had already become his privately kept pet.

Both her body and soul had been branded with that man's mark.

Doing that sort of thing was merely a matter of sooner or later, entirely dependent on that man's mood.

As long as he wished it, he could push open this door at any time and do whatever he wanted to her.

And she had no right to refuse.

At the thought of this, Zhu Zhuqing's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

But...

Another figure surfaced in her mind.

Dai Mubai.

The man she had once regarded as her fiancé.

The man who had sprawled on the ground like a dog before everyone, crying and begging to break off the engagement as he handed her over to someone else.

Trash.

Coward.

Disgust flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

Compared to him, that man who had stood on the steps and forced the Star Luo Prince to kneel with a single sentence, who had broken through Star Luo's defenses in just a few days...

Handsome.

Domineering.

So powerful that he inspired despair.

If she truly had to rely on a man to survive, Tang Yuan did not seem so unbearable.

One could even say that he was the dream destination of countless women.

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and forced down her chaotic thoughts.

There was not only her in the King's Mansion, but her older sister as well.

Besides, given Tang Yuan's current status and strength, there would surely be countless women by his side in the future.

If she only relied on her beauty to serve him, there would eventually come a day when her beauty faded and his affection waned.

When that time came, where would she go?

Only strength.

Only by possessing enough strength, enough to help that man to some extent, could she truly gain a foothold in this vast King's Mansion.

Rather than merely being a tool to warm his bed.

With that thought, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze grew resolute.

She jumped down from the chair. Instead of going to bed, she sat cross-legged directly on the cold floor.

Cultivate.

She had to seize every moment to cultivate.

A faint glow of Soul Power lit up around her body.

It was the martial soul fluctuation of the Hell Spirit Cat.

Over the next few days.

Zhu Zhuqing seemed possessed. Other than the necessary meals and rest, she spent nearly all her time cultivating.

The rear garden of the King's Mansion became her Martial Arts Arena.

A slender black figure darted back and forth among the rockeries and trees.

She was fast.

So fast that ordinary eyes could barely follow her.

The Hell Spirit Cat was originally a martial soul known for its speed and explosive power.

Coupled with the obsession in her heart, her Soul Power had actually improved slightly in just a few short days.

But...

It was not enough.

Still not enough.

Zhu Zhuqing came to a stop, panting heavily as sweat slid down her cool cheeks and soaked the front of her clothes.

She felt that she had encountered a bottleneck.

No matter how hard she tried, her speed seemed stuck at a limit, unable to improve even the slightest bit.

Moreover, her methods of attack were far too limited and could easily be seen through.

She had also watched Tang San's battle at the Great Soul Arena that day.

That strange footwork and that control over the battle situation had filled her with envy.

She needed guidance.

Guidance from a truly powerful expert.

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, wiped the sweat from her face, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and headed toward the front courtyard.

She was going to see that man.

Even though she still felt somewhat afraid, she had to take this step if she wanted to grow stronger.

On the Martial Arts Arena.

Tang Yuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

Before him, Tang San was practicing a newly comprehended technique.

The stalks of Blue Silver Grass seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes straight as steel spears, sometimes winding like venomous snakes.

"Too slow here."

Tang Yuan suddenly spoke.

He made no great movement, merely casually pointing in a direction.

Tang San immediately stopped, nodding thoughtfully. When he tried again, that opening had already vanished.

That was the difference in realms.

Tang Yuan did not need to make a move. With a single glance, he could see through every flaw in Tang San's techniques.

That lofty, all-encompassing perspective made Zhu Zhuqing, standing in the distance, feel her heart tremble.

This was a true powerhouse.

She took a deep breath, gathered all her courage, and walked over.

"Prince."

Zhu Zhuqing stopped several meters behind Tang Yuan and bowed slightly in greeting.

Tang Yuan turned around.

His gaze fell upon Zhu Zhuqing.

Several days of training had left the girl looking somewhat exhausted, but it had also made her appear more capable and resolute.

Her tight training clothes clung closely to her body, outlining her already striking figure in even more breathtaking detail.

There was not a trace of excess flesh where she should be slender, while the places that should have curves were fuller than before.

On the Martial Arts Arena, the wind stirred softly.

Tang Yuan turned around, his gaze falling upon the girl several meters away as she bowed in greeting.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a fitted black outfit that wrapped her still youthful yet already well-developed figure tightly. Her long black hair was tied behind her head, making her look neat and capable.

"Since you seek guidance, words alone are useless without action."

Tang Yuan casually beckoned, his expression calm.

"Come at me with your fastest speed and strongest attack."

"Do not hold back. You cannot hurt me."

Zhu Zhuqing did not hesitate in the slightest upon hearing this.

Having grown up in the cannibalistic environment of the Star Luo Royal Family, she understood well that hesitation meant defeat. Since the man before her had given her an opportunity, she had to seize it.

"Please excuse my offense, Prince."

Before her words had even faded, two yellow soul rings suddenly lit up around Zhu Zhuqing.

Hell Spirit Cat, possess.

Her ears instantly became pointed, claws like sharp blades extended from her ten fingers, and her pupils narrowed into vertical slits. The aura around her turned cold and sharp.

Whoosh!

A sharp sonic boom rang through the air.

Zhu Zhuqing moved.

Her body left an afterimage where she stood, and like a ghost in the night, she charged toward Tang Yuan at incredible speed.

This was not a probe.

This was the limit of the speed she could currently unleash.

When she was less than a meter from Tang Yuan, Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly twisted. With the immense strength of her waist and abdomen, she forcibly changed direction, her sharp cat claws gleaming with an icy light as they shot straight for Tang Yuan's right shoulder.

Fast.

Precise.

Ruthless.

A flicker of surprise flashed through Tang San's eyes as he watched from the side.

At her age, with that kind of speed, Zhu Zhuqing was undoubtedly among the best even among agility-type Soul Masters.

If it had been the previous Dai Mubai, he would likely have been left scrambling in the face of that strike.

Yet Tang Yuan stood where he was, his feet seeming to have taken root, utterly motionless.

He did not even blink an extra time.

Just as those sharp cat claws were about to touch the edge of his clothes.

Tang Yuan raised his right hand.

The movement looked slow, yet it was in fact swift to the extreme, as though it had slipped through a gap in time.