Teacher Er Long's Social Death, a Martial Soul Oath!

Liu Erlong: "..."

If the silence before was an awkward silence, then the silence now is... a deathly silence.

Liu Erlong's face flushed bright red in an instant.

She just wants to find a crack in the ground and disappear forever.

She had actually thought this guy was going to confess his feelings to her!

I even fantasized about that kind of scene!

And I seriously considered the age gap issue!

They even went so far as to say something like "she's much older than him"!

Doesn't that just openly tell people that you're actually thinking in that direction?

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

Liu Erlong's heart was roaring with rage.

If her inner monologue could be visualized as words, it would probably already cover the entire room.

But outwardly, she remained as stiff as a stone sculpture, completely still.

Expressionless.

It was as if no one could see her as long as she didn't move.

This is probably what's called adult-style escapism.

"Teacher Er Long?"

Lin Qingmo called out tentatively.

"..."

"Teacher Er Long, are you alright?"

"..."

"Teacher Er Long, there's smoke coming out of your head!"

It's really smoking.

A faint steam rose from Liu Erlong's dark green hair.

I don't know if it was embarrassment or anger, probably both.

"Don't speak!"

Liu Erlong finally broke down and cried out.

She covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled and choked with sobs, squeezed out from between her fingers.

"Let me be alone! I want to be alone!"

As for whether the "quiet" she was referring to meant "peaceful" or a person's name... only she herself knows.

Lin Qingmo struggled to suppress her laughter.

His lips were twitching, his abs were aching, and his facial expression management system was on the verge of collapse.

But he knew that if he laughed now, Liu Erlong would probably kill him on the spot.

He didn't want to be the first Transmigrator to be blasted to smithereens for laughing out loud when his teacher died.

He coughed, trying to make his tone return to normal.

This process took him almost his entire acting career.

"Um, well... Teacher Er Long, let me continue."

"..."

"The Chat Group is getting bigger and bigger."

Lin Qingmo said seriously, pretending that nothing had just happened.

"Now even people from the Spirit Hall and Sea God Island are inside."

That's the truth.

The Chat Group grew much faster than he had expected.

At first, he thought the people in the Chat Group were his online friends from his previous life.

But it seems that's not the case now; there are very likely none of his online friends from his previous life in the Chat Group!

The Chat Group we see today have become a miniature reflection of the political landscape of the Douluo Continent.

Each faction has its own agenda.

On the surface, everyone was chatting and joking happily, but underneath, undercurrents were swirling and people were testing each other.

"Based on the chat history in the group, they will be able to confirm my identity soon."

Lin Qingmo's tone became serious.

"By then, some people will definitely have designs on me."

This isn't because he's narcissistic.

Rather, the existence of Chat Group is simply too mysterious.

A platform that can bring together the top experts from across the entire continent.

A set of rules that allows people from different factions to communicate in the same space.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain what will happen to him once his identity is exposed.

What will the Spirit Hall think?

What would Sea God Island think?

A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

This principle applies in every world.

What's more, he's a Transmigrator.

Once this identity is exposed, the resulting ripples will likely be even greater than those caused by the Chat Group itself.

Liu Erlong finally lowered her hands from her face.

Although her ears were still red, her expression had regained some composure.

He's someone who's weathered many storms; even if things get tough, he can quickly adjust when faced with serious matters.

Although she now completely dared not look Lin Qingmo in the eye.

"So you're now looking to build up your own power and influence?"

Her voice was still a little shaky, but her thoughts were clear.

"Right."

Lin Qingmo nodded, his gaze becoming profound.

He looked out the window at the setting sun that had completely sunk behind the distant mountains, his voice carrying a depth beyond his years.

"I need more trump cards in my hand, stronger forces I can trust, and a sufficient foothold on this continent."

The reason for choosing Liu Erlong,

Because her Soul Power had already reached the Soul Saint, and now with the addition of Immortal Herb, Spirit Ring, and Soul Bone, it was enough to elevate her to the mid-to-late stage of Soul Douluo.

He's quite competent as a capable enforcer.

no way.

The teacher is elusive and can't protect him all the time.

Dugu Bo's identity is sensitive; he is Titled Douluo.

If an account is banned, things could get very serious.

Having Liu Erlong, a mid-to-high-level combatant, is very important to him.

Moreover, Liu Erlong is a member of the Chat Group, so winning her over is more meaningful than winning over other Soul Saint and Soul Douluo.

"That way, we won't be caught off guard when the storm comes."

He turned around and looked at Liu Erlong again.

"..."

Liu Erlong understood Lin Qingmo's meaning.

This kid's enemies have never been any one person or any one force.

Rather, it's the malice he, as Transmigrator, might face from the entire world.

"So..."

Lin Qingmo's voice returned to its usual relaxed tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Teacher Er Long, are you willing?"

"Not to become my woman."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "" and left a subtle pause between "woman" and "woman".

"But rather, it becomes my strength."

Liu Erlong: "..."

Can we please stop using the word "woman"?!

She tried her best to keep her expression calm and to keep her voice from trembling.

But her shifty gaze betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

"I..."

She opened her mouth.

Many images flashed through my mind.

There's a scene of someone dying earlier... let's skip that for now.

There's a picture of Yu Xiaogang's back... let's skip that too.

Okay, we can skip the past!

Just like Lin Qingmo said, we must face a brand new future.

"Good."

She raised her head, her gaze still somewhat unfocused, but her voice had become firm.

"A-Qing, I promise you."

But I need to make this clear first.

She took a deep breath, her expression becoming extremely serious.

"I am grateful that you told me the truth and brought me to my senses. I am also grateful for all the opportunities you have given me."

"Whether it's the Immortal Herb or these few pieces of Soul Bone, give it to me, and I'll remember this favor."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her right hand.

A crimson flame rose from her palm, condensing into a mysterious rune in the air.

"I, Liu Erlong, swear by my Martial Soul!"

Her voice was solemn and dignified.

"From this day forward, I am willing to protect Lin Qingmo with my life."

"If I break this oath, my Martial Soul will shatter, my Soul Power will dissipate, and I will never be reborn."

Boom!

The flame runes suddenly exploded, turning into countless points of light that entered her brow.

Martial Soul Oath.

This is the most solemn promise Soul Master can make, heavier than any contract or agreement.

Martial Soul is one of the fundamental elements of Soul Master.

This oath, if broken, will result in a backlash from the Martial Soul or even Destruction; it is not merely a psychological constraint.

For Soul Master, having their Martial Soul shattered is more painful than death.

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Lin Qingmo was stunned.

He truly hadn't expected Liu Erlong to go this far.

He just wanted to find a partner to invest in Liu Erlong, but the other party ended up signing a contract to sell himself into servitude.

This made him a little embarrassed.