Women Are Truly Terrifying

The first things to catch the eye were two carved wooden beds against the window, draped in pale cyan gauze curtains.

Opposite the beds stood two desks side by side, topped with celadon brush washers and neatly stacked rice paper, with a small pot of bamboo greenery placed at each corner.

Two carved wardrobes stood in the corner of the room, their doors fitted with polished copper rings.

Beside the wall, a low daybed was covered with soft cushions and piled with several pillows embroidered with orchid patterns.

The small balcony by the window was enclosed by a wooden fence overgrown with purple morning glories, featuring a tiny round stone table and two bamboo chairs placed facing each other.

An open door on the right wall revealed the room beyond.

The floor was paved with grey-blue tiles, and a white jade-like bathtub was embedded in the corner, draped with a soft cotton shower curtain printed with delicate gardenia patterns.

Xu Yuan thought of Shrek Academy ten thousand years later and smiled to himself.

To say nothing else, the fact that a group of people had to fight over the bathroom and the toilet was simply unbearable.

The cafeteria didn't even bother to provide tables and chairs; he had truly never seen such a stingy school.

After the three of them put their things away, they followed Liu Erlong on a tour of the school.

The academy wasn't very large, but one had to remember that Blue Tyrant Academy was located right in the heart of Tiandou City.

Tiandou City was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, where land was worth its weight in gold.

Liu Erlong looked at Xu Yuan and said, "Xiao Yuan, come with me to my office."

Xu Yuan nodded in agreement and said to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, "You two go back to the dormitory to unpack first; I'll be back shortly."

Xiao Wu waved her hand. "Go on, go on! We'll just use the time to figure out what to eat tonight!"

Zhu Zhuqing also gave a slight nod. She watched the two of them walk toward the attic with Liu Erlong before she and Xiao Wu turned back to their quarters.

On the way, Liu Erlong walked at a steady pace before suddenly speaking up: "The Soul Tool at your waist—did Yu Xiaogang give it to you?"

Xu Yuan paused, not expecting Liu Erlong to be so direct. He thought for a moment and replied, "Yes."

In a sense, it could be considered a gift from Yu Xiaogang.

After all, it was Yu Xiaogang who had told Tang San to challenge him, and since Tang San had lost the item to him, it was effectively a gift from Yu Xiaogang himself.

Liu Erlong's voice deepened. "Where is Yu Xiaogang?"

Xu Yuan said with some difficulty, "He doesn't want others to know his whereabouts, especially..."

He trailed off halfway through.

This wasn't exactly a lie; Yu Xiaogang truly didn't want others to know his location, especially Liu Erlong.

Back then, Yu Xiaogang hadn't even wanted to see Liu Erlong.

Liu Erlong stopped abruptly, her profile looking somewhat rigid in the twilight.

She remained silent for a few seconds before slowly turning around, the emotions in her eyes churning like a deep pool disturbed by a stone.

"Especially me, right?" Liu Erlong's voice was very soft.

Xu Yuan didn't speak, which was taken as an admission. In some matters, acknowledgment was more dignified than defense.

Liu Erlong suddenly laughed, a sound tinged with self-mockery and an indescribable weariness. "True, that is exactly how he is."

She sighed inwardly, feeling some regret for having fallen for Yu Xiaogang in the past.

She would have been better off choosing Flender; Flender was far stronger than Yu Xiaogang in more ways than one.

However, thinking of Flender's character, he wasn't exactly a great choice either.

Liu Erlong turned around and continued walking, her steps carrying a sense of relieved lightness, as if the momentary stagnation had never occurred.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan followed quietly behind her.

Upon arriving at Liu Erlong's office, she gestured for Xu Yuan to sit and poured him a cup of tea.

Liu Erlong sat down and looked at Xu Yuan. "Xu Yuan, can you tell me about Yu Xiaogang?"

Xu Yuan thought of Yu Xiaogang's self-important expression and his disdainful gaze, and he smiled, unsure of what was best to say.

Xu Yuan picked up his teacup, pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly: "Yu Xiaogang... he always calls himself a master of theory."

Upon hearing this, Liu Erlong's hand, holding her teacup, paused, and a flash of mockery crossed her eyes. "A master of theory? That's all he's capable of. Back then, he spent all day muttering over a pile of ancient texts, claiming that a Spirit Master's cultivation must follow a set path, yet his own spirit power remained stuck at the twentieth level for years without a breakthrough."

She had realized everything now, and the filter she once had for Yu Xiaogang was gone.

A master of theory?

How many people would actually believe those wild, impractical ideas of his? At the time, she had liked him and viewed him through a filter, thinking he was a man of talent unrecognized by the world.

Thinking about it carefully, it was all nonsense; with the knowledge of the two great powers, even a dog could become well-learned.

Watching the resentful Liu Erlong, Xu Yuan couldn't help but swallow hard, inexplicably finding her somewhat terrifying.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, God King Tang San also felt that Liu Erlong was inexplicably frightening.

A clear-headed Liu Erlong—was this a case of love turning into deep hatred?

Liu Erlong seemed to notice that her emotions were showing, so she took a sip of tea and softened her tone. "My apologies, it's easy to lose my composure when he is mentioned."

Xu Yuan shook his head. "It's fine, Teacher."

"Don't take those theories of his seriously." Liu Erlong set down her teacup, her gaze turning earnest. "There are no immutable rules in a Spirit Master's cultivation. With different Spirits and different physiques, the paths of cultivation naturally differ. He always insists that spirit ring age limits cannot be exceeded, yet over the years, I have seen many who surpassed those limits, and they are all doing just fine now."

Xu Yuan recalled the words Yu Xiaogang had emphasized to Tang San about absorbing spirit rings strictly according to rank, and he truly wanted to laugh.

If he didn't even know about the soul shock of ten-thousand-year rings, how much ability could one really expect from Yu Xiaogang?

"I'm glad you understand." Liu Erlong nodded with relief. "I see you're a smart child; don't let his twisted logic lead you astray. Your Blue Silver Emperor Spirit is quite excellent, a fine piece of raw material. Polish it well, and your future achievements will be no worse than anyone else's."

Liu Erlong suddenly shifted the topic. "Speaking of which, what is he trying to do by having you carry his Soul Tool this time? Surely he isn't plotting to have you do something for him again?"

Xu Yuan answered truthfully, "Tang San challenged me according to his wishes, and after losing, this Soul Tool became mine. As for anything else, he didn't say."

"Tang San..." Liu Erlong murmured the name, her brows knitting slightly. "Is he his new disciple?"

"Yes."

"Heh, starting to teach others again, is he?" Liu Erlong let out a cold laugh. "He has no ability to break through himself, yet he loves to instruct others. I just hope that child doesn't get ruined by him."

Xu Yuan was suddenly curious; he hadn't realized Yu Xiaogang had taught others before.

However, thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

Yu Xiaogang needed to prove that his theories were flawless, so he had to find some unlucky souls to serve as proof.

He reckoned Yu Xiaogang had likely misled many commoner Spirit Masters in the past; after all, most commoner Spirit Masters lacked experience and were the easiest to use for experiments.

If no problems arose, it was due to his own skill; if problems did arise, it was undoubtedly the other party's fault.