Yu Yuanzhen Wants to Offer Liu Erlong, Yu Luomian is Angry, First Trial Completed

In the Heaven Dou Empire, the affair regarding Yu Xiaogang continued to ferment.

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the situation had boiled over.

Some proposed simply expelling Yu Xiaogang from the clan to settle the matter once and for all, sparing everyone from such nerve-wracking anxiety.

Inside the Sect Council Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Sect Master, to put it bluntly, this Yu Xiaogang cannot stay, or there will be endless trouble."

"While a short-term increase in strength is fine, his methods are completely immature. Are we supposed to wait for him to declare that he will 'destroy Martial Soul Hall at any cost'?"

The Third Elder below spoke in a deep voice.

For the sake of the sect's future, Yu Xiaogang's status as Young Sect Master should have been stripped long ago.

Yet Yu Yuanzhen had stubbornly dragged it out until now.

The Fourth and Fifth Elders also seconded the Second Elder's opinion.

Yu Yuanzhen rubbed his temples and sighed. How could he get Ye Guyue to help the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? He couldn't just keep Xiaogang in the dungeon forever.

It had been difficult for Yu Xiaogang to break through to level forty, which should have been a joyous occasion, yet he had committed such a grave error.

"Sect Master, I think the Second Elder makes sense."

Yu Luomian agreed.

Solve it early to be at ease, lest there be complications.

Yu Yuanzhen sighed inwardly; it wasn't their son, so of course they didn't feel the heartache.

When his gaze landed on Yu Luomian, a flash of inspiration struck his mind: "Luomian, didn't you have a daughter?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a warning bell rang in Yu Luomian's heart, and he secretly thought, This is bad.

Once these words were out, trouble was surely on the horizon.

"Sect Master, that is true," Yu Luomian replied truthfully.

Yu Yuanzhen pondered for three seconds before speaking slowly: "Why not offer your daughter to the Holy Son to resolve this urgent crisis?"

The words fell.

Yu Luomian's expression stiffened. What kind of bullshit are you spouting?

To use his daughter to settle a mess caused by the Sect Master's own son—wasn't that going too far?

"Sect Master, I'm afraid that is inappropriate," Yu Luomian refused.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned, clearly displeased. "Luomian, His Highness the Holy Son is so outstanding, and this would also strengthen the relationship between our two great powers."

Veins pulsed on Yu Luomian's forehead. "Sect Master, allow me to refuse. I will absolutely not agree to this. Erlong is my daughter; I will never consent."

"Luomian, you must consider the sect," Yu Yuanzhen said.

"Sect Master." Yu Luomian stood up. "I will never agree to this. If you insist, then we have nothing left to discuss."

With that, Yu Luomian stormed out in a rage.

Such words were truly heart-wrenching.

The remaining elders looked worried; if Yu Luomian and Yu Yuanzhen had a falling out, it would not be a good thing.

The Sect Master, too—why did he have to bring up such a thing?

"You may all leave."

The other elders departed one after another.

Yu Yuanzhen sat alone in his chair, lost in deep thought.

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

Seven months later, in Dragon God Valley.

"Ah~"

The God of Fallen let out a muffled groan, his entire body covered in wounds.

Just as he lifted his head, the Holy Emperor Dragon Spear was pressed against his throat, its tip radiating a chilling cold.

The God of Fallen looked at Ye Guyue, who stood there in white robes, as cold and aloof as snow. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he sneered:

"As expected of the successor to the Holy Dragon God; truly powerful. It took this long, yet I still couldn't take you down."

Ye Guyue's eyes were cold, his tone indifferent:

"Your tricks are useless against me. God of Fallen, you have lost. In every sense, you have been completely defeated."

It had taken Ye Guyue quite some time, but he had finally dealt with this God of Fallen.

He was truly troublesome.

"You win." The God of Fallen wiped the blood from his mouth. "However, I will not give up."

The God of Fallen smiled faintly.

Ye Guyue's vision went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the space.

Within the secret realm, the voice of the Holy Dragon God resounded.

"Holy Dragon God First Trial: Holy Dragon Bloodline, Origin Awakening. Time limit: one year. Completion time: seven months. Exceeded expectations. Rewards: 10% Holy Dragon God affinity, Soul Power Level increased by one, soul ring age increased by ten thousand years, soul power raised to level eighty-five."

After hearing the rewards, Ye Guyue noticed a significant amount of black liquid appearing beneath him.

"It seems these are all impurities."

With everything resolved, Ye Guyue stood up, and the voice of the Ice Dragon King echoed within his Sea of Consciousness.

"Thank you, little Guyue. We have recovered quite a bit this time." The Ice Dragon King was overjoyed.

The voice of the Fire Dragon King followed, "Thank you. I will remember this favor."

Ye Guyue smiled slightly: "No need for thanks, we are friends."

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Fire Dragon King paused, somewhat surprised, and muttered to himself: "Friends?"

It was the first time he had been addressed as such.

Ye Guyue paid it no mind and exited the secret realm.

Stepping out, he saw a woman with a graceful figure sitting on the spot, cultivating.

Ye Guyue looked her up and down, nodding with satisfaction: "Not bad, you've leveled up a few times."

He did not disturb her, instead finding a large rock to calm his mind and rest.

At that moment, his body was suddenly embraced by a pair of arms, and before he could react, a blue dragon tail began to coil around him.

"Ice Dragon King, what are you doing?" Ye Guyue looked at the Ice Dragon King, who had poked her head out.

"Don't be so fierce, little Guyue. I just wanted to hug you. The Fire Dragon King and I don't have to fall into a deep slumber anymore; these two instances of power helped us recover very quickly." The Ice Dragon King giggled, wrapping her arms around Ye Guyue's neck.

"You smell so good, I like it." The Ice Dragon King sniffed, looking intoxicated.

Ye Guyue was covered in black lines, pushing the Ice Dragon King away: "You are the Ice Dragon King, not a hooligan. Be serious."

The Ice Dragon King, her hands now empty, pouted: "Honestly, you're so unromantic."

The scent was truly pleasant, though.

"Your wife, I think she's about ready. Take a good look when you go back." The Ice Dragon King chuckled and returned to Ye Guyue's Sea of Consciousness.

"What do you mean?" Ye Guyue frowned, puzzled.

Ye Guyue walked up to Bibi Dong, and the moment he crouched down, Bibi Dong happened to wake up.

"Senior Sister!"

Bibi Dong opened her eyes to find Ye Guyue right in front of her and excitedly threw herself at him.

"You finished really quickly; I was just cultivating," Bibi Dong said.

Ye Guyue rubbed her head: "I know, let's head back."

"Mm-hmm, let's go back and keep having fun," Bibi Dong said, still being mischievous.

Ye Guyue smiled, clutching his forehead, then summoned the Radiant Holy Dragon. He took Bibi Dong's hand, jumped onto the dragon's back, and began the return journey to Martial Soul Hall.

Half a day later.

Upon returning to Martial Soul Hall, they ran into Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Dugu Bo, who were on their way to get a drink.

"Holy Son, Holy Daughter, you have returned."

The three of them bowed.

Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong jumped off the dragon's back and nodded: "We have returned. Elder Yue, how have you been getting along with Elder Dugu lately?"

Yue Guan smiled brightly: "Quite well. Little Poison has completely come to trust me and Old Ghost."

When he first arrived, Dugu Bo had been resistant, but now he had accepted them at least halfway.

"In that case, the three elders may continue with your business. Dong'er and I still need to go see Grandpa Qian."