Liu Erlong Activates Multi-Child Multi-Blessing

Martial Soul City, Library Pavilion.

Su Chen leaned lazily against a bamboo chair, watching the Eye of Omniscience light screen where the coordinate representing Qian Renxue was flashing frantically at the "outer side of the back window of the Pope Palace bedchamber," a smirk of amusement curling his lips.

But he was in no rush to watch the show.

Because in the corner of the screen, the red dot representing [No. 003 · Liu Erlong] was blinking at a terrifying frequency, her emotional fluctuation value having already hit the edge of the red line.

"Oh, it's finally going to blow."

Su Chen tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest and withdrew his gaze.

His sight seemed to pierce through thousands of mountains and rivers, crossing over the undercurrents of Martial Soul City.

Heaven Dou Empire, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The night was as dark as ink, and cold wind poured into the corridor.

The independent courtyard area was deathly silent.

Liu Erlong carried a heavy sandalwood food box, hunching her back and stepping lightly on the bluestone path.

Inside the box was the Fire Cloud Marten bone broth she had guarded over the stove, simmering it with her own hands for a full three hours.

Her eyes, usually filled with aggression, were currently brimming with a cautious, hopeful anticipation.

For the past few months, Yu Xiaogang's attitude toward her had been as cold as ice.

No matter how she tried to please him or how she lowered her guard, all she ever received in return were tightly shut doors and a cold, retreating back.

She had assumed it was because her temper was too explosive and she had pushed him too hard.

Tonight, she decided to suppress all her pride and take the initiative to bow her head.

Ten steps away from the courtyard gate, Liu Erlong's footsteps came to a sudden, screeching halt.

The window of the main room ahead was not closed tightly, leaving a gap two fingers wide.

The lamplight flickered inside, casting two shadows pressed closely together.

Liu Erlong's heart skipped a beat; she subconsciously held her breath and, as if possessed, crept to the window.

Through the gap, the scene inside the room struck her eyes like a heavy hammer.

Yu Xiaogang sat upright in his chair.

Standing before him was a young, pretty female disciple, her clothes somewhat disheveled, her cheeks flushed red.

Yu Xiaogang was not wearing his usual, eternal icy mask.

He lowered his eyes, his two hands tightly gripping the young disciple's small hands, his thumbs even rubbing back and forth ambiguously against the back of her hand.

"The mutation direction of your Martial Soul is quite unique; your meridians are congested right here."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was of a gentleness Liu Erlong had never heard in sixteen years, so cloying it could drip water. "Relax, don't resist, let me carefully examine it for you."

The female disciple let out a dainty, soft hum, leaning even closer: "Master, you are truly so kind~"

A "buzz" sounded in Liu Erlong's brain; the string known as reason snapped on the spot.

Sixteen years!

She had waited sixteen years, guarded him for sixteen years!

Even touching his hand would be met with him pushing her away, citing the "ethics of the world."

And now, in the middle of the night, he was here "examining meridians" with some little girl who had just joined the sect?!

"Boom!"

Her furious fire-attribute soul power detonated instantly! Liu Erlong raised her leg and kicked!

"Bang!"

The sturdy yellow pear-wood door, along with half the door frame, was kicked into smithereens! Wood chips and a wild gust of wind poured inside.

"Ah!" The female disciple let out a shriek, scrambling in a panic to pull at her collar, scurrying into the corner to tremble.

"Clang!"

The sandalwood food box slipped from her hands, the scalding broth splashing right at Yu Xiaogang's feet; the expensive porcelain bowl shattered into pieces, and the soup splattered onto his shoes.

Liu Erlong crossed the threshold, her eyes bloodshot, staring at Yu Xiaogang like a bloodthirsty beast.

The terrifying pressure of a seven-ring Soul Saint made the entire room feel like an oven, the air growing hot enough to distort.

"Yu Xiaogang! What are you doing?!" she demanded sharply, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Had it been anyone else caught in the act, they would have panicked.

But not Yu Xiaogang.

He didn't even blink, slowly withdrawing his hands, rising leisurely, and clasping his hands behind his back. He lifted his chin slightly, instantly switching back to that lofty, arrogant, and righteous master persona.

"Erlong, you are being so crude and rude—where is your decorum?"

Yu Xiaogang looked down at her, his eyes even filled with disdain and disappointment. "I was merely providing theoretical guidance to a junior. Not only did you break into a private residence at night, but you also destroyed the door and injured someone. Is your heart truly so dirty and filthy?"

Good grief, he actually turned the tables, and he was still damnably righteous about it!

The loud noise here had long since alerted the patrolling disciples.

More than a dozen young disciples holding lanterns gathered outside the courtyard, craning their necks, only to see the "Grandmaster" they held in such high esteem righteously lecturing the mother-dragon whom no one in the sect dared to provoke.

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.

Liu Erlong froze in place, her face full of disbelief.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's hypocritical face, which seemed to scream "I am right, you are wrong," she felt waves of nausea.

Was this the man she had loved for half her life?

A peerless hypocrite who spoke of benevolence and morality while engaging in sordid affairs, and who could still bite back without changing his expression when caught red-handed!

All the devotion and grievances of the past many years turned into fuel in this instant, completely igniting this mother-dragon!

"Dirty? Sordid?"

Liu Erlong suppressed her trembling, stepped forward, and pointed at the disheveled female disciple in the corner, sneering, "Calling a female disciple into your room in the middle of the night to 'examine her meridians' by touching her hands? Since when did you, Yu Xiaogang, switch professions to become a doctor?!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened, and he was just about to quibble.

Liu Erlong didn't give him the chance, roaring like a machine gun: "Sixteen years! Yu Xiaogang, I have shouldered the world's scorn for you! I have scoured the world for medicine for you! When you were in danger, I was the first to charge in; when your pathetic theories were mocked, I stood up for you! And what was the result?"

Her eyes grew redder as she spoke, every word dripping with blood:

"The result is that whenever something happens, you play the coward! You act as if even looking at me stains your reputation! Yet now, you are being so attentive to a young girl so tender she could be squeezed for water!"

The fig leaf had been torn to shreds in public!

The gazes of the watching disciples changed instantly, suspicious eyes darting back and forth between Yu Xiaogang and the female disciple in the corner.

Every word of this pierced Yu Xiaogang's deepest insecurities and most sensitive pressure points. The image of a grandmaster he had painstakingly cultivated was crumbling before everyone's eyes.

Flustered and exasperated!

Yu Xiaogang's face turned the color of liver. He suddenly extended a finger, pointed at Liu Erlong's nose, and roared the most heart-piercing words of all.

"Enough!"

He shouted until his voice cracked, "Erlong, you are always so impulsive, so unreasonable! Do you have any idea how suffocating your manic temper and boundless possessiveness are?!"

Suffocating.

The four words struck the courtyard like a bolt of lightning.

The entire scene fell into dead silence; the watching disciples covered their mouths in horror, none of them expecting the "Grandmaster" to say something so heartless.

Liu Erlong was struck as if by lightning.

She stood there stiffly, her overflowing rage, grievances, and unwillingness seemingly doused from head to toe by a basin of Ten Thousand Year Mysterious Ice Water the moment she heard those four words.

First, she froze, then she shattered piece by piece.

Sixteen years of humble obsession had become a colossal joke.

Half a second later.

"Heh... hehe... hahahahaha!"

Liu Erlong suddenly burst into laughter, the sound shifting from a self-deprecating chuckle into a shrill, desperate, and wild cackle.

"What a 'suffocating' thing to say!"

Liu Erlong's gaze turned completely cold; there was not a shred of affection left in those eyes, only a disgust and chill capable of freezing a person into an ice sculpture.

The situation had escalated.

"BOOM!"

Crimson flames of a Soul Saint erupted into the sky without reservation, and the screen in the room instantly turned to charcoal.

She suddenly raised her hand and slammed a palm onto the desk Yu Xiaogang treasured most.

"BANG!"

The desk, along with the manuscripts filled with his bullshit theories, was instantly pulverized into a sky full of debris by her violent soul power!

The female disciple in the corner rolled her eyes back in terror and fainted on the spot.

Yu Xiaogang was blown back several steps by the heatwave, his back slamming hard against the wall, his face as white as paper.

"Yu Xiaogang, you remember this for this lady." Liu Erlong turned around, not even bothering to spare a glance for this piece of trash.

"From this day forward, our ties are severed, and we shall never meet again in life or death!"

Having dropped these words, Liu Erlong strode out of the room.

The disciples along the way were so terrified by the "cross me and die" killing intent radiating from her that they scrambled out of her path in a panic.

She had gone on a rampage.

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Erlong returned to her own quarters.

She did not cry, her eyes clear and terrifyingly calm. She walked to her desk to pack her things, but her gaze was drawn to a gold-stamped scroll on top.

It was a secret letter sent urgently by Martial Soul Hall to all major sects this evening.

Liu Erlong tore off the wax seal.

<Invitation to the Holy Son Confirmation and Selection Ceremony>.

The letter announced that Martial Soul Hall had officially established Su Chen as the Holy Son and invited all major sects to Martial Soul City in three months to witness the ceremony.

This was a legal credential forcibly pushed through by Bibi Dong to solidify Su Chen's status, as well as a masterstroke to shut the mouths of those old fogies in the Worship Hall.

Liu Erlong looked at the seal of Martial Soul Hall and let out a cold sneer: "The Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall? How interesting."

She shoved the scroll into her robes.

It just so happened that she needed a place to go.

Martial Soul City was a choice practically tailor-made for her.

Liu Erlong turned around, invoked her supreme elder authority, and kicked open the door to the private treasury behind her residence.

That was the foundation of the sect belonging to her lineage.

Without a shred of hesitation, she waved her hand and swept half of the top-tier cultivation resources in the vault—Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, premium spirit herbs, and high-level Soul Tools—into her storage ring as if she were clearing out trash.

If one is to cut ties, one must do it cleanly; not a single hair could be left for that bunch of trash!

The massive commotion drew several high-ranking sect members.

"Elder Erlong! What are you doing?!" an old man in red shouted sternly.

Liu Erlong whipped her head around, and seven soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—exploded into view. A crimson Fire Dragon phantom roared behind her, as if ready to devour anyone in its path!

"I am taking my own things. Get lost!"

Liu Erlong's voice was like a blade, filled with extreme brutality.

The high-ranking members were terrified by her desperate, life-or-death stance; they looked at each other, and not one dared to step forward.

Late at night, a pitch-black carriage stopped in the sect plaza.

Liu Erlong jumped onto the carriage with agility and grabbed the reins. Under the horrified and complex gazes of several high-ranking members, she gave the reins a fierce flick.

"Hyah!"

The wheels crushed through the night like an arrow released from a bow, charging out of the towering stone gates of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan without a single look back.

She did not turn back, not even once.

At the very moment the rear wheels of the carriage completely crossed the boundary of the sect.

The last shred of attachment to the past in her heart was completely crushed by the wheels.

And at this very moment, deep within Liu Erlong's Sea of Divine Consciousness, a strange and incomparably grand soul vibration suddenly erupted!

A cold, majestic, and emotionless mechanical voice boomed in her mind:

[Ding! Detected that the target 'Liu Erlong' has reached a 100% emotional breakdown threshold, and past bonds have been completely severed!]

[Conditions for absolute binding met!]

[No. 003 God-Level More Children More Blessings System, officially bound and activated!]