Young King! Twin Blue Silver!

Star Luo City, clouds gathered thick and heavy.

Dull thunder rolled across the horizon, pressing down on the majestic city until it could barely breathe.

A youth rode a pitch-black steed, emerging slowly from the distant main road.

The sound of hooves was crisp, striking against the bluestone pavement.

The youth was handsome, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, clad in dark gold chainmail.

His aura was magnificent; with every step forward, the surrounding air grew heavier, the sense of oppression terrifying.

Atop the city walls, the guards gripped their spears with both hands, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

A sense of fear spread through the crowd.

It was unclear who, with a trembling voice, uttered that name.

"Heaven Dou Empire... Marquis of Wuyang."

It was none other than Tang Yu, the young general personally enfeoffed by Great Emperor Xue Ye, who had swept across the southern borders.

Tang Yu pulled on the reins, coming to a halt beneath the towering gates of Star Luo City.

In just a few days, the Star Luo Empire had lost ten major strongholds, all broken by the army led by this youth before them!

The soldiers' palms were slick with cold sweat, their hearts filled with trepidation.

Today was not a day for siege, but the appointed time for the Star Luo Empire to sue for peace.

Before long, inside the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

The grand hall was resplendent with gold and jade, yet the atmosphere was stifling to the extreme.

Tang Yu walked with steady strides, stepping slowly into the hall.

The heavy sound of his boots echoed.

The fully armed Royal Imperial Guards on both sides wore expressions of terror, involuntarily retreating and forcibly clearing a wide path.

The Star Luo Emperor sat high upon the dragon throne, his face appearing more than ten years older.

A sorrowful sigh escaped his lips.

The Star Luo army had suffered a total collapse; there was no way to turn the tide, leaving only the path of surrender.

"Marquis of Wuyang, our nation is willing to submit."

Tang Yu stopped, lifting his gaze, a frigid look piercing straight toward the dragon throne.

The Star Luo Emperor's heart gave a violent jolt, his hair standing on end, instantly submerged in endless fear, and he dared not utter another word.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Tang Yu stood where he was, his thoughts drifting for a moment.

Eighteen years had passed since he transmigrated to this Douluo Continent.

Originally, as the son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, he should have had a bright future.

Tang San was his younger brother.

That year, his Martial Soul awakened.

Tang Hao looked at the faint light on the testing crystal, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

Innate Soul Power level one, weak and pathetic.

For a successor of the Clear Sky Sect who pursued ultimate power, this was nothing short of a disgrace.

On a night of torrential rain, Tang Hao had heartlessly abandoned him in a dilapidated village.

The despair and hatred of that time remained vivid to this day.

Tang Hao looked down on him, casting him aside like worn-out shoes.

For these eighteen years, relying on an unyielding tenacity, he had cultivated day and night, enduring countless trials on the edge of life and death.

When others rested, he hunted Soul Beasts; when others enjoyed themselves, he honed his physique.

It was only later that he discovered the Martial Soul he had awakened was not ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

It was a Twin Martial Souls Blue Silver Grass!

One was of the pure life element, possessing heaven-defying recovery power; the second was of the extreme darkness element, carrying the destructive might to devour everything.

Relying on the formidable foundation of his Twin Martial Souls, he had advanced triumphantly.

After leaving the village, he roamed the continent alone, gathering exiled Spirit Masters and single-handedly building the Blue Silver Army that shook the world.

His influence grew steadily, and his military exploits were illustrious.

Great Emperor Xue Ye personally enfeoffed him as the Marquis of Wuyang.

Not long ago, he had broken through his shackles, reaching the realm of Title Douluo in one fell swoop.

With his Twin Martial Souls unleashed, he had no equal among his peers!

However, after stepping into the Title Douluo realm, every level of soul power gained was like crossing a chasm, fraught with immense difficulty.

At this very moment, a crisp sound suddenly exploded within his mind.

[Ding! More Children More Blessings System enabled!]

[Reward pool includes: Top-tier Spirit Bones, Spirit Soul age enhancement, God-level cultivation techniques, etc.]

Tang Yu gazed at the illusory panel manifesting before his eyes.

Just as he was fretting over the slow progress of his subsequent cultivation, this system was truly a timely gift.

Inside the grand hall, the Star Luo Emperor saw Tang Yu remaining silent for a long time and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Marquis of Wuyang, I wonder what specific demands your country has for this peace negotiation?"

Tang Yu composed his mind and swept a calm gaze across the hall.

"Cede ten border cities."

"Hand over three top-tier Spirit Bones from the national treasury, one hundred high-grade Soul Tool units, and three refined gold mines."

These words were like a bolt from the blue; all the civil and military officials in the hall were shocked and turned pale.

This was nothing short of digging up the very foundations of the Star Luo Empire!

Yet, facing a Titled Douluo who held heavy military power and possessed the aura of a god of slaughter, who dared to utter a single word of dissent?

The Star Luo Emperor's fingers trembled as he picked up the imperial brush and signed his name on that humiliating treaty.

After signing, the Emperor slumped back, powerless, like a deflated ball.

"Marquis of Wuyang... the treaty is signed. I wonder if you have any other requests?"

Tang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.

"I have heard that the Zhu Clan has two daughters, named Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun."

"I have taken a fancy to them and intend to take them away."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Star Luo Emperor's face revealed an expression of extreme difficulty.

"Marquis, that will not do!"

"The Zhu Clan has intermarried with the imperial family for generations. These two legitimate daughters have long since been betrothed to the First Prince and the Second Prince..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

"Hmph."

Tang Yu let out a cold snort from his nose.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure belonging to a Titled Douluo descended with the crushing force of Mount Tai.

The hard floor tiles of the grand hall instantly cracked into countless spiderweb-like fissures.

The Star Luo Emperor felt a tightness in his chest and was struck dumb with fear; his face turned deathly pale, and it felt as if a foreign object were stuck in his throat, preventing him from uttering another word.

Tang Yu withdrew his pressure and smoothed his cuffs.

"Tonight, have Zhu Zhuyun come over to serve in my bed first."

Leaving behind these words, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a deathly silence.

Night fell.

A luxurious and discreet royal carriage slowly drove out of the Star Luo Imperial Palace, heading toward the temporary residence where Tang Yu was staying.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Zhuyun sat upright, her hands tightly gripping her skirt.

Accompanying her were the Star Luo Emperor and the head of the Zhu Clan.

These two once high-and-mighty figures now wore faces full of gravity.

"Zhuyun," the head of the Zhu Clan said earnestly.

"The survival of the clan and the safety of the empire all rest upon you."

"You must prioritize the big picture and never provoke the Marquis of Wuyang. No matter what demands he makes, you must be obedient."

The Star Luo Emperor also chimed in.

"Indeed, you have been wronged. As long as you can appease the Marquis of Wuyang's anger, the Star Luo Empire will never forget your sacrifice."

The carriage stopped outside the door of Tang Yu's bedchamber.

The two men escorted Zhu Zhuyun to the steps, gave her a few more repeated instructions, and then hurried away, fearing they might run into Tang Yu.

A cold wind blew by.

Standing before the tightly shut vermilion doors, Zhu Zhuyun's expression was one of extreme agony.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

From the moment she was born, she knew she was nothing more than a tool for the marriage alliance between her clan and the imperial family.

She had practiced spirit power and studied strategy, all to assist a future emperor.

But now, with the army defeated and the country in ruins, her clan and her fiancé had pushed her out without hesitation, forcing her to serve an enemy general.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Zhuyun forced her tears back.

Since fate had decreed this, there was no use in fleeing; she would stake everything on this.

She pushed the door open with both hands and slowly walked inside.