Yu Xiaogang Abandons Liu Erlong Again!

Tang Yu's gaze bypassed the stone table and landed brazenly upon Liu Erlong.

From that furious, wild face, his eyes swept downward, grazing the astonishing fullness tightly bound by her leather outfit.

Finally, his gaze came to rest on those long, beautiful legs beside the table.

This undisguised appraisal carried a distinctly aggressive undertone.

"Forget about those useless theories."

"However, if you were to be the exchange, I might consider it."

Hearing these incredibly flippant words, a thunderous roar erupted in Liu Erlong's mind.

Her eyes widened, staring at the youth before her in utter shock.

When she met Tang Yu's naked, possessive gaze, a sense of extreme danger surged into her heart.

Liu Erlong's heart gave a violent jolt, and her body involuntarily recoiled.

An overwhelming sense of tension instantly enveloped her, making even her breathing grow rapid.

This man's audacity was so great that he dared to covet even her!

Anger, shame, and a hidden panic deep within her heart made it impossible for Liu Erlong to stay in this courtyard for another second.

She turned on her heel and strode toward the courtyard gate.

Before stepping out of the pavilion, she paused and looked back at Tang Yu.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance today!"

"Since you look down on Yu Xiaogang's theories, I will bring him here myself tomorrow!"

"I will make him show you, right to your face, what true Spirit Master wisdom is!"

With that, she left in a fury without looking back.

Only the sound of rapid high-heeled footsteps tapping against the ground remained, fading away down the corridor.

Liu Erlong turned and hurried out in her high heels.

Though she had been filled with rage, she now felt a chill running down her back.

The aura emanating from the youth in the pavilion was simply too terrifying.

Even just sitting there drinking tea, the latent pressure he exerted made it difficult for her, a Spirit Saint, to breathe.

Despite her harsh words, she had already begun to feel a sense of retreat in her heart.

A man this dangerous was simply not someone she could afford to provoke.

The distance across the front courtyard of Wuyang Mansion was not great, and Liu Erlong soon reached the vermilion gate.

Once she crossed this threshold, she would be able to see Yu Xiaogang waiting outside to meet her.

With Yu Xiaogang by her side, she would feel at least a little more confident.

However.

Just as her hand was about to touch the gate.

A black figure appeared before her like a ghost, blocking her path without warning.

Tang Yu stood with his arms crossed, looking down at the woman before him.

"What's this?"

"You spoke so boldly just a moment ago, and now you're ready to tuck your tail and run?"

Faced with this sudden obstruction, Liu Erlong let out a startled cry and stumbled backward.

Her heart hammered violently in her chest, and a deep sense of fear instantly spread through her entire body.

The youth's speed was too fast—so fast that she hadn't even had a chance to react.

Tang Yu took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

The oppressive aura he radiated bore down on her like a physical weight.

"You keep defending that piece of trash."

"Do you still love that coward who only knows how to hide behind a woman?"

Hearing this, Liu Erlong instinctively bit her lip.

Even though she was terrified, her obsession with Yu Xiaogang forced her to bite the bullet and retort.

"He is not a coward!"

"Yu Xiaogang is simply not suited for combat; his wisdom is unparalleled in this world!"

Tang Yu let out a scoff, looking at her as if she were a colossal joke.

"Wisdom?"

"Then tell me, if he isn't a coward, why didn't he come in here himself to demand his person, instead of sending a woman to fight his battles?"

"If he isn't a coward, why would he leave you alone in such a dangerous place?"

Tang Yu's eyes held a playful glint as he pointed directly at the tightly shut gates of the Wuyang Mansion.

"If he isn't, then why would he abandon you?"

Liu Erlong was momentarily at a loss for how to answer.

She whipped her head around and yanked open the heavy wooden doors of the Wuyang Mansion with force.

The street outside was wide and flat, with sunlight spilling over the bluestone slabs, though there were few pedestrians coming and going.

Yet, at the corner where they had originally agreed to meet, it was completely empty; not even a shadow of a person could be seen.

The servant guarding the entrance saw this and reported the situation in a flat tone.

"Your Highness."

"The middle-aged man who arrived with this lady earlier, upon hearing your voice from inside the courtyard..."

"He was so scared that he turned and bolted, running faster than a rabbit, not daring to linger for even a moment."

Hearing the servant's words, Liu Erlong froze in place.

The breeze blowing from outside made her feel a chill run through her entire body.

He left.

Yu Xiaogang had abandoned her once again, running away all by himself.

The scene from their wedding all those years ago surfaced in her mind with agonizing clarity once more.

That man had been the same back then; whenever he encountered the slightest obstacle, he would turn and leave so decisively, without even a word of explanation.

He left her alone to face all the gossip and the pain.

Now, history was repeating itself.

A sense of extreme despair instantly filled her chest.

It was as if she had been abandoned by the entire world in an instant, leaving her lonely and helpless.

Liu Erlong's legs went slightly weak, and she had to lean against the doorframe to steady herself.

She began to question herself over and over in the depths of her heart.

For so many years, she had remained chaste for that man, pouring out all her affection and devotion.

She had even risked her life today, coming here to provoke the notorious Prince Wuyang.

Was all of this truly worth it?

Other than receiving betrayal and avoidance time and time again, she had gained nothing.

Recalling the moment in the pavilion when Tang Yu had ruthlessly dismantled Yu Xiaogang's theories, the trust she had held onto for so many years finally collapsed in a roar.

Thinking back carefully over these past few decades.

Those so-called Ten Core Theories of Yu Xiaogang, aside from being able to bluff low-level spirit masters, served no substantial purpose for true experts.

He couldn't even break through to level thirty himself, so what right did he have to guide others to become Titled Douluo?

So, the sacred knowledge she had worshipped for so many years was truly just a means for Yu Xiaogang to brag and cover up his own incompetence.

Two lines of tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Liu Erlong's gaze became incredibly hollow, and she looked as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart; this was exactly that.

Just as she felt the world turning gray and dim, a large, powerful hand suddenly reached out in front of her.

Tang Yu looked at the dejected, mature woman before him, his voice still flat, yet laced with a sense of dominance.

"Be my woman."

"I, Tang Yu, will never abandon you."