Liu Erlong's Heart is Troubled, Surrender?!

A gentle breeze brushed against her cheeks, scattering the gloom in her heart.

In Liu Erlong's mind, the handsome and arrogant face of Tang Yu suddenly surfaced, beyond her control.

That invincible god of slaughter who had broken through ten cities in a row, crushing the entire Star Luo Empire.

That powerful figure who had pinned her beneath him, taking wantonly, yet promising never to abandon her.

Recalling the shock and intoxication of their union.

In Liu Erlong's once-dead eyes, strange ripples she could not suppress suddenly emerged.

That feeling of being conquered, of being powerfully protected.

It seemed...

Actually quite nice.

After Liu Erlong departed, the Wuyang Marquis Mansion returned to a brief tranquility.

On the spacious training ground in the backyard, two graceful figures were rapidly intertwining.

Gusts of wind whistled past.

Sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a tight black outfit, outlining her already exaggerated curves to the fullest.

Her long, straight, beautiful legs kicked out continuous afterimages in the air, bringing forth sharp, wind-breaking sounds.

Not far away, Zhu Zhuyun wore a set of purple leather armor, her full, explosive figure heaving violently with her movements.

Her fair, alluring thighs were completely exposed to the air; every jump and dodge exuded a mature, seductive aura.

Tang Yu leaned leisurely on a lounge chair, holding a cup of clear tea in his hand.

His gaze swept back and forth over this pair of top-tier sisters, feeling very content.

This visually striking, pleasing sight was far more interesting than boring meditation and cultivation.

Before long, the sound of light, slow footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Xue Qinghe, dressed in a gold-threaded robe representing his status as the crown prince, walked into the backyard under the guidance of a servant.

The moment the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire stepped through the archway, his gaze was drawn to the scene in the courtyard.

On the training ground.

Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun were fully exerting their soul power, unleashing their respective signature soul skills.

The speed of the Hell Spirit Cat was extremely fast; two afterimages collided continuously in mid-air, emitting crisp sounds of impact.

A black and a purple light intertwined, fighting in a deadlock.

Xue Qinghe stood quietly to the side, watching without immediately stepping forward to disturb them.

Tang Yu took a sip of tea and suddenly shook his head.

"Stop."

Hearing this calm command, the two women in the heat of battle did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately ceased their movements.

Drenched in fragrant sweat, they walked to Tang Yu's side and stood obediently.

"The way you are executing your soul power is wrong."

Tang Yu set down his teacup and pointed directly to the crux of the problem.

"Your fighting style is far too conservative."

"The Hell Spirit Cat is an assassin-type martial soul, which emphasizes a one-hit kill."

"You cannot waste your strength on pointless probing and defense; once you find an opening, you must release your soul power with full force."

"You must press forward without holding anything back."

Having said that, Tang Yu reached out and tapped Zhu Zhuyun on her flat abdomen.

His palm slid down to her slender waist, his fingertips feeling its astonishing elasticity.

"Compress your soul power entirely here and explode it in an instant; do not leave yourself any path of retreat."

Zhu Zhuyun felt her whole body go soft from this intimate gesture.

Far from dodging, she leaned into Tang Yu's broad embrace instead.

Her snow-white arms wrapped directly around the man's neck, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Master is right; Yun'er will go try it now."

That delicate, coquettish voice carried a heavy tone of ingratiation, enough to make one's bones go soft.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing to the side, blushed at the sight, yet she seriously pondered Tang Yu's guidance.

There was no jealousy, only absolute obedience to the strong.

The two returned to the field once more, adjusting their soul power release according to Tang Yu's method.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flashed, her feet exerting force as her speed surged to more than double what it had been just moments before.

A black blade of energy slashed out from thin air, carving a deep trench directly into a boulder in the distance.

As gravel sprayed through the air, the power behind the strike was vastly more formidable than before.

Zhu Zhuyun's attacks had likewise become peerlessly sharp, her entire aura undergoing a qualitative transformation.

Standing in the shadows, Xue Qinghe watched this scene and couldn't help but click his tongue in silent wonder.

A mere sentence or two of simple guidance had been enough to trigger such a massive change in the strength of these two women.

Tang Yu's vision and understanding of martial souls were truly unfathomable.

He was worthy of being the supreme genius capable of leveling ten cities of the Star Luo Empire.

However.

When Xue Qinghe's gaze fell upon Zhu Zhuyun once more, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

After the two women finished their practice, they both returned to Tang Yu's side.

Zhu Zhuyun even plopped down on the edge of the lounge chair, pressing her plump, fair thigh tightly against Tang Yu.

With most of her body draped over the man, her actions were intimate to the extreme.

Those eyes, brimming with allure, radiated signals of temptation without the slightest restraint.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was always cold and aloof, was now kneeling obediently to the side, kneading Tang Yu's legs.

Seeing this picture, a sharp pain pierced Xue Qinghe's heart.

A sour wave of jealousy spread continuously through his chest.

Even he found it strange; he was currently in the identity of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince.

Why would he care about a few women vying for favor?

Yet, the sight felt incredibly glaring, leaving him with an indescribable sense of displeasure, wishing he could step forward and pull those two women away.

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, forcibly calming his emotions, and stepped forward.

"Prince Wuyang certainly has a refined taste."

"To be accompanied by such stunning beauties and enjoying the blessings of a harem—even I find myself a bit envious."

"..."

Hearing the voice, Tang Yu turned his head, his gaze falling upon Xue Qinghe.

He did not feel much surprise at the arrival of this Crown Prince.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Tang Yu didn't even shift his body, continuing to let Zhu Zhuyun lean against his chest.

His tone carried a hint of casualness, completely devoid of any constraints between a sovereign and a subject.

Xue Qinghe glanced at the two women nearby and deliberately lowered his voice.

"This matter concerns the Emperor; there are some things I wish to discuss with Prince Wuyang in private."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yu gently patted Zhu Zhuyun's shapely buttocks, signaling for them to withdraw.

The highly elastic sensation made Zhu Zhuyun's pretty face flush even redder as she obediently stepped aside.

Tang Yu then stood up and pointed toward the pavilion in the center of the lake.

"Let's go, we can talk over there."

The two walked side by side across the wooden corridor and sat down in the lake pavilion.

The surrounding water was clear, and a gentle breeze blew by; it was indeed a good place for a conversation.

As soon as they were seated, Xue Qinghe got straight to the point, setting aside his previous pleasantries.

"Prince Wuyang, do you truly believe that the Emperor granting you the title of Prince and bestowing the Northwest Three Provinces upon you is merely a reward for your merits?"

Tang Yu leaned back against the chair, looking at the other party with a calm expression.

There was no emotional fluctuation on that handsome face; he simply waited for what was to come.

"Oh?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Could it be that there is some other hidden agenda?"