Yu Xiaogang's Humiliation, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Intervenes?!

Tang Yu stood where he was, not even lifting his eyelids.

He took in the deep-seated urgency hidden within the eyes of Great Emperor Xue Ye.

He knew exactly what that old man was plotting; it was nothing more than a desperate attempt to drive this threat out of the imperial capital.

Seeing Tang Yu's prolonged silence, Great Emperor Xue Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Their gazes locked in mid-air.

The supreme ruler of the Heaven Dou Empire found his breathing suddenly constricted.

His palm, gripping the armrest of the dragon throne, broke out in an involuntary cold sweat, terrified that the other man might turn hostile on the spot.

The entire grand hall was deathly silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

After a brief silence, Tang Yu tilted his head slightly, his expression indifferent.

"Very well."

The two short words echoed lightly through the cavernous hall.

Great Emperor Xue Ye let out a long breath of relief, his previously tense shoulders instantly slumping.

The smile on his face became significantly more sincere.

"Good! Prince Wuyang is truly righteous and cares deeply for the empire!"

"There is no time like the present; when the army sets out for your fief, I shall personally see you off outside the city gates!"

Half an hour later, the morning court dispersed.

Great Emperor Xue Ye sat on the daybed in his study, watching the direction in which Tang Yu had departed outside the window.

The massive stone that had been hanging in his throat finally settled.

He let out a long sigh and reached up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

The plague god had finally been sent away.

Ever since Tang Yu had been enfeoffed, his peerless strength and arrogant conduct had felt like a sword hanging over his head.

"That divine spear in the boy's hand couldn't even be stopped by the million-strong army of the Star Luo Empire."

"I heard that in that battle, blood flowed like a river, and even Star Luo's guardian Douluo was killed in a single strike."

Keeping such an uncontrollable beast in the imperial capital made it impossible for him to sleep soundly.

He lived in constant fear that one day, if he displeased the man, he would flip this imperial palace upside down.

Now, it was settled; he was being sent to the Northwest Three Provinces.

That region was within the sphere of influence of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and that old fox Ning Fengzhi was no pushover.

Let Tang Yu fight it out with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured.

Regardless of who wins or loses, the Heaven Dou imperial family would be happy to accept the outcome.

Deep within the backyard of the Prince Wuyang Mansion.

Tang Yu pushed open the door, and a faint, lingering fragrance wafted toward him.

The room was furnished with extreme luxury, the dim candlelight flickering and casting an intoxicating, amorous glow.

Zhu Zhuqing was sitting upright on the edge of the wide bed.

This once cold and aloof Star Luo noble girl had changed into an outfit with immense visual impact.

A semi-transparent black gauze miniskirt could hardly conceal her exaggerated, fiery curves.

Her long, straight, beautiful legs were encased in black silk stockings as thin as cicada wings.

Under the candlelight, they exuded a lethal allure.

Her delicate, petite feet were bare, resting casually on the edge of the bed, her toes painted with red polish, inviting wild thoughts.

Hearing the door open, Zhu Zhuqing looked up.

Her once cold eyes were now shimmering with ripples of emotion, brimming with charm.

"Master has returned."

Her voice was soft and melodic, carrying a hint of deliberate ingratiation.

Tang Yu walked to the bedside and sat down, casually pinching her beautifully contoured chin.

He looked down, admiring the perfect body before him.

"Why are you dressed like this today?"

Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flushed, but she didn't retreat; instead, she leaned in proactively.

Her nimble hands rested on Tang Yu's shoulders, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure.

"Sister said that since Master is heading to your fief soon, the journey will surely be exhausting."

"Zhuqing wishes to take advantage of the time in the mansion to serve Master well."

That soft, sweet voice, paired with the startling sensation of skin against skin, was enough to make any man's blood boil.

She picked up the jade plate from the table nearby, her slender fingers plucking a peeled, crystalline grape and gently offering it to Tang Yu's lips.

"The Northwest Three Provinces are no place for the faint of heart, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been entrenched there for years."

Zhuqing parted her red lips slightly, offering a soft reminder as she continued her massage.

"As Master heads there, do you require Zhuqing and my sister to accompany you and serve you?"

Tang Yu bit down on the fruit, taking the opportunity to wrap his arm around her slender, willow-like waist and pull her into his embrace.

"A mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—do they really deserve to be in my eyes?"

"You two sisters just stay obediently in the mansion and wait for my return."

The skin beneath the thin gauze was as smooth as grease, and her legs, wrapped in black silk, wound around him with practiced grace.

Her dainty jade feet brushed lightly against the man's abdomen, sending a wave of numbness through him.

"Since that is the case, let me see how much you have improved."

With a dainty cry, Zhuqing was pressed down into the soft bedding.

Meanwhile, inside Shrek Academy on the other side of Heaven Dou City.

On the training ground, several young figures were pacing back and forth anxiously.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists tight, his brow furrowed with irritation and suppressed rage.

Ever since Zhuqing had been forcibly kept at the Prince Wuyang Mansion, it felt as if a thorn had been driven into his heart, leaving him no peace day or night.

Just then, a staggering figure slowly walked through the academy gates.

Yu Xiaogang's hair was disheveled, his face deathly pale, as if his very spirit had been drained away.

He walked along the stone path in a daze, his legs so weak that he didn't even notice when he stumbled.

Dai Mubai, sharp-eyed, was the first to rush forward, catching the swaying Yu Xiaogang.

"Grandmaster! You've returned!"

"How did it go? With Liu Erlong stepping in, did that Tang Yu hand Zhuqing over?"

Hearing those two names, Yu Xiaogang trembled violently.

Endless rage and resentment surged in his eyes; he shoved Dai Mubai aside and roared with a hoarse voice.

"That bastard Tang Yu! He has gone too far!"

"Not only did I fail to get her back, I nearly lost my life at the mansion!"

Hearing this, the crowd gathered around in shock.

Yu Xiaogang's chest heaved violently as he recalled the look of utter disgust in Liu Erlong's eyes and her words of total severance.

His heart felt as if it had been carved out by a knife, bleeding and aching.

"That Tang Yu relies on the experts guarding him; he is utterly arrogant!"

"Erlong was already softening, but he turned her against me with just a few words!"

He gritted his teeth, shifting all the blame onto Tang Yu while omitting his own cowardly retreat.

Ma Hongjun clenched his chubby fists and began to curse loudly.

"Bah! What kind of Prince Wuyang is that? I see him as nothing but a bully who steals women!"

"Don't worry, Grandmaster. Once we have cultivated enough, we will definitely go to that mansion and demand justice!"

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, hands on her hips, her young mistress temper flaring instantly.

"What an arrogant fellow!"

"Just because he won a few battles, does he really think he can cover the sky with one hand here in Heaven Dou City?"

Oscar's eyes lit up, and he quickly leaned toward Ning Rongrong, his face full of smiles.

"Rongrong, aren't you the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"That Tang Yu is so rampant; can you think of a way to curb his arrogance?"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang seemed to grab onto a final straw, abruptly lifting his head to look at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, you know Sword Douluo."

"Chen Xin is a powerhouse whose strength reaches the heavens and whose name shakes the continent."

"As long as he steps in, he will surely make that Tang Yu hand her over and teach him a lesson!"

Facing the expectant gazes of the group, Ning Rongrong proudly lifted her fair chin.

"Don't worry."

"I will return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect right now and tell Grandpa Bone and Sword Douluo exactly what happened."

"Anyone who dares to bully our Shrek people, I will definitely make them pay!"

Hearing this vow of assurance, Oscar's face was plastered with a fawning smile.

He leaned closer to the girl, reaching out to drape an arm around her shoulders.

"That's great, this time I'm counting on you, Ning Rongrong."

"Smack!"

Ning Rongrong mercilessly slapped Oscar's hand away, casting a haughty glance at him.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

"I haven't agreed to date you yet, so stop crowding me."

Oscar's hand froze in mid-air; he awkwardly scratched his head, forced to offer a dry laugh to mask his embarrassment.

"Hehe, I was just excited, just a moment of excitement."

The members of Shrek had their own varied thoughts, but their gazes were all cast toward the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with hope.