The Bu Le Trio

Yu Luomian played the host, inviting Gu Qingshan to a banquet.

The location was a restaurant in Martial Soul City, with Liu Erlong present to keep them company.

Yu Luomian was in high spirits tonight; he poured wine for Gu Qingshan, raised his own glass, and downed it first as a gesture of respect.

Gu Qingshan picked up his glass and took a small sip. He did not like alcohol; Blue Silver Leaf tasted much better than wine—sweet, refreshing, and it didn't go to his head.

Liu Erlong was also drinking, pouring for herself and downing it alone.

Her tolerance was not bad, and she usually enjoyed a drink by herself, but she was drinking a bit too much tonight.

She was unhappy; she hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but Yu Luomian had forced her.

She was Yu Luomian's daughter—his illegitimate daughter.

Since she was small, she had known she was different from others. Other people's daughters were the apple of their father's eye, but she was her father's tool.

Yu Luomian had summoned her back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan not because he had suddenly found his conscience, nor because he wanted to make up for all the years he had neglected her, but because she was useful.

What did she have? Her figure, her face, her mutated martial soul, and her status as a maiden.

In Yu Luomian's eyes, these were not the traits of a daughter; they were bargaining chips.

Liu Erlong drained her glass and poured herself another.

She glanced at Gu Qingshan. The young man was indeed handsome, with a straight nose, thin lips, and eyes that shone with spirit.

But so what?

She did not want to sit here, nor did she want to wear this revealing dress that left so much exposed, making her feel like a bar hostess.

Three rounds of wine had passed, and the dishes had been sampled.

Yu Luomian's conversation shifted from the Grand Selection Ceremony to the history of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen's stubbornness, and the hardships he, Yu Luomian, had endured.

Gu Qingshan listened, nodding occasionally and raising his glass from time to time.

He did not say much, for there was no need; his presence here was the greatest show of sincerity.

Liu Erlong drank even more, her face flushed and her eyes veiled in a thin mist of moisture.

The moon rose to the center of the sky, and the banquet finally broke up.

After seeing Gu Qingshan off, Yu Luomian, who was too drunk to stand steadily, was hoisted into a carriage by two attendants, one on each side.

Liu Erlong did not get into the carriage; she wanted to walk back, as her foul mood made her crave the night breeze.

Liu Erlong wandered aimlessly through the streets of Martial Soul City, eventually finding herself in a small alleyway.

The alley was quiet at night, save for the sound of her high heels clicking against the stone pavement.

At the other end of the alley, the Bu Le trio was squatting in a corner, drinking, chatting, and fooling around.

Hearing the sound of high heels, all three raised their heads at once.

A woman walked toward them from the depths of the alley.

The moonlight shone into the alley, illuminating her. She had a tall figure, with slender curves where they should be slender, and alluring, exaggerated proportions where they should be full.

Her face was flushed, her lips were moist, and her eyes were veiled in a thin mist of moisture.

"Holy crap! Look at that, what a fine piece of work!"

"Tsk tsk, look at that ass, those breasts!"

"Damn, she's too seductive, her whole back is exposed!"

Bu Le was the first to stand up, patting the dust off his pants as he walked toward the woman.

E Kao and Tianya followed closely behind, drool leaking from the corners of their mouths.

"Little beauty, why are you walking alone so late at night?"

Bu Le's voice was shrill and his expression was incredibly lewd, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Liu Erlong's body.

E Kao and Tianya crowded in as well.

"Yeah, it's so dangerous. Do you want us brothers to walk you home?"

Liu Erlong's gaze regained a hint of clarity, and she raised a hand to point at Bu Le's nose.

"Get lost... get the hell away from me."

Bu Le froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"Yo, quite the temper, but I like them spicy."

The three of them moved toward Liu Erlong in unison, reaching out to touch her.

"You're courting death!"

Already in a foul mood, Liu Erlong was thoroughly enraged. Her long, snow-white, powerful legs lashed out violently before the three of them could even get a good look.

Bang! Bang! Several sounds rang out.

The three of them flew backward, crashing into a heap.

"Hmph! You dare to harass me with such pathetic strength? You really are courting death."

She walked over and proceeded to give the three people on the ground a sound thrashing.

She was currently fuming, and these punching bags had just happened to deliver themselves to her doorstep.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The alleyway erupted with the sounds of punches, kicks, and wails of agony.

Bu Le and his cohorts realized they had kicked a steel plate today.

They were truly unwilling to let such a gorgeous babe slip through their fingers without having their fun.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they scattered a type of powder—a trick they used all too often.

A moment later, Bu Le crawled out of a crater in the ground, his mouth twisted and several teeth missing.

"You stinking wench, you've got some skills, but you've also inhaled my aphrodisiac. It won't be long before you find out how formidable I really am."

"And when that time comes, hehehe."

Liu Erlong frowned, looking down at her arms and long legs.

There was nothing there, and her body didn't feel weak; her heart was simply beating a little faster.

She took a deep breath, suppressing that trace of abnormality.

She walked up to Bu Le, lowered her head, and stared at his crooked, toothless, bleeding face.

"You just said that it wouldn't be long before I found out how formidable you are?"

Bu Le's grin froze.

Liu Erlong raised her right foot and stomped down with force.

"Aaaargh!"

Bu Le clutched his crotch with both hands, rolling on the ground; his balls had been crushed by that single stomp.

Seeing this, E Kao and Tianya turned deathly pale—this woman was far too ruthless.

Liu Erlong followed suit, sending the pair's balls down to the underworld to reunite with Bu Le's.

The three men's screams rose and fell in succession, a pool of blood spreading across the ground.

It was enough to make the listener weep and the onlooker grieve.

The trio, who had committed evil for many years, had finally been finished off by the ball-stomping expert, Liu Erlong.

Liu Erlong walked out of the alley feeling refreshed, only to run into Gu Qingshan, who was strolling by.

"Miss Liu, what is this?"

After her "exercise," the strange sensation seemed to have intensified for Liu Erlong.

"It's nothing, I just taught a few pieces of trash a lesson."

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar, and a man's voice echoed from the other end of the street.

"Erlong, Erlong! I've finally found you!"

Liu Erlong's body stiffened slightly, and her refreshed expression gradually faded.

A man with a crew cut jogged over.

It was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

"Erlong, don't be angry; I did this for the sake of the family!" Yu Xiaogang said with a bitter smile.

Liu Erlong sneered with a dark face: "If the clan leader wants you to go back and be a stud, go if you want. What does that have to do with me? What kind of relationship do we even have?"

Yu Xiaogang was left speechless.

The next second, to Yu Xiaogang's utter shock, Liu Erlong suddenly reached out, hooked her arm through the man standing beside her, and pressed her body tightly against him, causing the fabric over her chest to be squeezed into an exaggerated curve.

Only then did he realize that the man was actually the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, Gu Qingshan!

Yu Xiaogang felt his blood boil, and he blurted out: "Erlong, how could you be so shameless!"