Liu Erlong on the Wall

Yu Luomian looked at Gangzi's ashen face and felt not a trace of sympathy.

Yu Xiaogang was his older brother's son, his own nephew.

But he had never liked this nephew. His Martial Soul had undergone a malignant mutation, his talent was abysmal, and he was a complete waste who had barely reached level twenty by the time he was fifty.

He could never hold his head up in the family, and people pointed fingers at him outside. He had lived most of his life without accomplishing a thing.

The thought of how he had nearly ruined Erlong back then had almost enraged Yu Luomian to death.

Now that his older brother had summoned him back to the family to serve as a stud, that was for the best. It would put an end to Erlong's feelings for him.

Only a heroic young man like His Highness the Holy Son was truly worthy of Erlong.

Time was like the waves, rolling forward in layer upon layer, moving faster and faster.

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

Sunlight poured recklessly through the window, shining on the woman hanging on the wall.

The sunlight jolted Liu Erlong awake. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was a white ceiling, with a crystal chandelier scattering rainbow-colored spots of light in the sun.

Her mind had yet to fully clear. She tried moving her hands and feet, only to find she couldn't. Something had wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

It was warm, and tightened slightly whenever she struggled, as if it were alive.

The slippery sensation sent a shiver through Liu Erlong and woke her completely.

She was actually hanging on the wall. Following the tentacles wrapped around her hands and feet, she saw a tall young man lying on the bed. The tentacles extended from his back.

Liu Erlong's face turned scarlet in an instant. She remembered what had happened last night—and it seemed she had been the one to make the first move.

The images in her mind were so vivid she could hardly bear to look at them.

Just the day before, she had been a virgin. How could she have ever encountered so many tricks? And who would have thought his Soul Bone could be used that way?

When she saw that Gu Qingshan seemed about to wake, she hurriedly covered her face with her hands.

Gu Qingshan sat up and rubbed his aching lower back, then turned his head and glanced at the wall.

Liu Erlong hung there with her arms and legs spread wide, her body suspended in the air and her face buried in her arms. The tips of her ears were so red they looked ready to drip blood.

"Never judge a book by its cover!"

Liu Erlong heard those words, and her face turned even redder.

He never would have guessed Liu Erlong would be so good her first time. Her technique had been a little clumsy, but the wild, reckless fervor she'd shown rivaled even Bibi Dong's. Gu Qingshan still felt a little shaken.

Strangely enough, after a whole night of ballet practice, Liu Erlong's dress had somehow remained completely intact.

Liu Erlong's voice came through the gap between her arms, muffled and embarrassed. "You bastard, hurry up and let me down!"

At Gu Qingshan's thought, the tentacles all released her at once and quickly retracted, sinking into his back and disappearing.

With all support gone, Liu Erlong's arms and legs—left hanging all night—were numb, their blood circulation cut off.

Her body dropped from the wall and fell straight to the floor.

Gu Qingshan helped her up and rubbed the marks around her wrists.

Liu Erlong gazed blankly at the gentle young man before her without saying a word.

After a long while, she stood up, tidied her hair, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt.

"I have to go. About us..."

"We'll talk about it another time."

"Erlong! You're finally back!"

As soon as Liu Erlong entered the courtyard, she heard Gangzi's voice. For some reason, today she felt that every inch of him reeked of sleaze.

His crew cut annoyed her. His beard annoyed her, too.

Gangzi didn't notice. He just kept blabbering on.

"You're okay! Thank goodness. Where were you last night? I spent the whole night looking for you."

Seeing Liu Erlong return safe and sound, Gangzi finally let out a breath of relief.

"I'm fine. I just had the Holy Son show me around Spirit City. All right, I'm tired. I'm going back to rest."

With that, she went inside.

Gangzi stared blankly at Liu Erlong's retreating figure. Perhaps it was his imagination, but she seemed even more radiant than before, like a peach blossom after the rain.

And there was something strange about the way she walked...

From the second-floor balcony, Yu Luomian saw what had happened, and a glint flashed in his eyes. As someone who had been through it himself, he knew all too well what had happened.

He hadn't expected Erlong to be so capable, landing His Highness the Holy Son so quickly.

Heh!

Elsewhere.

Rubbing his lower back, Gu Qingshan pushed open the door to the Holy Son Mansion and stepped inside.

A woman sat in the living room with one leg crossed over the other. A section of her snow-white, delicate calf showed beneath her skirt, gleaming in the morning light. The line of her calf was sleek and graceful, her ankle slender, her toenails painted pale pink.

It was his teacher, Bibi Dong.

Gu Qingshan froze for a moment. She was wearing a pale-purple long dress today, cinched tightly at the waist to accentuate her slender figure.

She was still as noble and elegant, as peerlessly beautiful as ever, but her expression didn't look too good.

Who had made her angry?

Bibi Dong's face was expressionless. She had caught the scent of another woman on Gu Qingshan.

Her pleasant mood immediately turned sour.

Gu Qingshan walked over to Bibi Dong and sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"You were gone all night. Where did you go?"

"Teacher, what if I told you I went out to rid the people of evil? Would you believe me?"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes. As if I'd believe that.

Her disciple wasn't a good person in any strict sense. He didn't even blink when he killed, and he had already wiped out two of the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes and looked at the cup of tea on the coffee table, now completely cold. She fell silent for a moment.

He was thirteen now and had ideas of his own. It wasn't easy to keep too close a rein on him.

Bibi Dong composed herself and said, "I came today to talk to you about the Seven Great Sects' selection. There are only a few days left."

Gu Qingshan chewed on a leaf. "Go ahead, Teacher."

Bibi Dong then explained some of the details and arrangements for the Seven Great Sects' selection.

Gu Qingshan wasn't very concerned. After all, these tedious affairs weren't something a Holy Son like him needed to worry about.

"That's more or less everything. Do you have any thoughts?" Bibi Dong looked at Gu Qingshan.

"Teacher, you've arranged everything very well. I have no objections."

Bibi Dong nodded and stood up.

As she rose, her skirt swayed, revealing a stretch of snow-white thigh before quickly falling back into place.

She glanced at Gu Qingshan, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

"Then that's settled. I'll be going back."

Qingshan really does like her legs best!

"Take care, Teacher."

Bibi Dong walked toward the door, her high heels tapping against the floor. Her footsteps went click, click, click, then stopped at the doorway.

"Qingshan."

"Hmm?"

"Take care of yourself."

Gu Qingshan froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

What had Bibi Dong found out?

Ever since the Octopus King incident, his teacher seemed to have become a little strange. She often sat lost in thought and sometimes even smiled foolishly for no apparent reason.

Her moods weren't as steady as before, either.

Could it be that time of the month?