Liu Erlong on the Wall

Yu Luomian looked at Gangzi's ashen face without a shred of sympathy in his heart.

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

Yet he had never held any affection for this nephew; with a malignant mutation of his martial soul and abysmal talent, he was a pure waste who hadn't broken through to level twenty until he was over fifty.

He couldn't hold his head high within the family, was pointed at by others outside, and had achieved nothing after living for more than half a lifetime.

The incident where he almost ruined Liu Erlong back then had nearly sent him to an early grave.

Now, having his eldest brother summon him back to the family to act as a stud was fine; it would serve to cut off Liu Erlong's lingering thoughts.

Only a heroic youth like the Holy Son was a fitting destination for Liu Erlong.

Time was like the ocean tide, layer upon layer, surging ever faster.

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

Sunlight spilled through the window without restraint, shining upon the woman hanging against the wall.

Liu Erlong was shaken awake by the sunlight; her eyelashes fluttered a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.

What met her gaze was a white ceiling, with a crystal chandelier refracting colorful light spots under the sun.

Her mind was not yet fully clear, and as she moved her limbs, she realized she couldn't; her wrists and ankles were bound by something.

That thing had warmth, and it tightened slightly whenever she struggled, as if it were alive.

The slick, slimy sensation sent a jolt through Liu Erlong, waking her up completely.

She was actually hanging on the wall. Following the tentacles on her hands and feet, she saw a tall youth lying on the bed; the tentacles were extending directly from his back.

Liu Erlong's face turned beet red in an instant. She remembered the events of last night—it seemed she had been the one to initiate it.

The images in her mind were so clear that she dared not look at them directly.

Just the day before, she had been an innocent maiden; where had she ever seen such variety? And to think his spirit bone could be used in such a way.

Seeing that Gu Qingshan seemed to be waking up, she hurriedly covered her face with her hands.

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

Liu Erlong was hanging on the wall, her limbs spread wide, her body suspended in mid-air, her face buried in her arms, her earlobes red enough to drip blood.

"Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover!"

Liu Erlong heard these words, and her face flushed even deeper.

Thinking of how Liu Erlong, despite it being her first time, had been so outstanding—though her technique was slightly green, that reckless, mad energy of hers surpassed even Bibi Dong's—Gu Qingshan still felt a lingering thrill.

Strangely, despite a night of practicing ballet, the dress on Liu Erlong's body was miraculously intact.

Liu Erlong's voice came from the gap between her arms, muffled and filled with shame and annoyance. "Bastard, hurry up and let me down!"

Gu Qingshan moved his mind, and the tentacles released her simultaneously, retracting rapidly into his back and disappearing from sight.

Liu Erlong lost all support. Having been hung up all night, her blood flow had been restricted, leaving her limbs numb.

Her body fell from the wall and landed straight on the floor.

Gu Qingshan helped her up and rubbed the rope marks on her wrists for her.

Liu Erlong stared blankly at the gentle youth before her, saying nothing.

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

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

"We'll talk about it later."

"Erlong! You're finally back!"

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

His flat-top haircut was an eyesore, and his beard was just as unpleasant.

Gangzi didn't notice, still blathering on.

"It's good that you're okay. Where did you go last night? I've been looking for you all night."

Seeing Liu Erlong return safe and sound, Gangzi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. I just had the Holy Son take me around Martial Soul City. Alright, I'm tired, I'm going back to rest."

With that, she went into the house.

Gangzi watched Liu Erlong's retreating figure, stunned for a moment. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he found Liu Erlong had become even more radiant, like a peach blossom after the rain.

And her gait was somewhat strange...

On the second-floor balcony, Yu Luomian saw this scene, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. As a man of experience, he knew exactly what had happened.

He hadn't expected Erlong to be so capable; she had captured the Holy Son so quickly.

Heh!

Elsewhere.

Gu Qingshan rubbed his waist as he pushed open the gates of the Holy Son Mansion and stepped inside.

A woman sat in the living room with her legs crossed. A length of snow-white, delicate calf peeked out from beneath her skirt, glowing brilliantly in the morning light. The lines of her calf were smooth and graceful, her ankles slender, and her toenails painted a pale pink.

It was his teacher, Bibi Dong.

Gu Qingshan paused for a moment. She was wearing a pale purple dress today, cinched tightly at the waist, outlining a figure that could be spanned by a single hand.

She remained as noble, elegant, and peerless as ever, though her expression seemed somewhat poor.

Who had angered her?

Bibi Dong remained expressionless, for she could smell the scent of another woman on Gu Qingshan.

Her originally pleasant mood instantly turned sour.

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

"Out all night, where did you go?"

"Teacher, if I said I went to rid the people of a scourge, would you believe me?"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes. Like hell I would.

This disciple of hers was by no means a good person in the strict sense; he didn't even blink when killing, having already wiped out two of the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Bibi Dong lowered her gaze to the cup of tea on the coffee table that had long since gone cold, remaining silent for a moment.

He was thirteen now, with his own ideas, and it wasn't easy to manage him too strictly.

Bibi Dong composed herself and said, "I came here today to discuss the re-election of the Seven Great Sects with you; there are only a few days left."

Gu Qingshan chewed on a leaf. "Please go on, Teacher."

Following that, Bibi Dong spoke about the detailed arrangements for the re-election of the Seven Great Sects.

Gu Qingshan wasn't particularly concerned; after all, these trivial matters were not for a Holy Son like him to worry about.

"That is the general gist of it. Do you have any thoughts?" Bibi Dong looked at Gu Qingshan.

"Teacher has arranged everything perfectly; this disciple has no objections."

Bibi Dong nodded and stood up.

Her skirt fluttered as she rose, revealing a length of snow-white leg before it was quickly covered again.

She glanced at Gu Qingshan, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

"That will be all, I am heading back now."

Qingshan really does love my legs the most!

"Take care, Teacher."

Bibi Dong walked toward the door, her high heels clicking against the floor—tap, tap, tap—before she paused at the entrance.

"Qingshan."

"Hm?"

"Take care of your health."

Gu Qingshan froze, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Had Bibi Dong discovered something?

Ever since the Octopus King incident, his teacher seemed to have become somewhat strange, often sitting in a daze or even giggling for no apparent reason.

Her emotions were no longer as stable as they once were.

Could it be that time of the month for women?