Can You Be My Mom? (1)

Wang Dong'er frowned as she looked at Yu Tianheng.

Seriously, man? Last time... didn't you go all out?

She could not possibly agree to Yu Tianheng's challenge; there was simply no need.

Trading blows with Yu Tianheng was a waste of time.

Most importantly, she did not want to expose her third soul ring. At the very least, she could not—and would not—do so now.

Yu Tianheng was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. If he discovered her third ring was ten-thousand-year-grade, he would certainly report it back to his sect.

There was no such thing as a righteous faction in this fantasy world. Any power that learned of Wang Dong'er's third soul ring—a ten-thousand-year ring absorbed far beyond the standard limit—would surely move against her immediately. They might investigate first, or perhaps they would simply snatch her away and force her to reveal the method for absorbing soul rings above one's level.

If she refused to talk, they would dismember her for research, or perhaps drain her essence and blood directly...

A ten-thousand-year third ring! So many people spent their entire lives unable to even reach the Soul King realm, let alone absorb a ten-thousand-year ring. Every faction would undoubtedly want to know her secret and how she had achieved it.

Just a brief thought was enough for Wang Dong'er to imagine the various fates awaiting her if she exposed her soul ring configuration.

The most disgusting possibility of all was being imprisoned by some faction to be used as a breeding tool, her talent squeezed dry...

Glancing at Yu Tianheng, Wang Dong'er turned and headed toward the side door of the lounge.

But Yu Tianheng stuck to her like a plaster. He reached out to block her path, sneering incessantly.

"What, are you afraid? Or is it that you haven't prepared your sneak-attack tools and don't dare to fight?"

"How about this? I won't bully you. I can suppress my soul power to match yours, and we can have a fair duel."

Yu Tianheng kept chirping like a mosquito. He was petty and only wanted to regain the face and dignity he had lost last time.

The main reason, however, was this:

In just a few short days, Dugu Yan had broken through to become a Soul Ancestor.

She was a level 45 Soul Ancestor now, and the gap between them was growing ever wider.

Only a man could understand the sense of inferiority that came with being surpassed by one's girlfriend.

Dugu Yan had become increasingly cold toward him, as if he didn't exist in her heart at all. Since they met today, she hadn't said more than three sentences to him, and every one of them had been about Wang Dong'er.

Wang Dong'er was the one who had snuck up on him and injured him—why was Dugu Yan acting like this?

"Why would I want to duel you?" Wang Dong'er asked. "According to the rules of the soul master world, I have the right to refuse."

"The soul master world?" Yu Tianheng let out a cold snort, crossing his arms over his chest and putting on his captain's airs. "I am the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team, and you are a member. As your captain, what is wrong with me testing a new member to help you find your shortcomings and improve your combat ability?"

"You have no right to refuse me. As a team member, you must obey your captain unconditionally. That is the rule set by Team Leader Qin Ming."

Wang Dong'er frowned.

If that were the case, being a captain was too good. They could make their members do whatever they wanted. Did that mean a captain could just use a single word to force a member into an unspoken arrangement?

"Since that's the case, I have nothing more to say. You go to the dueling arena first; I need to go prepare."

Hearing this, Yu Tianheng finally stepped aside.

Wang Dong'er entered the lounge. Inside, Dugu Yan was lying on her bed. In her relaxed state, her lower body had transformed into a snake's tail and torso, the tail tightly coiled around the quilt like a twisted braid.

Her clothes were loose, the white silk garment on her upper body looking as if it would fall away with a gentle tug, revealing glimpses of her beautiful, delicate frame.

If it were just that, Wang Dong'er wouldn't have thought much of it, but Dugu Yan's cheeks were flushed, she was exhaling fragrant breaths, and her nose was pressed firmly against a piece of blue clothing, savoring the scent.

If Wang Dong'er remembered correctly.

That piece of clothing...

"Back so soon?"

"Dong'er, it smells so good."

Her long, slender tongue, like that of a venomous snake, licked the corner of her lips in reminiscence. Dugu Yan looked at Wang Dong'er, showing no fear or shyness at being caught, her tone flat.

Wang Dong'er took a deep breath, calmed herself, and asked, "Senior Sister, where is Senior Sister Ye Lingling? Why don't I see her?"

"Lingling asked for leave. Grandpa Ye is going to the empire's border to provide disaster relief, and she needs to help him prepare medicinal herbs."

"I see." Wang Dong'er nodded. "Senior Sister, I'll just give you this garment. You... do as you please. I have some matters to discuss with Senior Dugu, so I'll be heading back. I'll wait for you at home."

Wang Dong'er suddenly found that she had become somewhat desensitized. Regarding Dugu Yan's behavior... it was disrespectful and incomprehensible, but she would let her do as she pleased. She would just treat it as a master rewarding a pet.

Dugu Yan wanted to keep her there, but she had more important things to do now.

Looking at Dong'er's reaction, she doesn't seem to dislike my behavior. It seems the time to bend Dong'er is not far off, hee hee.

Wang Dong'er slipped out through the back door of the academy. As for Yu Tianheng...

He really was a fool, just as Dugu Bo had said. He believed such a casual lie; he was truly worthy of being Yu Xiaogang's nephew.

After leaving the academy, Wang Dong'er arrived at a barren hill outside Heaven Dou City.

She set up several mirrors she had bought at the market, facing the sun. She placed eight mirrors in total, forming a circle, so that the sunlight refracted by the mirrors would all converge in the center. A small, mimetic cultivation site was thus constructed.

She sat cross-legged in the center and, nourished by the light, began to cultivate her soul power.

Lost in her cultivation, Wang Dong'er forgot the passage of time. It wasn't until the sun had completely set and the sky had turned dark that she finally exited her meditative state.

As they returned to the city, Heaven Dou Avenue, usually bustling, was almost deserted. Only the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena and some specialty hotels and taverns that operated at night were brightly lit, with scattered snack stalls lining the streets.

Wang Dong'er strolled along the narrow road, heading towards Dugu Mansion. As she passed a stone bridge, three burly men approached her.

The three reeked of alcohol, their skin dark. In the night, their appearances were indistinguishable. If not for Wang Dong'er's high spiritual power, she wouldn't even have been able to make out their vague silhouettes.

Upon seeing Wang Dong'er, the three men's drunkenness subsided significantly, and they stood swaying in place.

As Wang Dong'er passed by them, they tacitly moved forward together, forming a triangle and blocking her path. Their movements were so synchronized that it was clear they had done this sort of thing many times before.

Wang Dong'er's expression was calm. Her spiritual power had already reached the Spirit King level, and with a simple scan, she knew the strength of the three men: two Great Spirit Masters and one Spirit Elder. She could handle them with ease.

"Miss, you are absolutely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Can you... be my mother?"

"Get lost, don't scare her," the leader said. "Beauty, are you interested in getting to know us? My name is Tai Long, the young patriarch of the Strength Clan. My grandfather, Tai Tan, is a big shot. If you become friends with me, I guarantee no one in Heaven Dou City will dare to bully you."

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