Liu Erlong Storms In, Tang Yuehua's Thrill

At the foot of the mountain where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect resided.

Liu Erlong jumped down from the carriage in a single stride.

She gazed at the magnificent mountain gate, surrounded by nine peaks shaped like dragons.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a mocking curve tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She had caught a glimpse of this place from afar when she was a child.

Back then, her mother was still alive, holding her hand as they stood on a distant hilltop, telling her, "That is where your father lives."

Her mother's voice had been very soft, carrying an emotion she hadn't understood at the time.

Later, she understood; it was called humility.

She had gripped her mother's hand, feeling it tremble, yet her mother's face still wore a smile.

She had remembered that smile for many years, and later, she saw it in the mirror.

It was the same look she wore when she forced herself to endure in front of crowds.

Now, her mother was gone.

And she had arrived.

As Liu Erlong, she would descend upon this sect as the master of the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect!

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, the number one beast spirit in the world."

"It certainly is imposing."

Liu Erlong mocked.

"What a pity, from today on, this place will no longer be called the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

Jiang Ce's tentacle pointed toward the towering main peak before them: "In the future, this will be your sect. Make it even more imposing."

Liu Erlong's eyes lit up instantly. "Now that you mention it."

She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over the entire mountain gate with a critical eye. "This gate, it lacks dominance.

It's too small-minded. They claim to be the number one beast spirit in the world, yet the sect's presentation is so low-tier?"

She traced shapes in the air with her finger: "The entrance must have two Golden Holy Flame Dragons.

My dragons. They need to be huge, golden, and sparkling, so that those who come to pay their respects go weak in the knees the moment they reach the foot of the mountain.

The dragon mouths must breathe fire, never-ending.

The stairs must be made higher, as high as possible.

Make them climb until they can't catch their breath, until they regret coming to pay their respects.

And put a no-fly zone at the entrance. Want to fly?

Don't even think about it.

If they want to enter my Liu Erlong's sect, they can break their legs doing it."

She spoke faster and faster, growing more excited, treating this thousand-year-old sect like her own backyard undergoing renovations.

Ye Yingling let out a snort of laughter, and Tang Yuehua couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

"Has Senior Sister already claimed this place as her own so quickly?"

Ye Yingling asked, tilting her head.

Liu Erlong put her hands on her hips, righteous and bold: "This is my territory as Sect Master; not just anyone can waltz in whenever they please."

The Imperial Auspicious Beast darted out from the carriage like a bolt of golden lightning, landing on all fours, her tail wagging furiously.

As soon as she landed, she pounced on Liu Erlong, hugging her thigh: "Senior Sister, Senior Sister!

Can we put a statue of the Imperial Auspicious Beast at the entrance too?

It has to be gold! Huge! Even bigger than those two dragons!"

Liu Erlong lowered her head and patted her on the head, speaking with dominance:

"Fine, I'll get you the biggest one.

From now on, you are our Guardian Auspicious Beast; whoever comes here will have to kowtow to you."

"Yay! Guardian Auspicious Beast! This Auspicious Beast wants to eat delicious things!"

The Imperial Auspicious Beast cheered, "This Auspicious Beast will eat whatever she wants, and if anyone refuses to give it to me, I'll bite them!"

Liu Erlong waved her hand grandly: "Let's go. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—

No, the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect surely has delicious things inside. This Sect Master will take you in to get them.

Whoever tries to stop us, we'll beat them into a pulp."

Ye Yingling and Tang Yuehua followed closely behind, their eyes filled with eagerness.

The Imperial Auspicious Beast scampered on her short legs at Liu Erlong's heels, her tail wagging non-stop.

A-Yin followed at the very back, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

"Halt!"

In front of the mountain gate, four gatekeeping disciples stepped out in unison to block their path.

The leader was a Soul Sect, just over thirty years old, while the other three were Soul Elders.

They wore uniform blue outfits with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect emblem embroidered on their chests, standing with their backs straight and noses held high.

The lead disciple swept his gaze over Liu Erlong and her group, his tone cold: "Who are you? What business do you have at our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect? Do you have an invitation letter?"

Even though a large group of beautiful women had suddenly appeared before them, the prestige of the world's number one beast martial soul sect could absolutely not be lowered!

Liu Erlong didn't even slow her pace.

"Get lost."

She swiped her hand casually.

"Smack!"

The four gatekeeping disciples were sent flying backward simultaneously, slamming into the Dragon-Shaped Stone Pillars on either side.

All four spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot; their sleep quality was excellent, as they were lulled into a deep slumber by Liu Erlong right then and there.

Liu Erlong's footsteps never faltered, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

The Imperial Auspicious Beast spat, "Serves you right! Who told you to block Senior Sister's path!"

Inside the mountain gate lay an expansive plaza paved with bluestone, easily the size of half a football field.

Eight Coiled Dragon Pillars stood around the perimeter of the plaza, with Eternal Flames burning atop them.

Twenty or thirty outer sect disciples were training there, each wrapped in the phantom image of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, with purple electric arcs crackling across their bodies.

Seeing someone break in from the direction of the gate and knock out several disciples, the squad leader in the lead whipped his head around: "Intruders! Form up!"

The radiance of martial souls erupted one after another, and twenty or thirty beams of blue light lit up simultaneously.

The phantom images of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons circled above the plaza, purple lightning weaving into a net, and the roars of dragons echoed one after another.

Dragon scales emerged from beneath the disciples' skin, covering their arms and chests.

The squad leader roared, his arms undergoing dragon transformation, and he punched toward Liu Erlong, purple lightning crackling on his fist.

Liu Erlong's figure vanished from where she stood.

The next second, she appeared right in front of the squad leader.

The squad leader's eyes widened in shock; his fist was still in mid-air, and his brain hadn't even registered what happened.

Liu Erlong's fist slammed into his chest.

"Crack!"

The squad leader doubled over like a shrimp, a mouthful of blood spraying from his mouth as he flew backward, knocking over five or six disciples behind him. The sound of bones colliding rang out in a continuous, crisp series of cracks.

Liu Erlong did not stop.

Her figure traced a blurred shadow across the plaza, each pause accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering bones.

One punch for each.

No martial soul, no Soul Skill, purely physical strength.

This kind of humiliation—"I can beat you like this without even activating my martial soul"—was more despairing than being crushed by a Soul Skill.

One disciple had just climbed up from the ground and hadn't even steadied himself when Liu Erlong's fist was already pressed against his cheek.

He spun three hundred and sixty degrees before face-planting into the ground, his face swollen like a pig's head.

Another disciple rushed over from the side, attempting a sneak attack.

Liu Erlong didn't even turn her head, slamming an elbow into his chest.

He flew off like a cannonball, embedding himself into the stone wall at the edge of the plaza.

In a short amount of time, all twenty-three outer sect disciples lay on the ground, scattered about like a pile of discarded trash.

Every face was hideously swollen.

It seemed they had been suffering from malnutrition lately and had enjoyed a hearty meal of Liu Erlong's fists and slaps.

They were so happy, their faces had already puffed up.

Congratulations!

Congratulations!

As for the bluestone plaza, it was covered in bloodstains.

It was tomato sauce!

Liu Erlong moved as if there were no one else present.

With a punch here and a slap there, for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples who had long suffered from insomnia, Liu Erlong used the best method to help them sleep, coaxing them all into a deep slumber as they kept rushing toward her.

She displayed an incredibly superb technique.

It made the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples who arrived later panic and flee in terror, as if they had seen a devil.

They went to find the sect elders.

They shouted, "Elder, someone has trespassed into the sect!"

But as soon as they finished shouting, these people were also coaxed into a deep slumber by Liu Erlong.

The Imperial Auspicious Beast cheered from the sidelines: "Go, Senior Sister! Beat them all into pig heads!"

Ye Yingling waved her little fists: "Senior Sister is so cool! One punch for each!"

Tang Yuehua walked behind, watching Liu Erlong's rampaging figure, her eyes filled with excitement.

Jiang Ce's voice rang out in her mind: "Heh heh, it seems you are looking forward to the scene of storming the Clear Sky Sect."

She was indeed looking forward to it.

She looked forward to the day when she could stand before the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate and use her fists to tear apart the label of "bloodline defective" and shatter the fate of being a "marriage tool."

Her martial soul should have been the Clear Sky Hammer, but it had viciously mutated into a Noble Ring that couldn't even kill a chicken.

The elders didn't say it out loud, but their eyes clearly expressed their pity.

The black silk bodysuit beneath her dress suddenly surged, transforming into

a bizarre bikini thong.

Tang Yuehua's body stiffened, and a faint flush rose to her face.

"Teacher..." she whispered in her heart.

"Why don't you just use my ability to mimic a Clear Sky Hammer when the time comes and fight your way up?"

Jiang Ce's voice carried a smile. "Beat them all down, leaving not a single one standing.

Then you take off your mask and reveal your true face.

A waste with innate level nine soul power, trampling the entire sect underfoot.

At that moment, you'll surely be so thrilled you'll spray, won't you?

You nymphomaniac?!

Heh heh..."

Tang Yuehua watched Liu Erlong's figure as she took them down one by one, her legs clamping together involuntarily.

Previously, when she fought her genius brother, Tang Hao, she had used her control skills to pin him down tightly.

At that moment, she had almost cried.

She had finally proven that she was not a waste.

Now, seeing Liu Erlong about to storm the sect and change its name, she couldn't wait to rush up to the Clear Sky Sect immediately.

Jiang Ce sensed her thoughts and chuckled wickedly, suddenly tightening the clothes on her body and activating the violent vibration mode.

Tang Yuehua's figure jolted, her legs going weak.

She bit her silver teeth to keep from losing her composure, a flush rising on her face as her eyes misted over.

"Feeling it while watching how Senior Sister enjoys herself—isn't that even more stimulating?"

"Yes, Teacher."

At the same time, in the Moon Pavilion, that half-body.

Jiang Ce's first Soul Skill—

Phantom Dragon Impact, was unleashed ferociously.

Synchronized perception made Tang Yuehua even more excited.

[Phantom Dragon Impact, dear readers, please vote, click to urge for updates, and read as I update. Deep River will trim the content, so don't let the book sit in your library. Please.]