Liu Erlong Storms the Gates, Tang Yuehua's Sweet Satisfaction

At the foot of the mountain where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was based.

Liu Erlong leaped down from the carriage.

She gazed at the imposing mountain gate, surrounded by the Nine Dragon-Shaped Peaks.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of her mouth curled into a mocking smile.

When she was little, she had once looked over at this place from afar.

Back then, her mother had still been alive. She had held Liu Erlong's hand on a distant hilltop and told her,

"That's where your father lives."

Her mother's voice had been soft, tinged with an emotion Liu Erlong couldn't understand at the time.

Later, she understood. It was called humility.

She had clutched her mother's hand, feeling it tremble, even as her mother wore a smile.

She remembered that smile for many years. Later, she saw it in the mirror.

It was the smile she forced herself to wear when facing a crowd.

Now her mother was gone.

And she had come.

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

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, with the best Beast Martial Soul under heaven."

"What a grand sight."

Liu Erlong sneered.

"Too bad. Starting today, this place won't be called the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan anymore."

One of Jiang Ce's tentacles pointed at the towering main peak before them. "It'll be your sect from now on. Make it even more impressive."

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

She tilted her head and gave the entire mountain gate a critical once-over. "This entrance isn't imposing enough.

"It's so tacky, yet they call themselves the best Beast Martial Soul under heaven. The sect's got no presence at all?"

She gestured in midair with a finger. "We need to put two Golden Holy Flame Dragons at the entrance.

"My dragons. They have to be huge, golden, and glittering, so anyone coming to pay their respects will go weak in the knees at the foot of the mountain.

"They should breathe fire, too. Without end.

"The stairs need to be higher. As high as possible.

"Make them climb until they're gasping for breath, until they regret coming here.

"And put an air-restriction field at the entrance. Want to fly?

"Don't even think about it.

"If you want to enter my sect, Liu Erlong's, you can wear your legs out climbing."

The faster she spoke, the more excited she became, treating this thousand-year-old sect like her own backyard and planning a renovation.

Ye Yingling burst into laughter, and Tang Yuehua couldn't help smiling too.

"Eldest Senior Sister, you've already decided this place is yours?"

Ye Yingling asked, tilting her head.

Liu Erlong planted her hands on her hips and declared, "This sect belongs to me. Nobody gets to come and go as they please."

The Imperial Auspicious Beast sprang out of the carriage like a golden lightning bolt. Her four paws hit the ground, and her tail wagged furiously.

The moment she landed, she rushed at Liu Erlong and hugged her leg. "Eldest Senior Sister! Eldest Senior Sister!

"Can you put up a statue of the Imperial Auspicious Beast at the entrance, too?

"It has to be gold! And huge! Bigger than those two dragons!"

Liu Erlong patted her head and said grandly,

"Sure. I'll make you the biggest one.

"From now on, you're our Guardian Auspicious Beast. Anyone who comes here has to kowtow to you."

"Yay! Guardian Auspicious Beast! This auspicious beast wants yummy food!"

The Imperial Auspicious Beast cheered. "I'll eat whatever I want, and if anyone won't give it to me, I'll bite them!"

Liu Erlong waved her hand. "Come on. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—

"No, the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect must have plenty of good food. I'll take you inside and get you some.

"Anyone who tries to stop us gets beaten into a pig's head."

Ye Yingling and Tang Yuehua followed close behind, both eager to see what would happen.

The Imperial Auspicious Beast scampered beside Liu Erlong on her four little legs, her tail wagging nonstop.

Ah Yin followed at the rear, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Stop!"

Four disciples stepped out to block their way at the mountain gate.

The one in front was a Soul Ancestor in his early thirties; the other three were Soul Elders.

They wore matching blue uniforms embroidered with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon emblem on the chest. They stood stiff-backed, their noses in the air.

The leading disciple looked over Liu Erlong and her group, his tone cold. "Who are you?

"What business do you have at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

"Do you have a letter of introduction?"

Though a huge group of beautiful women had suddenly appeared before them,

the prestige of the best Beast Martial Soul sect under heaven absolutely could not be allowed to fall!

Liu Erlong didn't even slow down.

"Get lost."

She casually slapped at them.

"Smack!"

All four gate guards flew backward at once, crashing into the dragon-shaped stone pillars on either side.

They spat out blood on the spot. With the sort of excellent sleep quality only Liu Erlong could provide, they were lulled to sleep right then and there.

Liu Erlong didn't break stride, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

The Imperial Auspicious Beast spat. "Serves you right! You shouldn't have stood in Eldest Senior Sister's way!"

Beyond the mountain gate,

lay a broad plaza paved with bluestone, half the size of a soccer field.

Eight Coiled Dragon Pillars stood around its edges, each with a purple Eternal Flame burning at its top.

Two or three dozen outer disciples were training there. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons' thunderous phantoms coiled around them, purple arcs crackling over their bodies.

Seeing people barge in from the mountain gate—and seeing that they'd knocked down several disciples—the squad leader whipped around. "Someone's trespassing! Form up!"

The light of Martial Souls burst into life one after another, two or three dozen blue glows shining at once.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantoms circled overhead, purple thunder interwoven into a net as dragon roars echoed through the air.

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

The squad leader roared, his arms undergoing Dragon Transformation as he punched toward Liu Erlong, purple lightning crackling around his fist.

Liu Erlong vanished from where she stood.

The next second, she was already in front of the squad leader.

His eyes flew wide. His fist was still hanging in midair, and his mind hadn't caught up yet.

Liu Erlong's fist slammed into his chest.

"Crack!"

The squad leader doubled over like a shrimp. He spat blood and flew backward, smashing into five or six disciples behind him. The sound of bones colliding rang out in a series of sharp cracks.

Liu Erlong didn't stop.

She left afterimages as she moved across the plaza, each pause accompanied by the crisp snap of breaking bones.

One punch per person.

No Martial Soul. No Soul Skill. Just sheer physical strength.

The humiliation of "I can beat you this badly without even using my Martial Soul" was more despairing than being crushed by Soul Skills.

A disciple had just struggled to his feet when Liu Erlong's fist was already against his cheek.

He spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees and toppled headfirst to the ground, his face swollen like a pig's head.

Another disciple charged in from the side, trying to catch her by surprise,

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

and he flew like a cannonball, embedded in the stone wall at the edge of the plaza.

In a short time,

all twenty-three outer disciples lay sprawled across the ground, like a heap of rubbish someone had thrown away.

Every face was swollen high.

They must have been malnourished lately, because they'd gleefully gobbled up Liu Erlong's punches and slaps.

The ones who were happy had all gotten fat cheeks.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

As for the bloodstains all over the bluestone plaza—

That was ketchup!

Liu Erlong strode through the place like no one could stop her,

with a fist here and a slap there.

For the Electric Tyrant Dragon Sect's disciples, who had suffered from insomnia for ages,

Liu Erlong used the best sleep aid around,

lulling every one of them who charged at her into a deep slumber.

Her technique was truly exceptional.

Some of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples who rushed over looked at her as if they'd seen a demon. Panicking, they fled in a hurry,

searching for the sect elders.

They shouted, "Elder! Someone's trespassing!"

But as soon as they finished yelling,

Liu Erlong lulled them to sleep as well.

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

Ye Yingling pumped her little fists. "Eldest Senior Sister is so cool! One punch per person!"

Walking behind them, Tang Yuehua watched Liu Erlong charge through the sect, excitement filling her eyes.

Jiang Ce's voice rang out in her mind. "Heh heh, looks like you're really looking forward to storming the Clear Sky Sect."

She really was looking forward to it.

She looked forward to the day she could stand before the Clear Sky Sect's gates and tear the "defective bloodline" label to shreds with her fists, along with the fate of being a "marriage pawn."

Her Martial Soul should have been the Clear Sky Hammer, but it had mutated disastrously into a Noble Ring that couldn't even beat a chicken.

The elders never said it aloud, but their eyes plainly showed their pity.

Beneath her dress, the black one-piece bodysuit suddenly rippled and transformed into

a cheeky string bikini.

Tang Yuehua's body stiffened, and a faint blush rose on her face.

"Teacher..." she murmured inwardly.

"Why not use my ability to imitate the Clear Sky Hammer when the time comes, then storm the sect?"

Jiang Ce's voice held a laugh. "Beat them all flat, every last one.

"Then you can take off your mask and reveal your true face—

"An utter loser with innate rank nine talent, trampling the entire sect beneath her feet.

"That'll make you feel so good you'll squirt, won't it?

"You little pervert?!

"Heh heh..."

Watching Liu Erlong knock them down one by one, Tang Yuehua unconsciously pressed her thighs together.

Earlier, when she'd fought her genius older brother, Tang Hao,

she'd used a control skill to keep him pinned down tight.

In that moment, she'd nearly burst into tears.

She had finally proved she wasn't useless.

Now, seeing Liu Erlong storm the sect and change its name, she wished she could charge into the Clear Sky Sect that very instant.

Jiang Ce sensed what she was thinking and chuckled,

then abruptly tightened her clothes and activated the violent vibration mode.

Tang Yuehua came to a sudden stop, her legs weakening.

She gritted her teeth to keep from losing control, a blush rising on her face and a mist clouding her eyes.

"Feeling it while watching Eldest Senior Sister have her way—isn't that even more exciting?"

"Yes, Teacher."

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

Jiang Ce's first Soul Skill—

Phantom Dragon Impact, unleashed with a roar.

Synchronized sensations made Tang Yuehua even more excited.