Even if Aunt Ling Had a Child, She Wouldn't Have One with You

The vast martial arena was packed with a sea of people.

Today, the Emperor Clan Tournament would reach its final conclusion. The Yan Clan elders had all come to watch. Even Second Elder Huo Teng, who had always guarded the Ancient Jade in the Ancestral Hall, had made a special trip out to witness the brilliance of the Emperor Clans' prodigies.

Whether intentionally or not, he seemed to be standing very close to Hun Yan.

The Fire Fairy sat in the seat of honor, her expression cool.

"Begin."

She nodded to a Yan Clan elder.

The white-haired Yan Clan elder instantly rose into the air, his authoritative voice ringing throughout the Flame Realm.

"According to the draw, Gu Qingyang will face Hun Yu, and Lei Dong will face Gu Xun'er. Both matches will take place simultaneously. The winners will advance directly to the next round."

With that, he swept his sleeve, and powerful spatial energy instantly divided the arena into two sections.

"Holy shit, Dou Shengs really are badass. He created two independent spaces with a wave of his hand." Sitting behind Huo Xuan and Huo Zhi, Shen Luo held a handful of peanuts and marveled.

Huo Xuan frowned. "Brother Shen, creating spaces is just a basic ability of a Dou Sheng expert. You're Senior Shen Nong's disciple, after all. Don't act like you've never seen the world."

Shen Luo shrugged and tossed a peanut into his mouth. "Little Brother Huo Xuan, that's where you're wrong. When people get along, emotional value matters a lot."

"Emotional value? What's that?" Huo Xuan paused. "On this continent, strength is the greatest value."

Shen Luo shook his head helplessly, then suddenly fixed an unwavering stare on Huo Xuan.

Huo Xuan stiffened, unable to tell what medicine Shen Luo was hiding in his gourd.

"Young Clan Chief Huo Xuan, I've always believed you're the Yan Clan's future. You'll definitely reach nine-star Dou Sheng, a realm even the Yan Clan Chief can't reach. You'll lead the Yan Clan to the summit of this continent." Shen Luo stared intently at Huo Xuan, his face brimming with sincerity.

"R-really? You believe that so firmly?"

Shen Luo nodded solemnly, his gaze burning with fervor.

"Brother Shen, you truly understand me! To tell you the truth, I've always been working toward that goal. And I firmly believe I'll surpass every Yan Clan Chief before me and become the strongest person on the Dou Qi Continent. I even want to try reaching that legendary Dou Di realm." Huo Xuan grew excited, fire gleaming in his eyes.

Shen Luo smiled and patted Huo Xuan's shoulder. "My brother, Hun Yu isn't worth a damn. Slap him dead. When you become a Dou Di someday, don't forget me."

Huo Xuan's face was already red, but now it flushed purple. "My brother, as long as I have a mouthful to eat, you'll have a sip of broth. We'll advance hand in hand and sweep aside every enemy."

Shen Luo nodded solemnly, then turned toward Huo Zhi on his other side and said evenly, "See? That's the magic of emotional value."

The Fire Fairy glanced at Shen Luo from the corner of her eye, and a blush suddenly appeared on her exquisite face. She recalled what Shen Luo had said to her.

If Gu Yuan could have a child, so could she.

That little brat. He's so young-what does he keep in that head of his? All day long, he thinks about this nonsense.

Even if I wanted a child, I wouldn't have one with you.

The corners of the Fire Fairy's lips curved upward, and two rosy clouds appeared on her exquisite face.

Shen Luo did not possess the Yan Clan's Dou Di bloodline.

If... just if...

If she really had a child with Shen Luo, never mind a divine-grade bloodline-even ninth grade, or eighth grade, would probably be a stretch.

Although she did not know who Gu Xun'er's mother was, the woman was certainly a member of the Gu Clan, and her bloodline grade was definitely not low.

At that thought, the Fire Fairy instinctively adjusted her robes, recalling what had happened that morning.

In Shen Luo's room, he had embraced her from behind. His hard, scorching chest had made her voluptuous body tremble uncontrollably, while the tingling between her buttocks had left her weak and limp.

"Aunt Ling, what realm would I have to reach for the Yan Clan to disregard the Dou Di bloodline?" Pressed against her back, the youth spoke each word distinctly.

The Fire Fairy frowned and turned to look at the utterly serious Shen Luo. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Dou Sheng."

"I'll reach Dou Sheng." Shen Luo's embrace tightened.

Bang!

Boom!

Several thunderous crashes and collisions rang out from the arena. Shen Luo focused his gaze on it; the four contestants had already begun fighting.

Gu Qingyang's black hair whipped wildly as mighty dou qi surged from his body like a tide.

As the Gu Clan's peerless prodigy, he bore far too many lofty expectations.

And his opponent today was one of the finest of the Soul Clan's younger generation, representing, to a certain extent, the clan's current strength and the flourishing state of its bloodline.

Dressed in blue robes, he rapidly formed seals with both hands, and the purple-gold clan mark between his brows began to blaze.

With his peak ninth-grade bloodline, Gu Qingyang was being groomed as the next Ancient Clan Chief by both the Council of Elders and the Black Annihilation Army.

A low shout escaped his throat. The power hidden within his blood seemed to awaken, and his strength soared from late-stage Four-Star Dou Zong all the way to the peak of Eight-Star Dou Zong.

"Heh, Gu Qingyang, you truly are exceptional. Unfortunately, your opponent is me."

Across from him, Hun Yu sneered as eerie black mist began sweeping over his entire body.

A speck of light shone brightly on his forehead, and his aura surged, rising from five-star Dou Zong before finally stopping at mid-stage Nine-Star Dou Zong.

"Gu Qingyang, our Soul Clan hasn't appeared in the world for a thousand years. Today, let me see just how much weight you carry as one of the Gu Clan's finest young talents."

Gu Qingyang's expression remained unchanged as mighty dou qi poured out like a tide.

The significance of this match had long since gone beyond victory or defeat between the two of them. To a certain extent, it represented the Gu Clan and the Soul Clan.

These two colossal powers were about to clash fiercely.

Everyone watching sucked in a breath of cold air. The Gu Clan against the Soul Clan?

Who truly deserved the title of foremost Emperor Clan?

Gu Qingyang and Hun Yu instantly plunged into combat. Neither yielded an inch, every punch struck flesh, and the fighting was exceptionally brutal.

On the other battlefield, Gu Xun'er wore a long dress that shaded from blue to white, her expression cool.

She wore plain white shoes, her long hair fluttering. Like a fairy untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world, she was elegantly beautiful, transcendent, and unsullied by a speck of dust.

Her figure was graceful, her steps light, her body tall and well-proportioned. Her brows resembled distant mountains brushed with dark pigment, and her eyes rippled like autumn waters.

Her nose was straight and delicately lifted, her frame slender, her skin like congealed cream.

She clashed fiercely across the battlefield with the Lei Clan's Lei Dong, who had transformed into lightning, golden flames burning in her pupils.

Lei Dong moved with extraordinary speed, silver-purple lightning patterns wrapping his entire body.

After activating his clan mark, his peak ninth-grade bloodline had brought his aura to the peak of Eight-Star Dou Zong.

He stepped lightly, thunder cracked, and he was already at Gu Xun'er's flank. Mighty dou qi gathered in his hand as he thrust his palm forward with crushing force.

"Thunder Profound Palm!"

Gu Xun'er rapidly retreated, golden flames roiling over her body as her hands formed seal after seal.

"Earth Covering Seal!"

With a sharp cry, Gu Xun'er immediately unleashed the third form of the Gu Clan's Emperor Seal Art.

She had long heard of Lei Dong.

He possessed the greatest cultivation talent the Lei Clan had seen in a thousand years. In the previous Emperor Clan Tournament, he had defeated Gu Qingyang and the Yan Clan's Young Clan Chief Huo Xuan in succession to claim first place, earning considerable renown among the younger generation of the ancient Emperor Clans.

The two powerful Dou Techniques collided head-on. An enormous shock wave of energy began spreading toward the arena's perimeter, but the spatial barrier stood firm as a fortress, trapping all the chaotic worldly energy within.

Shen Luo grabbed another handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth. "Good! Great fight! Go on, beat the hell out of each other!"

For a moment, he failed to rein in his excitement, and his voice rose a little too loudly.

Everyone around the arena turned and looked at Shen Luo impassively.