Shrek City, Sea God Island.
"Mm... big brother... do we really have to do this?"
A muffled moan came from inside the room.
"Of course... my dear little sister, you promised me, and besides, you still owe me a lot of debts."
"Na'er, you wouldn't want your master to find out about your debts, would you?"
The teasing male voice fell silent.
The room fell quiet.
After a long while, a soft sigh rang out.
"All right... big brother... come on..."
"I'll let you ride me around the room a couple of times. It's just a game of horseback riding, isn't it? I agree."
As her voice faded, a rustling came from the room.
At the entrance to the courtyard residence stood a somewhat forlorn figure. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with red hair and prominent chest muscles that radiated strength.
Yet the burly man could barely stay on his feet. His body trembled slightly, as though he might collapse at any moment.
This was the renowned Zhuo Shi.
He was Wu Changkong's teacher, the Red Dragon Douluo of Shrek Academy.
His eyes were somewhat vacant as he stared at the door, and his lips trembled lightly.
"Does it really feel good to do it like this?"
Na'er's barely audible voice reached Zhuo Shi's ears, making him shudder all over. His vacant eyes snapped back into focus.
"You wretched disciple! How could you do such a thing!"
Rage blazed in Zhuo Shi's eyes. He could barely keep his emotions in check.
Zhuo Shi strode forward, nearly pressing himself against the door, but forcibly stopped himself from reaching out.
No, I can't just burst in... this... this...
Zhuo Shi fell into deep thought. The one doing some unknown thing with Na'er inside the room was his youngest disciple, Qing Linyun.
It would also affect Na'er's reputation.
What a fucking beast!
Zhuo Shi thought bitterly. He slammed a fist against the door and stormed away. He would tell the Holy Spirit Douluo about this.
She would step in to resolve the matter.
As for why he didn't tell Atlas Douluo Yun Ming, that was simple too: he was afraid Yun Ming would poke a couple of holes in his precious disciple.
As for keeping it hidden, he had never even considered it. If Yun Ming and the others found out first, his disciple really would be planted in Sea God Lake like a radish.
"Who! Who's at the door!"
Inside the room, Qing Linyun looked toward the door, startled and suspicious. The pounding had indeed scared him and dampened his enthusiasm somewhat.
"What's wrong, Brother Linyun?"
"Nothing."
Qing Linyun shook his head and looked down at the obedient Na'er lying beneath him.
He chuckled softly and rubbed Na'er's head.
Na'er was only seven or eight, so she didn't have the breathtaking beauty and mature charm of the Dragon Spear Goddess from the middle and later parts of the original story.
Instead, she had more of a child's unique cuteness, though her potential to become a beauty was already showing.
Especially now, as Na'er lay on the floor and turned her head slightly, blinking her purple eyes adorably before speaking with a hint of displeasure.
"Big brother, you really are a little heavy."
"I think you're the only one having fun. I'm not having any fun at all."
Qing Linyun, who was riding on Na'er's back, grinned and casually rubbed her head with both hands, mussing her neatly combed hair.
"Na'er, you just don't understand, do you?"
"You have to take your time experiencing this sort of thing. Rhythm is very important."
"Going fast and slow by turns feels the best."
Ahem... I believe that, as upright gentlemen, most people certainly wouldn't get the wrong idea. Anyone who did should go face a wall and reflect on their thoughts.
Qing Linyun had only wanted to indulge in being a dragon rider, and had merely asked Na'er to play a game of horseback riding with him.
But Qing Linyun wore a wicked grin as he said it, clearly harboring some ill intentions.
His uniquely youthful good looks combined with that slightly wicked smile to produce a distinctive bearing.
"Really? Then I'll give it a try."
Na'er nodded thoughtfully.
Then the horseback riding resumed.
"Big brother, you lied to me. You're so heavy, riding on my back. How could I possibly have fun?"
Before long, Na'er started complaining again.
Qing Linyun was eight years older than Na'er. At fifteen, he already had the build of a tall adult man. With that much weight bearing down on Na'er, it was no wonder she complained.
But this also showed Na'er's astonishing physical constitution.
Carrying Qing Linyun's weight on her back, she had still managed to take him around the room several times. That was no easy feat. As expected of the Silver Dragon King's avatar, she was truly astonishing.
I can count this as being a dragon rider, but I wonder when Na'er will be able to take on a dragon's true form. Riding Na'er through the sky then-that would really be exhilarating.
As a transmigrator, I haven't disgraced all my predecessors. I'm a man who's ridden the Silver Dragon King now, too.
Qing Linyun continued to indulge in his fantasies.
But seeing Na'er grow increasingly unhappy, he could only smile helplessly. He was just about to say something when he suddenly froze.
The next moment, a violent force blasted him off Na'er and sent him crashing heavily into the wall beside him, leaving a huge, human-shaped dent.
Qing Linyun's vision darkened, his head buzzed, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Though he had no time to think, he still activated his Martial Soul in an instant.
The next moment, from behind him,
A pair of enormous dark-purple wings slowly spread, giving off a terrifying presence and pressure that sent chills down the spine.
At the same time, Qing Linyun's body underwent a tremendous change. A tiger-shaped phantom slowly emerged around him.
The character for "king," brimming with wickedness, slowly formed between Qing Linyun's brows, faint black lines flowing across it.
At the same time, a nearly two-meter-long scorpion tail slowly appeared, trailing behind Qing Linyun and radiating a terrifying presence.
At this point, Qinglin's injuries were healing at an extremely rapid pace.
He slowly opened his eyes. His once-gentle, youthful gaze had turned wicked and terrifying, his eyes becoming dark-purple tiger eyes.
Martial Soul: Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
One of the world's very finest super Martial Souls, without equal.
Beneath him, seven Soul Rings appeared in succession: black, black, black, black, red, red, red, displaying his strength as a Seven-Ring Soul Sage.
"What is it, Qing Linyun? You've really grown capable, haven't you?"
"Are you even thinking of attacking me?"
A gentle, cool female voice slowly rang out. Qing Linyun shuddered almost reflexively, and his somewhat darkened eyes slowly focused on the person who had struck him.
"Sister Ya Li? What brings you here?"
"And Master too? You..."
Unlike her usual affectionate self, Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li stood with her arms crossed, looking at Qing Linyun with extreme severity and anger. Beside him, Zhuo Shi looked at Qing Lingyun with disappointment and a trace of heartache.
"Come clean to the Holy Spirit Douluo."
"That way, you can still receive a lighter punishment."
Qing Linyun wasn't the only one who was bewildered. Na'er, who had just gotten up from the floor, was bewildered too. She looked helplessly at the injured Qing Linyun, then at the angry, heartbroken Holy Spirit Douluo and Zhuo Shi beside him. She didn't understand what was happening.
"Na'er, come here. Come over to me and let me take a good look at you."
The Holy Spirit Douluo turned her gaze to Na'er, who had just gotten up from the floor. Na'er walked numbly over to her.
"Good child, did Qing Linyun bully you?"
Hearing this, Qing Linyun finally realized what was going on.
Oh no, this is bad. That old fellow Zhuo Shi must have been eavesdropping and got everything mixed up. Now I'm in trouble.
As he thought this, Qing Linyun looked at Zhuo Shi in disbelief, seemingly asking whether the old man's conscience hurt after he had talked such nonsense without regard for the consequences.
"You rascal, we've caught you red-handed, and you still won't humbly admit your mistake! You really are incorrigible! Are you trying to make me die of anger?"
Zhuo Shi took Qing Linyun's disbelieving look as a blatant provocation, and he was furious.
"Uh... Brother Linyun didn't bully me."
"See! Even Na'er says you bullied me... Huh? What?"
Zhuo Shi froze.
The Holy Spirit Douluo frowned as well. She had been so furious just now that she hadn't paid particular attention to Na'er's condition.
Now, as she looked at Na'er, she too noticed the problem.
Why was Na'er so neat and tidy? Her complexion was quite rosy too; she didn't look as though she had just suffered.
Most importantly, she didn't look as though she had just lost her virginity. Instead, only her clothes were a little dirty and disheveled.
"I said, big brother didn't bully me."
"He just had me be his mount and rode me for a little while."
"And that's because I owe him some debts."