"Little Chili, we're home."
Lu Yuan carefully carried Liu Erlong's fiery body into the room, laying her down on the soft bedding.
His eyes darted to her torn jacket, and his lips twitched. "Couldn't even wait until we were indoors? You're too impatient. What is this, a show from the animal kingdom?"
But before he could finish his muttering, her hand latched onto his arm, firm despite the drunken haze clouding her gaze. Her face was flushed, her breath heavy, and her blurred eyes looked at him as if he were someone else entirely.
"Take me…" she whispered hoarsely, each word a plea soaked in wine.
"Little Chili?" Lu Yuan blinked, stunned.
But her hand tightened, desperation in the grip. "I want it! Now!"
Lu Yuan's chest tightened. Her words, her tone… they weren't really aimed at him. Through her wine-clouded vision, she wasn't seeing him. She was seeing Yu Xiaogang.
This… is a mess.
Lu Yuan wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what was happening. Yet while part of him wanted to push her away, another part couldn't deny the chaotic passion pouring from her trembling voice.
…
Hours blurred into night.
…
A muffled sound broke the air.
"Pu…!"
Liu Erlong bit her lip until it turned scarlet. Her voice, soft as silk yet trembling with shame, nearly escaped but she swallowed it back.
Her hair stuck to her flushed face, and her eyes glimmered with tears and confusion.
"…Little… Just… hang me up again?" she stammered incoherently.
Lu Yuan rubbed the back of his head, dazed. "Anus? What?"
He thought back—did she say earlier she wanted to be… "hung up"?
Forget it. He shook his head. With her this drunk, half her words didn't make sense.
…
Meanwhile, far away in Martial Soul City, the atmosphere was deadly cold.
Outside the Papal Palace, two imposing figures strolled under shadowy lantern light.
"Old ghost," Chrysanthemum Douluo (Yueguan) sighed softly, "what do you think's going on with the Pope lately? This is already the third scout team sent out and wiped clean. Do you know how hard it is to train a batch of Soul Emperors? She just spends them like copper coins…"
"Stop talking nonsense," Ghost Douluo murmured, his voice rasping in the dark. "This is the Pope's will. We do what we're told. Talking carelessly about such matters? Misfortune begins at the mouth."
Yueguan shrugged, lips twitching bitterly. "As long as the blade doesn't fall on us. That's good enough."
Suddenly, their steps halted. Both stiffened, eyes snapping toward a dark corner. "Who's there?!"
The shadows shifted.
"It's me, two Elders."
From the gloom, Qian Renxue stepped forward, her golden gaze gleaming in the moonlight even beneath her disguise.
Their expressions shifted at once, and they both lowered their heads in respect. "Miss!"
For years she had remained hidden deep inside the Heaven Dou Empire, never once contacting Martial Soul City directly. For her to suddenly arrive here… something serious must have happened.
"Don't waste time," Qian Renxue said coolly. "I'm here about the incident more than ten years ago—between my father and Tang Hao."
The faces of the two Titled Douluos darkened instantly. Every muscle froze.
That forbidden name. That forbidden night.
Back then, the Martial Soul Palace had suffered its deepest humiliation, crushed beneath Tang Hao's hammer. They had sworn never to let that disgrace resurface.
But Qian Renxue's gaze was sharp, not the naïve girl of years past. She studied the flickers in their eyes and pressed on, her tone unwavering.
"That year… wasn't it all for the sake of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? A Blue Silver Emperor?"
Both Yueguan and Ghost flinched violently. Their lips parted, but silence bound them.
She smiled faintly. That was enough confirmation.
"Thank you." Her words carried weight even without a reply.
She knew now her suspicions were correct. The sacrifice of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. Tang Hao. The events that tore open that bloody night… and the reason Tang San was born with twin Martial Souls.
With a subtle wave, shadowed guards slunk from behind her. "Go. Watch Tang San for me. Every step, every breath—report."
Two voices whispered back as one. "Yes!"
…
At dawn, sunlight painted Tiandou City gold.
"…Haah—tons, tons, tons—ahhh."
Lu Yuan tilted back a clay wine jar, gulping down mouthful after mouthful. His throat burned, but it felt strangely empty without the weight of last night's chaos.
His eyes flicked toward the bed.
There, tangled in thin sheets, lay Liu Erlong's delicate form.
The sight made his lips twitch. He sighed softly and tugged the blanket higher, covering her bared skin.
"Mm…" A pained groan slipped from her lips. She stirred, rubbing her back with one hand. "Why does my waist ache so badly?"
Her hazy eyes opened, only to fall on a blurry vision of Lu Yuan drinking casually across the room, sunlight catching the edge of his jaw.
"…Lu Yuan."
The name hissed from her mouth like venom. Her chest heaved, heart pounding furiously.
"You bastard!!"
In a flash she jolted upright, clutching at her quilt in disbelief. Every nerve screamed. Her face drained of color at the realization.
He… he had stripped her. More than that—her aching body told her plenty.
"You bastard!!" Her voice shook, sharp with fury and shame.
Lu Yuan blinked, still mid-drink, confused. "Huh? Little Chili, why so angry now? Yesterday, didn't we… treat each other honestly?"
His brows furrowed. "Shouldn't this make our relationship closer? Why are you glaring at me like I robbed your house?"
"You destroyed me! My innocence is gone in your hands!" she barked, trembling as rage and humiliation boiled in her chest.
Lu Yuan coughed into his hand. "…Destroyed? That's unfair. Last night, you stripped yourself, climbed onto me, and even—" He waved vaguely. "Well, you get the idea."
Liu Erlong froze, flashes of blurry memories surfacing through wine-hazed gaps. Her own body moving. Her face heating. Her shameful initiative. It was true she had thrown herself at him.
Her fists clenched, chest rising and falling violently. "You bastard tricked me! You—!"
"Little Chili, don't misremember. You were the one who kept making those… strange requests."
"Shut up!" She cut him off, her voice almost cracking.
Her eyes burned with tears, cheeks flooding red. Shameful fragments replayed in her head. Socks. Embarrassing swaying movements. Utter humiliation.
"I hate you!!"
Rage and self-consciousness bled together as energy exploded off her body.
The room distorted with hot waves of dragon flame. Her fists lit, surging with blue fire. With a roar, she launched her strike at Lu Yuan's back.
But his body tilted with fluid ease. His palm shot out like an eagle's claw, catching her wrist mid-swing. In one smooth motion, he pulled her flush against him, wrapping her fiery figure tight in his arms.
Her breath caught.
"Enough, Little Chili." His voice was low, calm, steady. "We don't need to fight anymore. After last night, we're something else now. If you want to drink in the future… come to me."
His fingers skimmed across her flushed cheek, sending a shiver up her spine.
"Let me go!" she growled, struggling viciously.
"I will. But only if you don't fight anymore." His tone sharpened as his gaze flicked upward. He pointed at a rope hanging across the beam. "Otherwise… I'll tie you up right there again."
Liu Erlong's whole body stiffened.
Her voice cracked into a snarl. "What? You—you bastard!! You really did hang me up last night?!"
Lu Yuan smirked faintly. "So you remember now?"
Her silver teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached.
"Lu Yuan! If you dare breathe a word of this outside—if a single syllable gets out—my old lady and you will never die together!"
The air trembled with her fury. Shame and dangerous fire danced across her body.
Lu Yuan only chuckled softly, taking another sip from his jar.
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