Douluo Dalu (Soul Land): Shadow Monarch

In the room of Liu Erlong, a middle-aged man with a crew cut lay on the bed, his face pale. His expression was somewhat dazed, and there was a strange odor around him. A faint water stain lingered at the corner of his mouth.

This man was Yu Xiaogang. It had been half a day since the incident in the infirmary, and he had no recollection of what he had experienced. He vaguely remembered that the faucet had seemed to burst, soaking him completely.

As for everything else, he was left unaware. When he was carried out by Flender and Liu Erlong, he felt a sharp pain in his backside, as if he had fallen from a great height.

"Xiaogang, don't hide from me anymore. Look at you now—what is this?" Liu Erlong reached out as if to stroke the Master's face, but when she saw the mark at the corner of his mouth, she retracted her hand.

"Alas, Erlong, this is my fault." Flender lowered his head, sighed, and smiled wryly. "If I hadn't sent Xiaogang to take care of Hongjun and check his evil fire issue, this wouldn't have happened. I failed in my guidance."

Upon hearing this, the Master's dazed expression gradually focused. He turned stiffly to Flender and said, "Flender, don't blame Ma Hongjun for this. It was my slow reaction that allowed him to be controlled by the evil fire; it was a forced situation."

"Xiaogang, thank you." Flender grasped the Master's hand firmly and said earnestly, "You need to rest well. I'll take my leave now."

With that, Flender left the room. Before he exited, he exchanged a knowing glance with Liu Erlong and then closed the door behind him.

Now, only the Master and Liu Erlong remained in the room. The Master, adhering to the mindset that she was his sister and that he shouldn't do anything to her, instinctively turned his head away, not wanting to see Liu Erlong's face.

Their time alone together stirred memories the Master wished to avoid. In the past, he and Liu Erlong had almost become newlyweds, but unexpected circumstances had intervened.

To escape reality, he fled to a rural area to avoid everything, but now, Liu Erlong had reappeared before him. Despite his desire to run away, the pain in his backside rendered him unable to get out of bed; he could only turn his head away from her.

Not only had the two romantic relationships he had in his youth plunged him into a deep abyss, but the women he loved were also trapped in it. No one would have expected that the woman he loved was actually his cousin. The Master felt his heart twist with confusion, not knowing how to navigate the situation.

At that moment, a pair of somewhat cold hands wrapped around his body, causing the Master to stiffen instantly.

Unbeknownst to him, Liu Erlong had slipped under the covers and embraced him without permission. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a soft voice, "Xiaogang, is being with me really so painful for you?"

"Don't you know how deep my feelings for you have been over the years? For you, I rejected many men. I haven't even seen my father in all this time. Do you really have the heart to abandon me?"

Upon hearing this, the Master's fists instinctively clenched tighter under the covers. Liu Erlong's father, his uncle, had forcibly intervened to separate them; otherwise, how could he have abandoned Liu Erlong? If it weren't for her father, how could their situation have escalated to this point? Yes, all of this stemmed from Liu Erlong's father—Yu Luomian!

At this moment, the pent-up resentment within the Master found an outlet. His stiff body softened as he turned his head, only to find Liu Erlong acting boldly, even daring to…

Seeing the Master turn around, Liu Erlong felt a surge of joy. She had been in love with this man for over a decade and could no longer contain her feelings.

"Xiaogang, I have waited for you for over twenty years. No matter what, I won't let you go this time." Liu Erlong said softly, "I won't be timid anymore. Ma Hongjun did something like that to you, and you endured it. I won't endure any longer; I must have your body."

"No, Erlong, have you lost your mind?" The Master, drenched in cold sweat from her words, hurriedly explained, "That was just an accident. Do you understand what an accident is?"

"Xiaogang, I'm not crazy. I've waited from a blooming girl to an aging woman for you. Do you still want to torment me? Is worldly prejudice really that important to you? This time, I won't let you leave." As she spoke, Liu Erlong leaned in closer to the Master.

Faced with such a provocative scene, no matter how much the Master outwardly rejected her, deep inside, his resentment toward Yu Luomian intensified. His eyes filled with bloodshot desire as he gazed at Liu Erlong.

It seemed that only by punishing Liu Erlong, the daughter of Yu Luomian, could he find a release for the resentment in his heart.

At this moment, under Liu Erlong's alluring advance, the Master's breathing grew heavy and labored, and his rigid hands unconsciously reached out.

But just as he was about to touch her, his guilty conscience urged him to withdraw. However, in that critical moment, Liu Erlong grasped his hand and pressed it down.

Suddenly, the Master stiffened, unable to believe what was happening. He looked at Liu Erlong, whose eyes were filled with a flame that clouded his mind.

Then, the Master's breath quickened, and warmth surged from his nose. Before he could react, the door to Liu Erlong's room was kicked open with a loud bang, the terrifying force shattering the door panel.

"What are you… doing?"

A middle-aged man in black strode into the room, his aura exuding a cold menace. Behind him followed Flender, who dared not utter a word.

This man was Yu Luomian, the second head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family. He had come today to investigate rumors about the renaming of the Blue Tyrant Academy, hoping to see the school and his daughter.

However, upon entering the academy, he saw Flender exiting Liu Erlong's room. In a mix of shock and anger, he used his formidable strength to seize Flender and interrogated him about what he had done.

Flender hadn't initially intended to disclose anything to Yu Luomian, but when he recognized the man's identity, he stammered out that Liu Erlong was caring for the Master, leading to the current situation.

The sudden commotion caused the Master, who had been on the brink of enjoyment, to stiffen at the familiar face he saw. He almost shouted in fear.

"U-Uncle, you…" The Master trembled as he called out, and upon hearing "Uncle," Liu Erlong's face turned as pale as death.

"Get out of here!" Seeing the Master lying with his daughter, Yu Luomian's fury ignited, and a terrifying pressure burst forth, sending the covers flying off the two of them.

As the covers fell to the ground, Yu Luomian observed everything, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the two disheveled figures. An invisible murderous intent radiated from him, and eight soul rings rose from beneath his feet, indicating that he was ready to kill.

No father wishes to witness his daughter in such a situation, and Yu Luomian was no exception. The Master, instead of retreating, kept his hand resting on Liu Erlong, escalating Yu Luomian's murderous intent.

Yet, what Yu Luomian didn't know was that the Master wasn't refusing to withdraw his hand; it was merely that he was so frightened upon seeing Yu Luomian that he felt as if he had lost his soul. The sight of those soul rings made it impossible for him to muster the courage to speak.

"Yu Xiaogang, tell me how you plan to die!" Yu Luomian's gaze was ice-cold, fixed on the Master's pale face, his fists clenched tightly, crackling ominously.