Thinking about his grand plan, a glint of sharpness flashed in Dai Chengfeng's eyes. "If I can truly achieve it… at that time, my foundation will surpass not only Tang San and Bibi Dong…"
"The entire Douluo Continent, and even the gods above…"
"Hmph!"
"At that moment, you'll all know what true genius really is!"
He didn't know how long he sat there in silent contemplation.
Every detail of the sacrifice, every possible variable, and specific countermeasures were meticulously reviewed and refined over and over again.
Only when he was fully confident, having organized all his plans into a clear roadmap in his mind, did Dai Chengfeng finally nod with satisfaction.
"This is enough!"
Dai Chengfeng smiled and lowered his head, planting another gentle kiss on Qiu'er's soft, fragrant hair.
Then, he carefully laid the sleeping girl down on the bed, preparing to rise.
"Mmm~"
However, the sleeping girl seemed to sense Dai Chengfeng's movement, letting out a faint whimper.
A cool, soft little hand suddenly emerged from beneath the blanket, unexpectedly grabbing onto the hem of his robe.
The grip wasn't strong, but it was firm and unyielding.
Dai Chengfeng froze mid-motion, his breathing becoming as light as possible.
He looked down at Qiu'er.
Qiu'er was still lost in her dreams, her long lashes casting small fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks.
Sunlight filtered through the gauzy window, flowing over her pale hand, the knuckles slightly whitened. A muffled murmur escaped her lips: "Don't go~"
Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, slowly leaning down. His cool lips brushed near Qiu'er's ear, his warm breath ruffling a few strands of her mischievous hair.
"Be good. Sleep. I have something to do and will be back soon."
Dai Chengfeng gently held the small hand clutching his robe, his thumb stroking her smooth hand twice.
Perhaps Qiu'er heard him, for her fingers slowly loosened their grip on his robe, sliding back under the warm folds of the blanket.
Dai Chengfeng didn't get up immediately.
He stared at Qiu'er's sleeping profile, ensuring her expression was peaceful and serene before exhaling softly.
Finally, he adjusted the thin blanket that had slipped off her shoulder, making sure nothing was amiss, before straightening up.
In an instant, the lingering warmth and affection on his handsome face vanished, replaced by the cold composure of an imperial prince and strategist.
"Next, it's time to meet Liu Erlong."
Dai Chengfeng smoothed out his slightly wrinkled robe and smirked. "And while I'm at it, I'll casually reveal Yu Xiaogang's location to her so she can deliver the Soul-Forming Pill to him as soon as possible…"
"Hmph, don't waste all my efforts!"
"And I can also try casually dropping the 'fact' that Yu Xiaogang came to Spirit City not out of desperation but to reconnect with Bibi Dong, driven by unresolved feelings… to this fiery-tempered dragon woman."
At this thought, Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened, carrying a dark understanding of human nature.
"As long as her love turns to hate, or jealousy and resentment overwhelm her mind, causing her to lose control…"
Dai Chengfeng raised his hand slightly, a wisp of intangible, malevolent Rakshasa divine power appearing in his palm. "That suppressed Rakshasa divine power within her might seize the opportunity to corrupt her…"
At this thought, a flicker of anticipation gleamed in Dai Chengfeng's eyes.
"If I can truly use the Rakshasa divine power to fully corrupt Liu Erlong—the principal of Blue Tyrant (Lanba) Academy, one-third of the Golden Iron Triangle, and Yu Xiaogang's cousin and former lover—hmph…"
"The scene will surely be… very interesting!"
Dai Chengfeng chuckled, suppressing the rising anticipation in his eyes.
Without looking back, he walked out of the room. His figure disappeared around the ornate corridor of the Spirit Hall, heading toward the stronghold of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan within Spirit City.
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Under the morning light, Dai Chengfeng strolled alone through the bustling streets of Spirit City.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps between towering Gothic-style buildings, casting interwoven patches of light and shadow on the ground.
The air was filled with the unique blend of soul power and spice aromas, mingled with the faint sound of blacksmiths hammering and vendors shouting…
The closer he got to the noble district, the wider and cleaner the streets became, and the flow of people grew sparse and reserved.
Soon, Dai Chengfeng arrived at the entrance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold. The tall walls and tightly shut gates isolated the outside noise.
Since he had been here before, Dai Chengfeng simply pushed open the slightly ajar gate.
"Aunt? Are you back?"
As soon as he entered the courtyard, a young man's voice, tinged with urgency and anticipation, rang out.
Dai Chengfeng raised his eyes, feeling slightly surprised.
Instead of Liu Erlong, who he expected to see, sitting at the stone table in the courtyard was Yu Tianheng, the current prodigy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
At this moment, Yu Tianheng also noticed Dai Chengfeng. His hopeful expression froze instantly, transforming into undisguised astonishment and disdain.
"Yu Tianheng, what are you doing here? Where's Erlong?"
Before Yu Tianheng could answer, Dai Chengfeng casually scanned the somewhat desolate courtyard and asked curiously.
However, Dai Chengfeng's words were like a spark thrown into a powder keg.
Yu Tianheng abruptly stood up, his face flushing slightly. "Dai Chengfeng! That's my question to you!"
"How dare you act like you belong here? This is my family's stronghold! You, uninvited, repeatedly intruding! You're not welcome here—leave immediately!"
His voice was almost a low growl, his chest heaving.
It couldn't be helped.
After all, just thinking about how this man—who had stolen his beloved Dugu Yan—had been seen yesterday embracing his aunt Liu Erlong, with her seemingly smitten with him…
Yu Tianheng felt utterly humiliated.
But in response to Yu Tianheng's demand to leave, Dai Chengfeng wore an expression as if he were listening to a neighbor's child throwing a tantrum.
Not only did he not retreat, but he leisurely walked over to the stone table. Under Yu Tianheng's icy, wary gaze, he calmly sat down on the stone bench opposite him.
Reaching out, he picked up a clean porcelain cup from the table, elegantly pouring himself a sip of lukewarm tea with utmost composure, as if he were in his own home rather than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold.
Dai Chengfeng lifted the teacup, sniffed the aroma lightly, then raised his eyelids to look at the fuming Yu Tianheng standing before him.
A particularly irritating smirk lingered on his lips.
"Tsk," Dai Chengfeng drawled lazily, "Yu Tianheng, feeling itchy? Your audacity has grown since we last met."
"How dare you talk to your uncle like that?"
The word "uncle" thundered in Yu Tianheng's ears like two deafening claps of lightning!
He wanted to retort, to angrily denounce Dai Chengfeng's audacity and shamelessness, to declare that his aunt Liu Erlong wasn't married yet, so where did this so-called "uncle" come from?!
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