This time, merely revealing the true face of Tang Hao had yielded such rich rewards.
If he were to spill the secrets of Tang San's twin spirits, Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beast, the secret of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind Ning Rongrong, and the messy royal affairs of Dai Mubai and Zhuqing...
Wouldn't the activity of the Chat Group explode every single time?
Wouldn't the rewards be endless?
"The path to godhood for the Blue Silver Emperor, it seems, is within reach."
Lu Ming drew a clear blueprint for his own future.
He glanced at the interface of the Chat Group; a night had passed, and the messages inside were still refreshing constantly.
The people in the group were clearly still immersed in the shock and anger of Tang Hao's hypocritical face being exposed, and the cursing directed at him had not stopped.
And after the fermentation of last night, the information that Tang San was the son of Tang Hao had also deeply taken root in people's hearts.
Lu Ming estimated the time; that group from Shrek should be arriving at Blue Tyrant Academy soon.
He stood up, tidied his clothes, and prepared to go find Liu Erlong.
Having caused such a big commotion, with his spirit power skyrocketing and his Spirit evolving, he had to let his "mother" know, lest she still worry about his "trash Spirit."
...
Meanwhile.
Blue Tyrant Academy, the inner room of the dean's office.
This was Erlong's boudoir, furnished simply yet warmly, with a faint, pleasant fragrance like ambergris permeating the air.
Liu Erlong leaned obliquely on the soft bed, her long fire-red hair spread out like a waterfall, forming a stark contrast with the snow-white sheets.
She only wore a loose silk nightgown, the neckline slightly open, revealing a small patch of delicate skin and exquisite collarbones.
Those long, toned, and explosive jade legs were crossed together.
Outlining breathtaking curves, the full figure faintly visible beneath the silk robe, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
At this moment, this usually hot-tempered female dean was furrowing her beautiful brows, staring at the Chat Group interface in front of her.
"Tang Hao..."
She whispered this name, her eyes full of disdain and anger.
How much she had once respected this Clear Sky Douluo, regarding him as a hero who resisted Spirit Hall.
But now it seemed, he was nothing more than a despicable villain who relied on deceiving women and draining his wife of all value to climb to the top!
Thinking of the theoretical master Yu Xiaogang, whom she admired the most, actually being a loyal fan of such a person, Liu Erlong felt a wave of disgust.
Birds of a feather flock together.
If Tang Hao was a hypocrite, then what about Yu Xiaogang?
Was he truly sincere towards her? Or did he have other motives?
Once this thought arose, it was like wild grass growing rampant, impossible to suppress.
The more she thought, the more irritable Liu Erlong became.
Her slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.
[Gentle Fire Dragon: Tang Hao is really not a man, I regret respecting him so much in the past! Like father, like son, that Tang San must not be a good person either?!]
Her message immediately stirred up ripples.
[Bunny is the Cutest: Tang Hao is a bad person, what does that have to do with Tang San?]
Seeing this message, Xiao Wu immediately couldn't help but defend her Third Brother.
[Little Demoness: Exactly! Although Tang San is the son of a Spirit Beast, I have met him, he is pure and clean, definitely a good person?!]
Ning Rongrong also echoed.
Watching these people defend Tang San, Liu Erlong curled her lips in disdain.
A bunch of little girls who hadn't experienced the malice of the world.
A demon like Tang Hao, who was so cunning and vicious that he could use his own wife and child as pawns—how good could the son he raised be?
"Naive."
Liu Erlong snorted coldly, just as she was about to send something else, she heard a voice from outside the door.
"Teacher Erlong!"
It was Lu Ming.
The voice was clear and full of energy, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
Liu Erlong put away her inner gloom, sat up from the bed, and casually draped the dean's uniform jacket over herself, covering her alluring sight.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Lu Ming's figure appeared at the doorway.
The young man stood tall, and overnight, his temperament seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation, with more composure and confidence between his brows.
"Xiao Ming, so early, is your cultivation finished?"
Liu Erlong looked at him with a soft smile on her face, the irritability and haze in her eyes replaced by tenderness.
This was the child she had raised by herself, one of the few attachments she had in this world.
"Yes, it's finished."
Lu Ming nodded with a smile and walked into the room.
Liu Erlong stood up, habitually walked in front of him, and reached out to tidy his slightly wrinkled collar.
She had a tall figure, and even though Lu Ming had grown quite a bit now, she was still a bit taller than him.
As she approached, that unique body scent became clearer, making one's heart flutter slightly.
Lu Ming's gaze swept over inadvertently.
Although Liu Erlong had put on a jacket, she was still wearing that silk nightgown underneath, which only reached her thighs.
When she stood up straight, those straight and slender beautiful legs were exposed to the air without reservation, the skin tight, the lines smooth, full of a healthy and wild beauty that made one marvel at the Creator's wonder.
"Let's go, same old routine, let me see if you've been slacking off in your cultivation recently."
Liu Erlong patted Lu Ming's shoulder and walked towards the outdoor training ground first.
This was their daily routine.
Liu Erlong, this Spirit Saint powerhouse, personally guided Lu Ming's cultivation and checked his progress in spirit power.
Lu Ming smiled and followed.
On the training ground.
Liu Erlong stood to the side with her arms crossed, her long fire-red hair fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.
"Xiao Ming, release your Spirit and spirit power, let me see."
She said, her tone carrying a hint of expectation.
"Okay."
Lu Ming responded without any hesitation.
He raised his right hand, a thought moving in his mind.
Hum!
A strange plant, entirely wreathed in purple energy with golden patterns on its leaves, slowly bloomed in his palm.
Noble, mysterious, and full of the breath of life.
"This is..."
The smile on Liu Erlong's face instantly froze.
Her eyes widened suddenly, staring fixedly at the Spirit in Lu Ming's hand.
Is this still that Blue Silver Grass that was determined to be a trash Spirit?
What is this noble aura, this pressure of ruling the world?
Did the Spirit mutate?
Before she could recover from the shock of the Spirit's change, an even more jaw-dropping scene occurred.
Yellow, Yellow, Black!
Three spirit rings rose from under Lu Ming's feet in sequence.
When she saw the deep black light of the third spirit ring, Liu Erlong felt her breathing stop.
Ten-thousand-year!
The third spirit ring was actually a ten-thousand-year spirit ring!
How is this possible?!
How could a person's body withstand the energy impact of a ten-thousand-year spirit ring at the third ring?!