Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
"You have to believe me!" Erlong shouted at her father, but he didn't even flinch. With a heavy slam, the doors shut in her face. She stood there, frozen—defeated—unsure of what she could possibly do next.
Her so-called father had dismissed her words without hesitation, calling her insane and accusing her of cursing the clan… all because they refused to let her marry that worthless Yu Xiaogang.
"Who would want to marry that useless waste?!" Erlong spat, venom lacing every word. She belonged to Tang Yin now, yet this stubborn old fool refused to believe a single thing she said.
Huffing in frustration, she turned away and headed back toward the outer grounds of the sect. She slipped into the small house that once belonged to her late mother—the only inheritance she had left. Exhausted, she let herself collapse onto the bed, drifting into a restless, uneasy sleep.
"Nooo!… Huff… huu…"
Fire. Screams. Ruin.
Her dreams dragged her through the same burning nightmare—her clan scorched and collapsing, everything she knew reduced to ash. These visions had hunted her every night for the past month.
"If only you'd listen…" she murmured into the quiet room, voice trembling with resentment. "Maybe… maybe everyone could survive."
She spoke with a regret that hadn't yet found a place in reality—not for what had happened, but for what she feared was coming… and for a father who refused to believe a single word she said.
"Tang Yin said Spirit Hall has more than ten Titled Douluo… If they send even three…" Her voice wavered. "I don't know if I can stop them. I can only fight until the end…"
***
By evening, Tang Yin, accompanied by his lovers, finally returned to the Tang Sect. After two and a half long years away, the gates felt both familiar and subtly changed, bearing the quiet marks of time and growth.
"Sect Leader! Welcome back!" the guards called, saluting with deep reverence. Tang Yin inclined his head in acknowledgment as the massive doors swung open before him.
Behind him followed fourteen women, each exuding beauty that left onlookers breathless. In the years apart, they had matured into even more captivating versions of themselves.
Wherever they walked, eyes turned. Whispers rose and fell. All were drawn to the sight of these stunning women flanking a man whose very presence seemed to demand attention and respect.
As night deepend, exhaustion overtook them.
Tang Yin and the girls spent the evening in nothing but rest, postponing visits to the four grand elders—or any questions about the Sect's affairs—for another day.
Lingling and Yiran, too, made no effort to return to their families. They simply sank into their beds, letting sleep claim them completely.
In his absence, the Sect had flourished. Trade with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect had strengthened, and several outsiders possessing Body Spirit had been recruited.
Now, eleven young disciples bore Spirit Body martial souls—four girls and seven boys, ranging in age from six to twelve.
Following Tang Yin's instructions, the elders had invited the families of these children to settle near the Sect. Securing their families meant securing their loyalty—and making the Tang Sect not just a school, but their home.
Thanks to Tang Yin's mental influence over nobles—and even the emperor—they had access to every soul master with a Spirit Body. Even during his absence, the network he had built ensured no child of potential slipped through their grasp.
Many soul masters with Spirit Body potential had been discovered, but most were already too old. They became Outer Disciples, valued only for the potential of their future children.
Those parents who had squandered early talent on low-grade rings could never rise to the rank of Inner Disciples in their lifetime.
Tang Yin's focus on the Spirit Body was simple: they were the seeds of the Sect's future. With them, the Tang Sect would endure, even after he ascended to godhood—a legacy capable of reshaping the entire Douluo Continent.
***
"Tang Yin… I want to visit my father. Will you come with me?" Rongrong asked softly, her eyes bright with longing. She hadn't seen her father—or her grandfather—in over two years.
Tang Yin's gaze sharpened as he considered it. After a moment, he nodded. "Of course. Invite the others as well—they haven't met your family yet."
Rongrong's face lit up. She bounced with excitement, rushing off to gather her sisters. They were family now; introducing them to her father and grandfather felt only natural.
But that wasn't Tang Yin's true intention.
He knew Spirit Hall would soon strike the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. And when they did, he intended his lovers to be the ones to face them.
The confrontation would sharpen their battle instincts, fortify their resolve, and grant them the critical edge they would need before the Fifth Test.
***
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect
Ning Fengzhi took an elegant sip of tea and let out a long, weary sigh. Two and a half years—far too long since he'd last seen his daughter. The familiar ache of homesickness tightened in his chest.
Across from him sat Chen Xin and Gu Rong, both douluo wearing the same melancholic expressions. Their precious granddaughter had run off with Tang Yin—Tang Yin!—and hadn't returned since.
How could they endure five years apart?
Even though they wholeheartedly approved of the relationship… but that didn't stop the simmering resentment they still held toward the young man who had whisked her away.
Suddenly, a rising commotion rippled through the sect grounds, shattering their quiet mood.
"Is that the young miss?!" One exclaimed.
"She's grown from a little witch into a proper beauty!" another voice chimed in, full of awe.
"Who are those girls with her? Wow! So many beauties—unbelievable!"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a look before instantly rising. They strode out of the Main Hall, Ning Fengzhi following just a step behind.
At first, when their gazes landed on Ning Rongrong's distant silhouette, they feared they were hallucinating—just wishful thinking born from years of longing.
But as she drew nearer, walking beside a tall, long blue-haired handsome young man and surrounded by a crowd of stunning women, the truth hit them.
It was no illusion.
"Uncle Ning. Grandpa Chen. Grandpa Gu." Tang Yin bowed politely. The elders nodded back—warmly, but with that familiar you-stole-our-princess tension behind their smiles.
Ning Rongrong didn't give them time to brood. With a delighted squeal she darted forward and threw herself into her father's arms, catching him completely off guard.
"It seems someone missed her father more than her grandpas," Ning Fengzhi chuckled, gently brushing her hair.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged relieved glances… which immediately turned into rivalry again.
"Come now, Rongrong. To your Grandpa Gu." Bone Douluo opened his arms wide, face full of anticipation.
Chen Xin shoved him aside with all the dignity of a child fighting for candy. "Nonsense. Obviously, she'll hug me first. Grandpa Chen is her favorite."
The two elders immediately devolved into bickering, arguing like a bunch of childrens.
Rongrong looked torn… then mischievous.
Her gaze drifted to Tang Yin, and a sweet, cunning smile curved her lips. Tang Yin visibly shivered—the kind of shiver a man gives when he knows trouble is coming.
She gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly radiating the aura of a refined, grown young woman.
"Actually," she said calmly, "I choose neither."
Both Douluos froze mid-fight.
"I'm not a little girl anymore. My hugs…" Her smile blossomed—soft, lovely, dangerously sweet.
"…are only for Tang Yin." Then she slipped her arms around Tang Yin's shoulder, hugging him affectionately.
The words hit both grandfather figures like a sword to the heart.
Their smiles cracked. Their eyes dimmed. Their gazes slowly slid toward Tang Yin—sharp, dangerous, and very much declaring:
"You stole our granddaughter, and now you steal our hugs too?"
Tang Yin felt a bead of cold sweat slide down his back. These old geezers are borderline granddaughter maniacs… he cried inwardly.
Ning Fengzhi stepped in with a light cough, rescuing his future son-in-law. Tang Yin shot him a grateful nod before they all headed into the Main Hall.
Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo huffed in annoyance at Fengzhi, but as sect leader, he was the one man they couldn't argue with. Grumbling, they followed close behind.
Gu Rong smirked and immediately took the chance to jab at Tang Yin.
"Hahaha! Rongrong must've nagged this brat nonstop to finally bring her home!" he laughed triumphantly, sending Tang Yin a smug, provocative look.
Tang Yin wisely pretended he didn't hear the childish taunt.
Chen Xin nodded, stroking his chin as he added, "Of course he brought her home. Didn't we tell him that if he ever made Rongrong cry, we'd beat him up?"
The two Douluos locked eyes, united for once—then slapped a high-five like victorious kids.
As the two continued teasing Tang Yin, Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened. He recognized five of the girls immediately—they were members of the Lanba Team, the same group that had wowed the continent during the Continental Elite Young Soul Master Tournament.
Then he subtly looked over the rest one by one, trying to place each face.
So these… are all his lovers, Fengzhi realized. But when his gaze landed on Tang Yuehua, his composure finally cracked.
Isn't that… the Head of the Moon Pavilion? Tang Hao's sister!
Did Tang Yin and Tang Hao already mend their relationship? Or… does he simply not know they are aunt and nephew? I need to ask.
Outwardly, Fengzhi remained calm.
But Tang Yin—sharp-minded and constantly reading subtle shifts—caught the flicker of unnatural reaction instantly.
"Uhm… Tang Yin," Fengzhi said quietly. "Come with me for a moment. I'd like to ask you something."
Tang Yin nodded and followed him to a smaller chamber in the back of the hall. They sat facing each other. Fengzhi began subtly probing.
"Have you and your father mended your relationship yet?"
Tang Yin blinked, confused for a moment—then understood. Ning Fengzhi must have recognized Yuehua.
But Tang Yin didn't mind; Tang Yuehua hadn't revealed her identity yet, and he wasn't going to expose her on her behalf. Even during their intimate moments on the return journey, she seemed hesitant to confess—so he simply waited.
"No," Tang Yin replied flatly. "I'm never going to forgive him."
Fengzhi frowned, troubled.
Then how do I even bring this up? …Never mind. Let's chat naturally.
After a bit of small talk, he slid the real question in casually.
"May I ask… what's your relationship with the Head of the Moon Pavilion?"
"Of course," Tang Yin answered matter-of-factly. "She's my lover. We fell in love while I was studying music."
Fengzhi's breath hitched—though he hid it well. What he didn't know was that Tang Yin heard every word of his racing inner thoughts.
Nephew and Aunt?! This is a problem!
Wait… this might actually be good. If the two are mad in love, it could help mend relations between Tang Yin and the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Yin raised a brow, impressed by the plan.
Using our relationship to pull the Hao Tian Clan closer, huh…? Well, I don't hate the Clear Sky Sect that much. But I'll only leave those who don't side with Tang Hao and Tang San.
He continued listening.
Even if Tang Hao stays out of the picture, our three upper clans and the Tang Sect might be able to stand united against Spirit Hall. But I shouldn't reveal anything yet. If the Spirit Hall bares its fangs… that will be the best time.
Ning Fengzhi had been troubled by Tang Yin's strained relationship with his father for a long time. He had planned to unite the three upper clans, and Tang Yin was the perfect bridge—especially with Erlong and his own daughter as Tang Yin's lovers.
Now, finally, that possibility felt within reach.
Tang Yin silently agreed with every word of Fenzhi's internal monologue and even praised him inwardly. As expected of the wise leader. He's even willing to break tradition if it means achieving a better future.
Meanwhile—
Chen Xin and Gu Rong froze in stunned disbelief at the two red soul rings adorning Rongrong's seventh and eighth positions.
Upon closer inspection, they realized she had already reached Level 85. Level 85?! Are you kidding me?!
Their minds raced. Even the most talented soul masters only became Soul Douluos in their late twenties or early thirties… and Rongrong was only eighteen!
Not only that, her soul ring configuration—two purple, four black, and two red—was strikingly exceptional, impossible to ignore.
They gulped and glanced at the other girls, who appeared perfectly calm. That calmness only made their hearts pound faster—if these girls weren't surprised, it could only mean they, too, possessed extraordinary rings.
Red rings… they signify potential, limitless potential. And this future… their future could surpass anyone else.
Even Qian Douluo, the Spirit Hall priest said to be the strongest living Titled Douluo, had only one red ring. Rongrong? She might have at least three.
Chen Xin's thoughts churned, bitter and sharp. If I'd had even one red soul ring… I might have avenged my father. Qian Douluo… he gravely wounded my father, leading to his death.
I don't even stand a chance… my soul ring configuration… my potential is far too limited, he lamented inwardly.
As his frown deepened, Gu Rong glanced at him, a sudden understanding flickering in his eyes. He gently nudged Ning Rongrong. Quick-witted as ever, she immediately hugged him, worry clear in her voice.
"Grandpa… what's wrong?"
Chen Xin shook his head, banishing the dark thoughts. A warm smile spread across his face—Rongrong had hugged him first.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just happy to see my Rongrong become so capable."
He shot a smug look at Gu Rong, who instantly scowled in annoyance.
***