Holding the crystal-clear little pill in her hand, Dai Yun'er froze.
Then, as if a terrible image flashed through her mind, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Taking a little pill during intercourse—whatever mental image that conjured up clearly wasn't something wholesome.
When Dai Yun'er imagined herself in that scene, having taken the pill, she looked absolutely miserable.
As her thoughts drifted, the once sunny and cheerful boy she had secretly admired—Tang Wulin—began to fade in her mind, his high-definition romantic filter starting to crack.
With a kind of tragic heroism, she swallowed the crystal-clear little pill.
This caused the previously expressionless Tang Wulin to twitch at the corner of his eye.
He opened his mouth and explained, "Don't overthink. It's just a Qingxin Pill (Clarity Heart Pill)."
As if to prove his point, Tang Wulin immediately swallowed an identical Qingxin Pill himself.
"I already have someone I like. And it's not you."
"Even if she… changes… no matter what she becomes, I'll still love her."
However, when he thought of Gu Yuena, images of the campus beauty, Senior Sister Ouyang Zixin, kept flashing in his mind.
"So, you're not planning to… with me…" Dai Yun'er's voice held a strange emotion.
A mix of relief that the romantic filter of her girlish crush had somehow been restored, and a deeper, unspoken, indescribable feeling.
Tang Wulin said nothing. He just sat to the side, his fist clenched slightly.
"The Qingxin Pill we just took isn't ordinary. It's the highest quality Qingxin and Desire-Quelling Pill I can currently obtain. It maximizes mental clarity. Hopefully, it works."
Just as sons understand fathers, fathers also understand their sons.
Tang Wulin anticipated that his father, Tang San, might resort to special tactics to forcibly bind him and Dai Yun'er together.
Hence, he had prepared top-tier Qingxin Pills in advance.
This was Tang Wulin's last, feeble resistance and negotiation against Tang San.
Underneath the wedding bed.
Long Yue heard every word exchanged between the two.
His expression shifted from shock to realization, and then to a touch of comfort.
The shock and realization were, of course, due to the revelation of that blue-haired divine consciousness—Tang Wulin's identity and strength.
Looking back more than ten years, Long Yue had been a six-ring Soul Emperor and two-word Battle Armor Master, chasing down the then four-ring Soul Ancestor-level Tang Wulin.
Back then, Tang Wulin had needed all six of the four-ring-level Shrek Seven Monsters, plus the divine Golden Dragon Spear, to barely defeat him.
But now? Long Yue had reached the level of a nine-ring Titled Douluo and three-word Battle Armor Master, yet he was instantly suppressed by the divine-level Tang Wulin's godly power.
What shocked him even more was the identity of that blue-haired divine consciousness—Tang San, Tang Wulin's biological father.
Tang San, the Sea God who left behind endless legends, the founder of the world's number one sect, known to the world as the pure, modest, and noble Thousand-Hand Tang San—
Turned out to be such a bastard!
The only bit of comfort came from Tang Wulin.
He truly lived up to being the rival Long Yue once respected—he hadn't taken advantage of Dai Yun'er.
That gave Long Yue some peace of mind. At least Dai Yun'er wouldn't suffer more pain.
Just as Long Yue began to relax, Tang Wulin gave his peace of mind a direct slap.
On their wedding night—what should've been a moment of golden bliss—Tang Wulin instead said:
"Let's cultivate."
Now, aside from a lingering trace of resistance against Tang San's manipulative control, Tang Wulin was mostly filled with hatred for Di Tian.
The hatred of having his wife taken, his friends killed—Di Tian, who had already invited death—Tang Wulin would never let him go.
Which meant he wouldn't waste a single moment that could be spent growing stronger.
The Blue Silver Domain was released. The wind brought Blue Silver Grass seeds, which grew strong in potted plants and even in the cracks of the wedding chamber floor—creating the perfect cultivation environment for Tang Wulin.
However, Tang San had anticipated Tang Wulin's anticipation.
He seemed to know that his ever-defiant son wouldn't obediently consummate the marriage and complete the divine inheritance binding.
So, he had prepared his own trick.
The seeds brought by the wind—the more they grew, the more off they seemed.
Their height exceeded that of normal Blue Silver Grass. The usual blue hue of the plants began to turn a reddish-pink.
They looked like a corrupted mutation, transforming from pure to seductive.
The gap in control over Blue Silver Grass between father and son was still vast—Tang San's mastery of the Blue Silver Emperor far surpassed Tang Wulin's.
Through a subtle sleight of hand, the seeds carried by the wind had never been Blue Silver Grass.
They were seeds of the Flower of Lust.
The Flower of Lust was a divine flower, with incredible effects.
And what were those effects? As the name implies…
Under the bright full moon, the Flowers of Lust bloomed across the festively decorated wedding room.
"Hmm~ hmm~" soft, seductive sounds echoed continuously.
And yet, both Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er had taken the top-tier Qingxin Pills.
Their minds flickered—clear one moment, muddled the next.
A cycle of excitement, pain, and emotional turmoil repeated endlessly.
Of course, neither Tang Wulin nor Dai Yun'er were the ones in the worst situation.
The person who suffered the most was Long Yue, who now occupied the time slot and space once meant for Dai Yun'er.
The Flower of Lust only knew how to take off—not how to land!!!
And he had to listen to the moans from the bed above.
At this moment, Long Yue's entire body was burning, his face flushed red as blood, and he was sprawled on the ground.
Agony! Absolute agony!
And unfortunately, Tang Wulin currently had no mental bandwidth to remove the godly power suppressing Long Yue.
Tonight was destined to be a long, long night.
So long that it extended into outer space. So long it reached beyond the star system of the Douluo plane. So long it reached an alien galaxy—the Pegasus Galaxy.
One by one, life-bearing planets formed a horse-shaped constellation in the dark canvas of the universe.
But the horse-shaped pattern was only a side character, not the focus.
In this cosmic painting, the real protagonists were two streaking points of light—one black, one red—racing across the stars.
Trailing long comet-like tails, they appeared like twin comets.
But they weren't comets. They were living beings.
Within the red light was a woman in a dark crimson gown.
Her long, deep-red hair flowed behind her. Her fair skin shimmered with a radiant luster, exuding an aura that was hard to describe.
On each side of her cheeks was a deep crimson magic mark, giving off a soft glow.
Her eyes were deep red like rubies, reflecting the endless starry sky.
Her fingers were slender and pale like spring scallions, with long, dark-red nails that shimmered faintly.
She was stunning—breathtakingly beautiful—beyond comprehension. So beautiful that even the stars dimmed in her presence.
The only flaw? The intense panic written across her perfectly enchanting face.
Just as her panic reached its peak, a "squelch" sound echoed.
A long spear pierced through her abdomen.
(End of Chapter)