Blue Tyrant Academy
Blue Tyrant Academy stood as one of the top academies in Heaven Dou City, worthy of being ranked alongside the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
Though smaller in scale, unlike the Imperial Academy located on the outskirts of the city, this academy sat in the heart of the capital itself.
And while the Imperial Academy was nestled atop a mountain, Blue Tyrant Academy was hidden deep within a forest—perhaps the only forest within the entire capital.
At this moment, an uninvited guest had come to visit this prestigious academy…
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Salas stood atop a tree, his eyes lifted toward the night sky.
The sky was dark as ink—no twinkling stars, no bright moon—just a heavy, consuming blackness.
The breeze was colder than usual. Perched on the tree, Salas could feel the chill caressing his skin like a quiet welcome.
Shifting his gaze, his eyes settled on a modest house surrounded by a blooming garden… and within that garden, a beautiful woman sat in a reclining chair, staring blankly at the night sky.
She appeared to be in her thirties, her features delicate—like a painting come to life. Though her large black eyes seemed void of life, they still held a quiet spirit.
And most notably, her figure was exceptionally well-developed.
Salas knew who she was… the purpose of his visit, the first woman 'destined' to carry his seed—Liu Erlong.
And who decided this so-called destiny? Naturally, it was the great Salas himself.
The very moment Yu Xiaogang dared to put on airs in front of him, Salas made up his mind—Liu Erlong would be the first woman upon whom he'd plant his seed.
Now, one might ask—wasn't that an awfully petty reason? Wasn't it hypocritical to defile a woman over such a trivial grudge?
Salas had no problem admitting it.
He was a hypocrite.
In truth, he had been searching for a reason to claim her—any reason at all. It wasn't that Yu Xiaogang's arrogance truly warranted such a response; it was simply the first excuse that gave Salas the resolve to do what he had long desired. He hadn't yet found the justification to commit the crime… until that day.
Yu Xiaogang had handed him that reason on a silver platter.
As far as Salas was concerned, it was as simple as that.
Now, although he had already reached his destination and set his sights on his target, he still pondered over the best approach—the method by which he would claim her womb.
"Should I just use my usual method? Knock her out, do the deed, and leave without ever revealing my great name?"
His expression twisted slightly, as if struggling with some invisible dilemma.
"But… wouldn't that be boring? Planting my seed in a woman while she's unconscious—it feels utterly villainous. How could I do such a thing?"
"Of course, considering that Yu Xiaogang, with his pathetic level-29 soul power, dared not to kneel in my presence, it would be fitting for his lover to suffer such a punishment on his behalf…"
Thinking until this, salas paused.
"…Yet, seeing her beautiful face, hearing her sing with that melodious voice—my heart longs to hear her moan beneath me, not lie there like a toy." Salas sighed slightly. He really couldn't make up his mind.
On one side, there was the risk of Liu Erlong knowing his identity and harboring resentment in her heart—possibly even taking it out on his future child… just like what happened between Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong.
Of course, Salas didn't care about this.
If she harbors a grudge, let her harbor it.
If she takes it out on the child, then let her take it out.
Even if she kills it, Salas wasn't particularly concerned.
If, by chance, the child could survive and carry on Salas's bloodline, that would be the best-case scenario.
But even if the child didn't live long enough to leave behind descendants, Salas believed it wouldn't affect his grand plan of turning the Douluo Continent into his backyard.
Anyway… considering his plan of plowing many fields like a machine and scattering seeds everywhere to carry on his bloodline, losing just one descendant wouldn't make much of a difference.
If not 100, then 99 is still good, right?
By the time of the next era, ten thousand years later… if his descendants weren't terribly unlucky, there would probably be at least tens of thousands carrying his bloodline by then. One less child now wouldn't matter much.
Although Liu Erlong harboring resentment toward him or even killing the child was not a concern for him… what did concern him was the possibility of his carefully built image being destroyed in front of others if he let Liu Erlong remember his face and identity. That was the most concerning thing for Salas.
And on the other hand, there was the regret of not being able to hear Liu Erlong moan beneath him if he were to do her while she was unconscious.
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"Is there any other way? Possibly me staging a drama? Like acting like an injured person and...?"
Not wanting to give up on the chance to hear her moan, Salas began brainstorming.
He imagined staging a scene—falling from the sky and crashing into her house, his body bloodied and naked… letting her bandage him, letting her touch his beautiful 'snake'… and then pretending that he had also been drugged by the enemy before pouncing on her.
"If I acted like the victim in the end… considering my handsome face... even if her love for Yu Xiaogang is as deep as the ocean, she would still think rationally and not label me as an evil person, right? Even if she were to meet Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others in the future alongside me… she would keep her mouth shut, right?"
Salas thought to himself, indulging in the beauty of such a fantasy.
But he also knew—it was just a beautiful thought.
The chance of everything going exactly as he wished in reality was far too low.
These love-brained women were dangerous, and their thoughts couldn't be predicted using common sense.
Of course, the probability of her staying silent in front of Yu Xiaogang was still high.
After all, she wouldn't want him to know that her virginity was gone.
Most likely, she'd act like Bibi Dong—who had also tried to hide the existence of her daughter.
There was also Bibi Dong's insane plan of becoming a god and rebuilding her body just to give Yu Xiaogang her virginity…
Bah.
But that path couldn't be copied by Liu Erlong.
With her level of talent, she had no hope of even becoming a Titled Douluo—let alone a god.
"But… the possibility of her harboring a grudge and destroying my plans is still high…" Salas sighed.
It seemed that hearing her moan would truly be difficult.
If so, then he could only go with his usual routine—knock her out.
Letting out a soft sigh, Salas stared at the sky for another moment.
In the end, his gaze slowly returned to Liu Erlong's figure… his eyes gleaming with beastly lust, overflowing.