Douluo: Dark Dragon, they all refuse to turn evil

"What are you doing…?"

Tang Yuehua looked confused at first, but soon she felt a scorching heat flooding throughout her body.

"Ah… ah!"

The terrifying power contained in the Demon Dragon's blood seemed to explode inside her. Her once fair and tender skin turned bright red, and dense dark energy surged from her body.

"W-What is this!?"

Tang Yuehua fell from the sofa, feeling as if her body would burst. Her white cheongsam was burned away by the dark aura emitted from her skin. Her now slightly ink-stained eyes were filled with pain and horror.

"Relax. It's just a bit of 'medicine.' If you endure it, you'll be reborn."

Xiao Lin calmly placed a hand on her shoulder, helping her suppress the violent energy surging through her blood.

"No… I don't want this…"

Despite her soul power rapidly increasing, Tang Yuehua's eyes showed deep resistance. She felt as though countless hands were dragging her into a dark abyss—it was a sign of losing control!

"Don't worry, it won't cause any harm. Your martial spirit will just… change a little."

Xiao Lin muttered under his breath. He had only given her a tiny drop of dragon blood—it shouldn't cause any major problems.

[Detected Target Undergoing Dark Evolution: Ruyi Ring Martial Spirit has been tainted by Demon Dragon's blood, evolving into Darkgold Demon Dragon Ring. Soul Power Raised to Level 50.]

"Ah!"

A terrifying shockwave erupted from her body. Tang Yuehua's hairpin fell off, and her long blue hair darkened with a faint golden shimmer, cascading loosely over her flushed jade-like back.

"My soul power…"

Tang Yuehua's delicate face was filled with utter shock. She suddenly looked up at Xiao Lin, her eyes full of disbelief.

"With just a drop of my blood, I told you—you'd be reborn. I wasn't lying."

Xiao Lin chuckled as he helped her up and pulled her into his arms.

"Now, you're already a Soul King."

[Target Progress (Tang Yuehua): 87%]

"Who… exactly are you?"

Tang Yuehua still felt like she was dreaming. A woman who had thought she'd never step into the Soul Master realm had, in just a few breaths, reached the Soul King level—all from a single drop of his blood.

"Wait… would the commotion just now…"

"Relax. I've sealed this room with my power. No one outside can sense anything."

Xiao Lin casually stroked her long hair, which now carried a deep blue mixed with a golden glow. His gaze naturally drifted toward her ample, snow-white chest—it seemed even fuller now, and she had grown a little taller too.

"That's a relief… You're really a Titled Douluo, aren't you?"

Sitting on Xiao Lin's lap, Tang Yuehua didn't care about his gaze. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice carrying a question that had lingered in her heart for a long time.

Though she had reached Soul King level, her soul power vanished the moment it touched his body, as if swallowed by an abyss—such terrifying power deepened her suspicions.

"Does that really matter?"

Xiao Lin teasingly lifted her chin. This woman wasn't even bothering to put her clothes back on—clearly trying to tempt him.

"Mm… it doesn't matter."

Tang Yuehua thought for a moment, then smiled sweetly. Her fair arms wrapped around him as she lowered her head, softly pressing her lips against his.

"It's too dangerous outside. Today, you're mine—you're not allowed to leave."

Her eyes, bright like the stars, were now filled with intense desire as she gazed at the young man before her.

"Huh? Gained some power and now you're acting all domineering?"

Xiao Lin raised an eyebrow—this Tang Yuehua seemed… different now.

"You guessed right. As the mistress of Moon Pavilion, I've decided to conquer you. You'd best behave, boy."

Tang Yuehua's lips curled into a playful smile. She suddenly pushed Xiao Lin down, pinned his hands above his head, and used the fallen ribbon from the floor to bind his wrists together.

"Hmph, just the mistress of Moon Pavilion? I won't submit that easily."

Xiao Lin's eyes lit up as he played along, letting out a cold snort and dramatically turning his head away, staring stubbornly out the window.

"How dare you defy the Moon Pavilion mistress? Looks like I'll need to teach you a lesson."

Tang Yuehua, now fully playing the "dragon knight" role, began her bold and dangerous "dragon-taming" mission.

In the end, the "dragon-taming" attempt failed spectacularly. Tang Yuehua, defeated and overwhelmed, was left to face her "punishment."

"Master, this servant was wrong…"

As moonlight spilled down upon Moon Pavilion's grand hall, a disguised Qian Renxue (as Xue Qinghe) could only lament inwardly. She had spent the entire afternoon entertaining countless noble ladies at the selection for a crown princess.

None of those women interested her in the slightest. Honestly, if that bastard Xiao Lin tried to seduce her, she might even feel a little tempted.

"Big brother, with so many gorgeous women around you, how can you still look so distracted?"

A young girl in a silver-white short skirt suddenly appeared in Qian Renxue's line of sight and sat down beside her with great familiarity.

"Oh, I was just thinking about some state affairs I haven't handled yet. Father wants me to find a crown princess—it's not something that can be decided in a day."

Qian Renxue smiled unconsciously. In all of Heaven Dou Empire, the only person who ever made her feel a sense of closeness… was probably this proud little princess before her.

"Haha! Big brother, you should've found a pretty sister-in-law long ago. But honestly, none of the women in Moon Pavilion are good enough."

"Oh? Why's that?"

Qian Renxue raised her brow in curiosity. Had these women offended Xue Ke somehow?

"Because in terms of beauty, none of them can compare to me! And when it comes to elegance and grace, your little sister here is also the best. If I really had to name someone, it'd only be Aunt Yuehua."

Xue Ke said proudly, but when she mentioned Tang Yuehua, a hint of doubt crossed her face.

"Now that I think about it… it's strange. I haven't seen Aunt Yuehua at all today."

"Indeed… I haven't seen her either today."

Qian Renxue felt a bad premonition rising. She glanced up at the ceiling—Moon Pavilion's top floor was Tang Yuehua's private sanctuary, and no one was allowed to enter without her permission.

This morning, Xiao Lin had returned smelling faintly of wood fragrance—the signature scent of Moon Pavilion. Among the beauties here, aside from the still-maturing Xue Ke, Tang Yuehua was unquestionably the number one beauty.

And for her not to appear for this long? That didn't align with her usual conduct. Qian Renxue suspected she might have already fallen into Xiao Lin's hands.

"Little sister, it's getting late. You should head back to the palace. I still need to speak with Aunt Yuehua about some matters."

"Alright, big brother. See you tomorrow!"

Xue Ke nodded and gracefully left the Moon Pavilion.

"Xiao Lin…"

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and headed toward the staircase.

"Your Highness, the upper floor is Lady Yuehua's private chambers. You…"

The attendant at the staircase blocked her path.

"Go inform Lady Yuehua that I need to speak with her."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Qian Renxue's fist clenched slightly. She had her suspicions, but she needed to confirm it herself.

Given Tang Yuehua's former level-nine soul power, if she really had "served" Xiao Lin… she definitely wouldn't have had the strength to leave her room afterward.