Chapter 15: Possessing Liu Erlong
"How is that possible? He… he can use Blue Silver Bind too?"
Tang San was stunned. He had painstakingly hunted and absorbed a four-hundred-year Datura Snake soul ring just to gain that very skill.
Yet this Qi Tian, a mere Rank 2 Soul Master, had managed to use the same technique?
Then what makes his soul ring? A joke?
But soon, Tang San calmed himself.
No… It's not the same. He can only use his Blue Silver Grass from his martial soul directly. The range is too small. He, on the other hand, can release it over a wide area.
Indeed, Qi Tian had only used his martial soul's main body to perform the bind. Its reach was limited.
Meanwhile, Ling Feng, though thrown to the ground, wasn't seriously hurt. His martial soul was of the Beast type, giving him a strong physique.
He began gathering his soul power, intending to break free from the Blue Silver Grass and continue fighting.
But before he could move—
Qi Tian suddenly dropped from above like a falling mountain, driving his elbow straight toward Ling Feng's vital point.
"Don't move," Qi Tian said coldly. "Or I won't be so polite next time."
A chill ran down Ling Feng's spine, freezing him in place. He could feel it—his soul power was slowly leaking away.
"I-I surrender! I surrender!" he cried out in panic.
For a brief moment just now, he had truly felt the presence of death.
Fortunately, this wasn't the City of Slaughter. Qi Tian had no intention to kill; he withdrew his martial soul and stood up.
"Looks like I win," he said with a faint smile, retrieving his Blue Silver Grass.
"Impossible! Ling Feng, you useless piece of trash!" roared Xiao Chenyu. "You've got a Rank 9 Swift Sparrow martial soul, and you lost to a Rank 2 Blue Silver Grass Possessor?!"
Ling Feng's face burned with shame.
"Boss, I—I underestimated him this time!"
"Enough. I'll handle this myself," Xiao Chenyu said darkly, stepping forward to personally clean up the mess.
Qi Tian knew Xiao Chenyu was already a Rank 11 Soul Master. He didn't plan to show off.
"My soul power's exhausted," he said simply. "I admit defeat."
He gestured toward Xiao Wu, signaling her to take over.
Only now did Xiao Wu fully register what had happened.
"Well, I didn't expect you to be that good," she said with a grin. "We'll have to spar sometime!"
Seeing that Qi Tian had actually won, her irritation toward him melted away.
Qi Tian waved dismissively. "Let's not. I'm no match for the boss."
Xiao Wu didn't press him further and sent Tang San out to face Xiao Chenyu.
Tang San's fighting style was as sharp as ever—whether it was Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track or Mysterious Jade Hand, each move was clean and precise.
In the end, he also finished the battle with Blue Silver Bind, sealing the victory.
With that, Xiao Wu officially became the boss of Nuoding Academy's students, and everyone cheered.
Qi Tian quietly slipped away, returning to the training field to continue his cultivation.
But soon he realized he'd been too naïve.
Tang San's techniques—his control, his rhythm, his inner soul power flow—weren't something that could be learned just by watching.
Still, the way Tang San generated force and transitioned between attacks did give Qi Tian a few insights of his own.
Over the following days, Qi Tian trained harder than ever, leaving early and returning late each day.
Because of his victory over Ling Feng, even the senior students began showing him a bit of "respect."
Some even volunteered to help with his chores, leaving Qi Tian free to dedicate all his time to cultivation.
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A few days later, early morning.
Qi Tian awoke with a strange feeling—something was… off.
The oppressive aura of the City of Slaughter—its decay, its endless killing intent—was gone.
"What's going on? Did the system run away?" he muttered, instinctively touching his chest.
He felt the familiar hardness of his toned pectoral muscles—but the touch was subtly different. Softer. Smoother.
More delicate than Bibi Dong's body—finer, even.
"My body…? Why can't I control it? Don't tell me… I'm going to die with Mother?"
A soft yet panicked voice echoed within Qi Tian's mind—it wasn't Bibi Dong's voice.
He immediately sat up, only to realize that he was no longer wearing Bibi Dong's luxurious attire, but a simple white dress.
"This isn't Bibi Dong's body?"
The room around him was old and dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of medicinal herbs. From the inner chamber came the sound of weak breathing.
Qi Tian cautiously stepped closer and saw an elderly woman lying on a worn bed. Her hair was streaked with gray, her face pale and thin, and her breathing shallow.
"Erlong… come here… Mother has something to tell you…" The old woman whispered weakly.
Almost instinctively, Qi Tian walked over and took her frail hand in his.
"Erlong," the woman said softly, guilt filling her eyes. "There's something I've hidden from you all these years. You've always followed my surname, Liu… but your true surname is Yu. Your father… he's a powerful soul master."
"I once heard others call him Yu Luomian… a member of a great family of soul masters."
"There's a keepsake he left for me—it's at the bottom of my chest. When I'm gone, take it with you to Thunder Academy… and find him."
As the woman spoke, Qi Tian felt an uncontrollable wave of sorrow. Tears welled up in his eyes—even though his mind was clear, his body was reacting on its own.
Yet as he listened, something clicked in his mind.
Liu… Erlong? This story sounded far too familiar.
'Wait—Liu Erlong? The future headmistress of Blue Tyrant Academy?' His heart skipped a beat.
'Did I just possess Liu Erlong's body?!'
Just then, that inner voice returned—trembling but determined.
"Who are you?! Why did you take my body? Give it back!"
A moment later, her tone softened, desperate and pleading.
"You're stronger than me, otherwise you couldn't have done this. Please… can you save my mother? If you can save her, I'll let you have my body for now!"
Her voice was choked with tears, and even Qi Tian felt a pang of guilt in his chest.
At that moment, a familiar blue screen appeared before his eyes—the system was back.
[Current Mission: Change Liu Erlong's fate and grant her a happy early life!]
[Stage Reward: Borrowed Cultivation — Train using Liu Erlong's body, with soul power fed back to your true self.]
[Final Reward: True Dragon Physique!]
[Mission Details: (1) Prevent Liu Erlong from becoming an orphan. (2) Prevent her from being deceived by Yu Xiaogang.]
'So it really is Liu Erlong—and there's even a mission!' Qi Tian sighed in relief. The system hadn't disappeared after all.
He held the old woman's hand tightly and said firmly, "Mother, you won't die. I'll find a way to heal you."
After tucking her blanket in gently, he stepped out of the room.
"Tell me everything about your mother's illness," Qi Tian said inwardly to Liu Erlong. "If I'm to save her, I need to know what's going on."
Liu Erlong's voice trembled but carried a spark of hope.
Her mother, she explained, had once been a woman of the streets. After becoming pregnant with Liu Erlong, she abandoned that life and struggled to make an honest living. Years of overwork and poor health had left deep scars on her body.
Though Liu Erlong's advancement as a soul master had eased their burden somewhat, her mother's condition had worsened again after a minor illness. The cost of medicine was crushing, and even her stipend as a Soul Elder was not enough for proper treatment—only enough to slow the inevitable decline.
"The longer this drags on," Liu Erlong said, her voice filled with despair, "the worse she'll become…"
Qi Tian's expression hardened.
At last, he understood everything—and in that moment, a plan began to form in his mind.
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