"But I don’t need anyone to educate about my own nephew."
“What?!” Flender cried out, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“What?!” Even Liu Erlong echoed in shock, her expression montarily frozen. She turned sharply toward Yu Xiaogang, searching his face for a denial, an explanation—anything.
But he said nothing.
Yu Luomian’s voice rang out again, colder and sharper now, as he pointed straight at Xiaogang.
“This disgrace had only half-level innate soul power—a joke in the clan while being the son of the Clan Leader, my Elder Brother! His martial soul was a mutated variant. The clan poured resources into his training,evwn if his talent was poor. In the end, we had no choice but to expel him from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Nobles exchanged wide-eyed glances. Whispered rumors flew through the air like arrows. So looked at Yu Xiaogang with surprise, others with contempt.
At the center of the storm, the mask of calm that Yu Xiaogang had worn all day shattered in an instant.
"Ahhh!" he scread—raw, guttural, desperate.
His composure, his pride, his hope—it all collapsed. The truth he had buried so deeply, the sha he had carried alone for years, now stood exposed before nobles, strangers, and the woman he was about to marry.
Unable to bear the weight of their eyes, the whispers, and the humiliation, Yu Xiaogang turned and ran.
Yu Xiaogang ran from his marriage, his bride as well as the truth.
He didn’t look back. Didn’t see Liu Erlong still standing there, stunned but unmoving. He did not even think for a second, whether she would have chosen to stand with him, against her father and against everyone.
As he dashed through the crowd, the guests parted, stepping aside wordlessly. None tried to stop him and not a single hand reached out.
And in that silence, Yu Xiaogang vanished, leaving only footsteps and shattered expectations behind.
One person did try to stop him.
Liu Erlong’s voice broke through the stunned silence as she reached out, her voice trembling with desperation.
“...Xiaogang!”
But just as she took a step forward, Yu Luomian moved swiftly, placing himself between her and the fleeing figure.
By the ti she managed to shift her position to look around him, Yu Xiaogang had already vanished into the distance, his back retreating like a shadow swallowed by the horizon..
He had left his bride standing alone, humiliated before a sea of nobles and strangers. Yu Xiaogang had run away like a coward.
Liu Erlong’s hands trembled as she pointed at Yu Luomian, her eyes brimming with fury and heartbreak.
“This... this is all because of you!”
Yu Luomian’s expression darkened. “Girl, do you still not see the mistake you were about to make?”
“NO!” Liu Erlong shouted, her voice raw. “It’s YOU! You took Xiaogang away from !”
Yu Luomian’s gaze sharpened. “You would drag the honor of the clan into this farce. And you think I would stand idle?”
However Liu Erlong did not listen to anything he said, a blazing surge of spirit energy erupted around her. With a roar of anguish, she summoned her Martial Soul—Fire Dragon.
A terrifying heatwave swept through the decorated village square as crimson dragon flas spiraled from her form. The once-cheerful wedding scene turned tense, noble guests stepping back with concern.
Just as she prepared to release her wrath—
Yu Luomian moved.
In an instant, he appeared behind her. Before anyone could react ,his hand shot forward and struck a precise acupoint at the base of her neck. The impact was subtle, but directed precisely with soul power control.
Liu Erlong’s pupils trembled. Her knees buckled.
Her flas faltered mid-air. Her body stiffened and then crumpled, unconscious.
Yu Luomian caught her gently before she could hit the ground.
“Erlong—!” Flender rushed forward.
“She’s only fainted,” Yu Luomian said flatly.
The villagers and nobles stared, stunned.
Yu Luomian's eyes swept across the guests, stern, dignified, and cold.
Had it not been for their presence, he might have let Erlong burn this village to ash in her rage. But not now, not in front of the nobles.
Not when the image of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was at stake.
From the side, Ning Fengzhi approached with quiet grace. His tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
“Let’s return. I believe our n should have gathered so information on the one who orchestrated this farce.”
Yu Luomian nodded silently.
He turned while holding Liu Erlong. The noble guests instinctively parted to allow them passage.
Behind them, Flender, whose heart still ached for both his friends, clenched his fists and followed, his face grim. The celebration had turned to sha. But the truth was out—and now there would be consequences.
While they were all leaving a blonde girl among the children in the village glanced at their direction whispered ‘ Well the drama has begun and the main actors has taken their place.’
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Author Notes: The actual fault lies with Liu Erlong in this series of events. Yu Xiaogang was famous as a theoretical master and from his surna anyone could guess his relationship with Blue Lightning Tyrant clan. It was Liu Erlong who had hidden her father’s identity from her friends on account that they do not have good relationship. The main reason Yu Xiaogang was humiliated was because he was weak and not talented for anyone from the Blue lightning Clan to support him. Yu Xiaogang only had a hunch that she might be related to himThe person who had co was Yu Luomian, who obviously is going to support his daughter.
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