Suspicion..

Wu Long looked stunned. Previously corruption using evil magic, was a very incorporeal thing. It was like water flowing through a body, of course it cleaned and improved the body, but the key point was that it wouldn't remain. In fact the green eyes, and blood they had was more of a side effect of basic corruption, no evil energy remained for long. Unless an Evil spirit was forcibly kept inside, and acted as a magnet for these energies, they would eventually dissipate.

Yet in front of him, he was witnessing something else. The evil spirit was digging into Yu Zemin's roots, and marrow, sinking into his soul and bones. It was like a parasite digging into his body. Even his heart and organs began to darken, as more and more evil energy was absorbed. Then they continued to his soul, and under Wu Long's bewildered eyes, the originally clear soul began to darken.

"Is he becoming an evil spirit? No, that doesn't make sense. Then what could this be?"

He closely observed.

At first the soul would tremble each time the darkness pervaded it, but after a few minutes, it began to pulse with the evil energy instead of receiving evil energy it began to return it. Evil energy flooded Yu Zemin's body. His meridians began to wrinkle, and rot, and in it's place veins like lotus roots squirmed about digging about.

Wu Long stroked his chin in bemusement, "Well this is indeed different. It is reminiscent of the Spirit clans unique bodies that allow them to cultivate their arcana magic. Yet it is also more similar to the Shaman and sorcerer magic medium, while the spirit clan works in a manner of give and take purifying their unlimited power. The magic cores shamans and sorcerer's use uses celestial energy. It is like a combination of the two methods, yet whether this is better than typical celestial bearing means, I am not sure. Well this test subject should do well. Now that he's done with his transformation, lets put a soul seal on him."

He then yawned, and went into his room, soon sending the still dazed Yu Zemin out. He then crawled into his bed. He slowly awoke the girl nesting peacefully, and another two hours of unending desire exploded out.

...

Wu Long steadily walked, with Xiao Xie tightly wrapped around his arm. The sunlight kissed the two youths, and the wind pulled their hair.

The birds sang, and the scent of a thousand flowers mysteriously filled the air. The sky was flooded with clouds, that sank and bathed the Heavens. A dash of red crossed, as the sunlight's final declaration of it's return called out, and as if the thunderous roar of a king rang, all life was spot awake. Beasts rolled over, and humans pulled off their bed sheets.

Yet set ready to break this harmonization of Earth and man, the thick smell of ash filled the air. The two looked at one another, each showing a shocked gaze. They hurried their steps, arriving in front of the Headmaster's office, and were stunned to see it completely flooded with soot and smoke. The remaining teachers had already arrived, and the dark faces on their faces only spelled the worst.

The middle aged man said, taking out a pipe and smoking some tobacco.

"Ai, today be a sad day. Mark it down, today the Headmaster hath died."

The others showed equally stunned, but nevertheless joyful gazes. Yet each hid it behind tears, and appreciative words. After all the heiress of this academy, laid in tears and wails, only a few rude steps before them.

Long Qingzhao was crumpled over her father's dead body, her body trembling like a dried leaf in autumn.

Wu Long walked forward, his hand falling on her shoulder. She was forcibly ripped from Long Ao's bosom, and she gazed with reddened eyes at Wu Long.

"Come, let me take you away. You shouldn't see this."

His eyes flinching as he gazed at the crooked smile on Long Ao's corpse.

He then looked back at the teachers, and then sighed.

He picked Long Qingzhao, who didn't make a peep, yet kept looking back intermittently at Long Ao.

He saw this and put his arm up, his long sleeve blocking her sight.

He brought himself closer, such that their heat danced against one another. Their breath rolled upon each other's skin, and their smells rose into their minds.

Just then the sound of loud, and heavy steps could be heard.

Just outside of the headmaster's office, Ye Zheng had arrived!

His disheveled hair, and messy clothes showed how quickly he had arrived, most probably having dashed forward after having slept.

Ye Zheng panted, the distance was indeed great, and he felt the exhaustion of his body not being fully awake, not to mention the shock causing his heart rate to increase.

He looked into the headmaster's office, and bit his lip.

"Old Long..."

He then saw Wu Long retreat outside, with Long Qingzhao in his arms.

His eyes began to turn red, his calmly thought through everything. He then rushed towards Wu Long, his fist turned into a faint pink as steam rushed from his pores.

He punched out, but Wu Long simply held his fist.

He glared at Ye Zheng and asked, "What is the meaning of this?"

Ye Zheng screamed loudly, his voice filling the halls, "It was you! You killed Old Luo! Wu Long, I swear on my name I shall kill you!"

Wu Long snorted, and threw a palm slap towards Ye Zheng, causing him to fly back. Blood spewed forth from his lips.

Long Qingzhao began to tremble, she gazed up at Wu Long's cold eyes, and walked away steadily.

Ye Zheng seeing his match, looked around at the other teachers and said, "This fellow is my enemy, knowing my relationship with Old Long, he must've come after him. These evil bastard must be killed, teachers please join me to destroy this fellow!"

He begged towards the other teachers, and they couldn't help look towards Wu Long.

Wu Long laughed coldly, "Oh, and why would I do such a thing."

Ye Zheng hurriedly replied, "Because you must have learnt we were plotting together to get rid of you."

Wu Long coldly laughed in his heart, before loudly expelling murderous intent.

"How dare you insult the Headmaster's integrity! To commit such an unthinkable sin, to what taboo must I have approached to deserve such a Tribunal? What unthinkable act, must have proposed the honest, and upright headmaster to act? Answer me boy!"

Ye Zheng frowned, he couldn't go and say that Long Ao, was all up in a fuss over his authority being trampled on.

"He did it because of me!"

Wu Long laughed bitterly, "Is that so. So you are saying even the headmaster cannot see through black and white? Let me ask my fellows among us, who is the one in the wrong. Me, who had his lover, and fiancee stolen, my precious master killed and bullied, or Ye Zheng the unhindered fiend of a servant, who due to his arrogance claimed an absurd ruling over his master!"

Ye Zheng laughed, "Then explain what you were doing yesterday night! I'm sure you can back such high words!"

Wu Long took a step forward, the ground cracked, and his aura spewed outwards.

He towered over Ye Zheng, and said coldly, "I don't have to explain myself to a student like you."

Ye Zheng began to back away.

"What right do you have to come so blatantly! Without a spit of evidence, waving your damn conjecture as truth! Who do you think you are to shame the father of a grieving daughter! Who are you to incite some malicious cause, considering your indifferent, insecure, irrelevant soul! You are a pathetic worm, snivelling at every hidden word, so hungry for attention, approval, you wouldn't mind sacrificing any friend or foe for your reward."

He gripped Ye Zheng by the throat and lifted him up, "Let me ask you! Did you and the headmaster not argue yesterday? Perhaps you tried to force his hand to dispell me, yet he denied you! In your arrogance you murdered him, after all how dare he deny the great Ye Zheng! You came trying to prepare, identify, and confront any evidence left behind!"

Doubt had now spread from Wu Long, to Ye Zheng.

Eyes stared widely at Ye Zheng, he became angry. His aura began to spit out, like a monarch observing everything. Wu Long was thus forced to relinquish his hold, and Ye Zheng stumbled to the ground.

He walked away.

Yet to the eyes of everyone else, this was a sign of weakness. His heart had mismanaged something...

Wu Long walked back to Long Qingzhao, who now resembled a white paper, no color, no appeal, nothing, but the flesh that mounted her soul. She had no thoughts, more convenient to become a ghost. Perhaps at the back of her mind, this could protect her..

Wu Long stared at the broken girl in his arms, and smirked slightly. He pulled her to his house.

He said some soft comfortable words, his hands unknowingly tracing her body. Every breath that landed near her neck causing her to tremble, every shiver as her eyes traced his hands travel on her.

Yet she didn't deny him, instead she wished to be devoured. To forget it all, to be consumed.

Wu Long, began to unwind her robes. Her pale and smooth skin, sparkling in the slight glimmer of light.

His hands touched her breasts, slowly rubbing her pink peaks. His kisses planted on her long neck, his breath traveling up.

He pulled on her breasts, and she moaned slightly. Wu Long planted his mouth on hers, and his tongue began to coil along with hers. His spit traveling into her mouth, and she began to touch his penis.

His hand slowly slithered forward, down into his pink cavern. His finger spinning, and flicking her pink bead. His other hand tightly squeezing her breasts, such that they folded like clay.

She began to tremble, and squirted. She then looked down, Wu Long's dragon now dancing happily, it's nine coiled body wishing to pierce the Heavens.

She fell down to his lap, and began to suck it. First licking the head, and then underneath it. The shaft, and then the balls. She then began to deep throat it, her eyes rolling with tears.

After several minutes, his spunk flushed her mouth, and was forcefully swallowed.

She opened her mouth, hot steam flowing slowly out.

She climbed onto Wu Long, his hips and hers slapping together, the heavy sounds of love making echoed. Flesh clapping flesh, fluids spilling forth. Wu Long then moved her into doggy style, and began to heavily pound her back.

Just then on her back, a tattoo began to form and glow.

Wu Long smiled brightly, "The White dragon scripture! Haha!"

He continued to recklessly fuck her, while his eyes completely focused jotting down every detail, and aspect. Once he was sure he understood everything, a cold look flashed before his eyes.

He pulled on her hair, her head pulling backward. His right hand striking her cheek, again and again. Her screams of lust and panic exploring out.

He pushed her down, spinning her to face him.

His mouth forcing his lips to part, and his hands pinching and flicking her tits. He then rose up, his hands falling on her throat. He began to choke her, increasing the speed of his thrusts. His eyes flowered in delight, seeing her euphoria as life slipped past her eyes.

His right hand remained, while the other went behind her back, tickling her soft skin. His finger piercing into her butthole, her squirming increased, and she squirted again and again.

His finger applied pressure around her lips, before entering with heavy pushes and clawing softly the insides. His penis rolling about, striking every heartbreaking corner. Her heart felt weak, as ecstacy flooded her system.

This continued until the night set, and with an exhausted body she collapsed.

Wu Long smiled, "As expected of a protagonist's woman, she was delicious."

He then went outside under the moon, and began to mediate the white dragon scripture. Moonlight could be seen disappearing into his body, and soon he opened his eyes.

A bright expression filled his face, "How amazing, worthy of the Dragon clans Yin Yang matrix. While only a portion of it, it's nonetheless amazing."

Wu Long gazed at the side, where Yu Zemin had arrived.

He nodded before saying, "Make sure to keep Ye Zheng distracted tonight, I don't want any mistakes. Sacrifice your brother if need be, I just need him kept away for the night."