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Nether Blade, cut off the past
Chapter 126 The Blade of the Netherworld, Severing the Past
A tense atmosphere permeated the Shrek team's preparation area.
Dai Mubai slammed his fist against the wall with a dull thud: "How come we got drawn against the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in the first round!"
Xiao Wu sat on a bench in the corner, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.
Unease flickered in her pink eyes, clearly indicating that Chu Xinghe had left her with rather unpleasant memories.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun stood to the side, exchanging worried glances.
Oscar whispered, "Fatty, what do you think our chances of winning are?"
Ma Hongjun shook his head, his fat face jiggling: "Hard to say, that Chu Xinghe is not an easy opponent, but he should be in the first team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
Tang San sat silently at the long table, carefully examining the hidden weapon in his hand.
His eyes flashed with purple light as he continuously devised battle plans in his mind.
He secretly plotted how to use the Blue Silver Cage in conjunction with the Eight Spider Lances to deliver a fatal blow to Chu Xinghe, a cold smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.
"What's there to be afraid of!" Tyrone thumped his chest, his gruff voice echoing throughout the preparation area. "We can definitely beat the mere second team of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy!"
Ma Hongjun stepped forward, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge: "Third Brother, let me go on stage! I want to avenge what happened last time!"
Tang San raised his head, his gaze calm and firm: "No, we must hide our strength in the preliminaries. Proceed as planned."
He turned to look at Dai Mubai, "Boss Dai, I know you have a personal grudge against the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but the bigger picture is more important."
A flash of bloodlust crossed Dai Mubai's evil eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chu Xinghe stole Zhu Qing and forced me to break off our engagement. I must avenge this!"
Tang San stood up and patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder: "Don't worry, there will be opportunities."
He looked around at everyone, "Today's lineup is Boss Dai, Xiao Wu, Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, Jiang Zhu, Tai Long, and me. Our goal is to crush Tian Dou Team 2 within one minute and let them taste the humiliation!"
The door to the preparation area was pushed open, and a staff member poked his head in: "Shrek Academy, it's your turn to go on stage."
As the Shrek team walked out of the tunnel, the audience erupted in laughter once again.
Their filthy green team uniforms, plastered with advertisements, looked particularly comical under the spotlight.
In stark contrast, the appearance of the Tiandou Second Team was a highlight.
Chu Xinghe led his team into the field with neat steps, their light yellow school uniforms shining brightly in the sunlight.
The audience stood up and cheered, applauding thunderously.
...
On the battle stage, the seven members of the Shrek team stood in neat formation.
When Tang San realized that the person standing opposite him was Chu Xinghe, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers subconsciously reached for the storage soul tool at his waist.
Dai Mubai's gaze was fixed on Zhu Zhuqing.
More than a year has passed, and she has become even more stunning and captivating, with a touch of mature charm in every gesture.
Chu Xinghe deliberately put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and jokingly announced, "Don't look around, Zhuqing is my woman now."
Dai Mubai trembled with rage, his evil eyes surging with bloodlust.
He stared intently at Zhu Zhuqing, the thought that his former fiancée had now become his rival's woman fueling a burning rage within him.
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head helplessly as she looked at Dai Mubai's appearance.
She secretly rejoiced that Chu Xinghe had led her out of her misery; otherwise, with Dai Mubai's temperament, they would have had no chance of defeating Davis and Zhu Zhuyun.
"Dai Mubai." Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, her cold voice echoing on the Soul Battle Platform, "Our feud will end here today."
She released her martial spirit, and four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—slowly rose up.
The Shrek Academy members gasped in shock, and Dai Mubai's eyes widened in disbelief.
He clearly remembered that Zhu Zhuqing was only a Great Soul Master when she left, but she had broken through to the Soul Sect in just over a year.
"Surprised?" Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled into a mocking smile. "At the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, this is the normal cultivation speed. It's a real pity you wasted so much time at that lousy academy."
A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he secretly calculated that if he could use this opportunity to weaken one of the opponent's main forces, his chances of victory would greatly increase. He quietly gave Dai Mubai a wink.
Suppressing his anger, Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and accepted the challenge: "Fine, I'd like to see how much skill you've gained in the past year!"
In the audience, Dugu Yan clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Ye Lingling sat quietly to the side, her calm gaze sweeping over everyone on the field, taking in the entire situation.
Her expression remained indifferent, but her slightly forward-leaning posture betrayed her inner concern.
...
On the fighting stage, the referee suddenly swung his raised arm down, and the match officially began.
Zhu Zhuqing's figure instantly transformed into a black lightning bolt, and her first spirit ring suddenly lit up.
"First Soul Skill, Netherworld Thrust!"
Zhu Zhuqing's speed doubled in an instant, her slender figure leaving almost a blur, her sharp cat claws aimed straight for Dai Mubai's throat.
In a hasty move, Dai Mubai released his first soul skill, "White Tiger Protective Barrier." The white light shield had barely taken shape when it collided with Zhu Zhuqing's sharp claws, creating dazzling sparks.
With a muffled bang, the light shield trembled violently, forcing Dai Mubai to take three steps back to regain his balance.
"How is this possible…" A hint of shock flashed in Dai Mubai's evil eyes. He had not expected Zhu Zhuqing's power to be so strong.
Without a second thought, he immediately launched a counterattack. His second spirit ring shone, and the "White Tiger Blazing Light Wave" spewed out from his mouth, a milky white ball of light shooting towards Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled slightly and moved to the side like a ghost, easily dodging the attack.
At the same time, her fourth spirit ring lit up, and three identical clones instantly appeared around Dai Mubai.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Netherworld Shadow Clone!"
The four Zhu Zhuqings spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
Cold sweat beaded on Dai Mubai's forehead as he immediately activated his third soul skill, "White Tiger Vajra Transformation".
His body instantly swelled, his muscles bulged, and black tiger stripes appeared on his panel, doubling his defense and strength.
Even so, he still felt immense pressure facing the combined attack of four Zhu Zhuqings.
"Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
The four Zhu Zhuqing simultaneously activated their second soul skills, unleashing hundreds of claw shadows like a torrential rain upon Dai Mubai.
Although the White Tiger Vajra Transformation enhanced its defense, the sharp piercing effect still allowed soul power to seep into the meridians.
Dai Mubai groaned, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This is impossible!" Dai Mubai roared, and his fourth spirit ring finally lit up, "White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
Countless fist-sized golden orbs of light erupted from his body, attacking indiscriminately in all directions.
The three clones were instantly destroyed, but Zhu Zhuqing's main body had already leaped into the air.
"It's time to end this." Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice came from above.
She brought her hands together above her head, her ten fingernails merging into a foot-long black blade of light, and unleashed her third soul skill, "Netherworld Slash," with the force of thunder as it cleaved down.
Dai Mubai hastily raised his arm to block, but the power of the blow far exceeded his expectations.
He knelt heavily on one knee, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the sturdy fighting arena floor.
The audience was in an uproar. No one expected that the White Tiger Martial Soul of the Star Luo Empire would be completely suppressed by the Netherworld Spirit Cat in a battle of equal strength.
"Why…" Dai Mubai raised his head with difficulty, his evil eyes filled with incomprehension and anger, "The Zhu family has been dependent on the Dai family for generations, how could the Netherworld Cat be stronger than the White Tiger?"
Zhu Zhuqing coldly withdrew her attack and stood three steps away, looking down at her former fiancé.
After being tempered by the immortal herb "Narcissus Jade Skin and Bones", her physique has been completely transformed.
Not to mention the top-tier cultivation resources she obtained at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and Chu Xinghe's guidance, which allowed each of her soul skills to unleash power far exceeding that of others of the same level.
"Don't you understand?" Zhu Zhuqing's voice was devoid of any emotion. "It's not the difference in martial souls, but the difference in environment. In a place like Shrek Academy, you can never reach the realm of true powerhouses."
In the audience, Dugu Yan clenched her fist excitedly: "Zhu Qing is amazing!"
Ye Lingling remained seated quietly, but a hint of approval flashed in her eyes.
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Sneak attacks are a trick of the weak
Chapter 127 Sneak Attacks are the Tricks of the Weak
On the Soul Battle Stage, Tang San's eyes flashed with a cold light as he watched Dai Mubai fall.
He silently reached for his waist with his right hand, and three bone-piercing nails slipped silently between his fingers. Just as Zhu Zhuqing turned around, he flicked his wrist, and the hidden weapons shot out, aiming straight for Zhu Zhuqing's vital point in the back.
"careful!"
Chu Xinghe's figure appeared in front of Zhu Zhuqing in an instant, the Tyrannosaurus Beast Martial Soul already possessing him.
Its entire body was covered in orange-red dragon scales, and its sharp claws brought up a streak of fire as it accurately knocked three bone-piercing nails to the ground, producing a crisp metallic clang.
"Tang San, you're still as despicable as ever." Chu Xinghe's voice was icy cold.
His gaze shifted and locked onto Xiao Wu, who was standing at the very front of the Shrek team.
The third spirit ring suddenly lit up, and the Crimson Dragon Claw in Tyrannosaurus Fury state, carrying a scorching wave of air, struck Xiao Wu's face directly.
"ah!"
Xiao Wu had no time to react before three hideous scars appeared on her face.
She covered her face and collapsed to the ground, tears of anguish streaming down her face.
"Chu Xinghe!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his Blue Silver Grass surged wildly. "How dare you treat Xiao Wu so cruelly!"
Chu Xinghe retracted his dragon claw, a cold smile playing on his lips: "It's just an eye for an eye. You attacked my woman, so I'll destroy the person you care about most."
He glanced around at the eager Shrek students. "It's fair, isn't it?"
The members of the Royal Fighting Team 2 immediately wanted to step forward to help, but Chu Xinghe stopped them with a gesture: "All of you, step back."
His voice left no room for doubt: "I alone am enough to deal with someone like Shrek."
The atmosphere on the Soul Arena was tense. Tang San's Eight Spider Lances had already burst out of his body, and Dai Mubai struggled to stand up, his eyes burning with the fury of revenge.
Xiao Wu's sobs were particularly jarring in the silent arena. The scars on her face were hideous and terrifying, and she was no longer the pretty girl she used to be.
Chu Xinghe stood proudly in the center of the arena, his Tyrannosaurus Beast Martial Soul radiating a suffocating pressure, awaiting the Shrek Academy team's attack.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he immediately made a tactical adjustment.
His fourth spirit ring lit up, and he shouted, "Fourth spirit skill, Blue Silver Prison!"
In an instant, three layers of blue-glowing vine cages rose from the ground, trapping Chu Xinghe firmly within them.
Each layer of the cage is woven from hundreds of tough blue silver grasses, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.
"Now!" Tang San shouted sharply.
Dai Mubai immediately understood, raised his head and let out a deafening tiger roar: "Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His body instantly swelled, his muscles bulged, and black tiger stripes became clearly visible on the panel.
Not to be outdone, Talon unleashed his three spirit rings simultaneously: "Power Amplification! Defense Enhancement! Berserk State!"
His Mighty Ape Martial Soul made him even bigger.
Huang Yuan then activated the "Heavenly Wolf Transformation," transforming his body into a slender and agile form, significantly enhancing his speed and attack power.
Xiao Wu stopped crying and exchanged a glance with Jing Ling, then tacitly flanked them from both sides. Xiao Wu's third soul ring lit up, ready to activate "Teleportation" at any moment.
Jing Ling transformed into a black shadow, his skeleton martial soul giving him a chilling aura.
The five formed a perfect encirclement and launched their strongest attack on Chu Xinghe, who was trapped in the Blue Silver Cage.
Chu Xinghe simply shook his head slightly, a disdainful smile curving his lips.
His second spirit ring glowed slightly: "Second spirit skill, small flame."
A ball of orange-red fireball condensed in his palm. As the charging time increased, the fireball gradually changed from golden-red to incandescent white, emitting a suffocatingly high temperature.
"Break!" With a soft shout from Chu Xinghe, the fireball exploded.
The three-layered blue-silver cage was melted open instantly, like paper exposed to a raging fire.
The blazing fire continued its relentless advance, heading straight for Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply, and in his haste, he only had time to cross his arms in defense.
With a deafening roar, he was struck head-on by the fireball, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Boss Dai!" Tai Long roared, swinging his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, and charged towards Chu Xinghe.
His fist made a whistling sound as it pierced the air, but it was meaningless in the face of such an absolute difference in strength.
Chu Xinghe didn't even use his soul skills; he simply blocked with his right arm after it transformed into a dragon, which forced Tailong to retreat repeatedly.
Immediately following, a whip kick sent the powerful gorilla soul master crashing to his knees.
Huang Yuan seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the side, his wolf claws aimed straight for Chu Xinghe's throat.
However, Chu Xinghe seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He dodged to the side and then delivered a backhand elbow strike to Huang Yuan's back.
The lone wolf soul master groaned and collapsed to the ground.
Jing Ling's sneak attack was even more covert. He used the characteristics of the Skeleton Martial Soul to approach silently like a ghost.
Just when he thought he had succeeded, Chu Xinghe suddenly turned around, his crimson dragon eyes staring straight at him: "Too slow."
A straight punch landed squarely on Jingling's face, and he fell to the ground.
Xiao Wu uses "teleportation" to constantly change positions, trying to find an opportunity to attack.
But Chu Xinghe was faster; he predicted Xiao Wu's every move.
The instant the teleport ended, Xiao Wu was horrified to find that Chu Xinghe was already waiting at the landing point.
"Got you?"
The Crimson Dragon Claw unleashed three streaks of fire, leaving charred marks on her fair arm.
The final spinning kick sent the 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit flying off the stage.
Chu Xinghe walked slowly toward Tang San. With the Tyrannosaurus Beast Martial Soul possessing him, each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly.
"Sneak attacks are the tricks of the weak." Chu Xinghe's voice was cold and clear, echoing in the silent arena.
Before he finished speaking, his right claw suddenly lashed out, the Crimson Flame Dragon Claw bringing with it a scorching wave of air, striking Tang San heavily in the chest.
Tang San had no time to react. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, only managing to stop after hitting the railing at the edge of the arena.
He struggled to get up, but spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Eight Spider Spears drooped limply behind him.
The entire hall was silent, save for Jiangzhu's trembling voice: "I...we concede."
The healing-type Soul Master was pale, and the healing staff in his hand kept shaking.
In the audience, Yu Xiaogang slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly: "This is against the rules! Intentionally harming an opponent who has already conceded defeat!"
Crown Prince Xue Qinghe rose gracefully, his slender fingers lightly stroking the armrest of his chair: "Master Yu, the competition records show that Shrek Academy had not yet officially conceded defeat when Chu Xinghe made his move."
His voice was gentle but firm: "Complaint rejected."
Emperor Xueye looked at Chu Xinghe on the stage with great interest, a hint of appreciation appearing on his majestic face.
Bishop Salas, meanwhile, kept his head down, his quill quickly scribbling something on the parchment, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light.
The referee, as if waking from a dream, loudly announced: "Match over! Team Two of Heavenly Dou Royal Academy wins!"
Chu Xinghe withdrew his martial spirit and turned to walk towards his teammates.
Behind him lay the Shrek team members sprawled on the ground, and the audience watched in shock.
This overwhelming victory not only demonstrated the strength of the Royal Fighting Team 2, but also proclaimed Chu Xinghe's power to everyone.
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Emperor Xueye's Reward
Chapter 128 The Snow Night Emperor's Reward
Inside the magnificent VIP room, Emperor Xueye sat on a jewel-encrusted throne, his majestic gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall.
The flickering candlelight inside the hall reflected off the walls adorned with golden reliefs, further enhancing the imperial majesty.
Chu Xinghe was led by a guard to the throne, where he bowed slightly, his expression calm yet respectful.
"Minister Chu, I am very pleased with today's battle." Emperor Xueye's deep voice echoed in the hall. "At the age of fourteen, you defeated a powerful enemy and displayed the might of our Heavenly Battle. Today, I hereby promote you to Earl, grant you a fief of a hundred miles, and allow you to enjoy the imperial salary."
Chu Xinghe did not kneel, but bowed again, his voice steady: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."
A hint of admiration flashed in Emperor Xueye's eyes as he continued, "If you can lead your team to the finals, I will bestow upon you the title of Marquis, along with a mansion and a hundred private soldiers. If you win the championship—"
He paused slightly, then emphasized, "I will grant you the title of hereditary duke, placing you at the heart of the empire."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the hall varied.
Ning Fengzhi sat to the side, his eyes thoughtful. Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo beside him, said in a low voice, "This boy has amazing talent. If he can really grow up, even the Spirit Hall will probably have to be wary of him."
The three education commissioners looked pleased, clearly very satisfied with Chu Xinghe's progress.
Zhilin, the Soul Douluo, stroked his beard and smiled, saying in a low voice, "Our Heavenly Dou Empire has finally produced another peerless genius. The future is promising."
However, the Platinum Bishop Salas suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his voice cold and hard: "Your Majesty!"
The hall fell silent instantly, and all eyes were fixed on the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall.
Salas's gaze sharpened, and he deliberately raised his voice: "The highest rank ever achieved by the champions of previous tournaments is a count. Your Majesty's decision to make an exception today may not be convincing to the public!"
Emperor Xueye's face darkened, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Your Excellency, the way the Heaven Dou Empire bestows titles is none of the Spirit Hall's business."
Salas sneered and said, "Your Majesty, as the highest hall in the Soul Master world, the Spirit Hall naturally has the right to maintain the fairness of the Soul Master Tournament. If everyone is granted the title of Duke because of a single competition, then what is the point of this tournament?"
Emperor Xueye snorted coldly, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of his throne: "Bishop Salas, are you questioning my decision?"
Salas remained unyielding, his tone icy: "I wouldn't dare. It's just that the Spirit Hall has always been concerned about the development of Spirit Masters on the continent. If the Heaven Dou Empire were to break the rules at will, it might cause dissatisfaction among other kingdoms."
"Oh?" Emperor Xueye's gaze sharpened. "So the Spirit Hall intends to manage the internal affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire for me?"
Salas narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone softening, yet carrying a hidden threat: "Your Majesty misunderstands. The Spirit Hall only hopes for stability on the continent. If the rules are broken because of one person, it may cause unnecessary turmoil."
Emperor Xueye sneered: "Turbulence? I'd like to see who dares to stir up trouble within the Heavenly Dou Empire!"
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.
Everyone in the hall held their breath, and no one dared to interrupt.
Finally, Salas snorted coldly, stood up abruptly, and flicked his sleeves: "Since His Majesty insists on this, then the Spirit Hall can only wait and see."
Emperor Xueye said calmly, "No need to see me off."
Salas's face darkened. He turned and strode away, his footsteps jarring in the silent hall.
After Salas left, Emperor Xueye looked around at everyone and said in a gentle tone, "Everyone, there's no need to worry. The decisions of the Heavenly Dou Empire are not for outsiders to interfere with."
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, stepped forward, and said, "Your Majesty is wise. Young friend Chu has exceptional talent. If he is properly nurtured, he will surely become a pillar of the empire in the future."
Emperor Xueye nodded: "Sect Leader Ning is absolutely right."
Chu Xinghe shifted his gaze slightly, landing on Xue Qinghe, who was sitting quietly to the side.
The gentle and refined Crown Prince was sipping his tea when he noticed Xue Qinghe's gaze. He looked up, gave him a composed smile, and then nodded slightly, indicating that he should accept the reward.
Chu Xinghe withdrew his gaze, faced Emperor Xueye, bowed solemnly, and accepted the edict of nobility with both hands.
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." His voice was steady and powerful.
The servants knelt on one knee in unison and chanted loudly: "Earl Chu Xinghe, Blade of the Heavenly Dou Empire!"
The loud voice echoed in the hall for a long time.
...
After the ceremony, Emperor Xueye stood alone by the window of his private lounge, gazing at Chu Xinghe's departing figure, his deep eyes flashing with unfathomable thoughts.
"This child is exceptionally talented and should be used by my Heavenly Battle." He said in a deep voice, his fingers lightly tapping on the window frame, his tone carrying an unquestionable determination.
Xue Qinghe stood respectfully to the side, bowing slightly: "Father, you are wise. Chu Xinghe's ability to reach level 48 in soul power at the age of fourteen is indeed a rare talent. To be honest, when I saw his extraordinary talent, I took it upon myself to grant him the title of viscount and bestow Notting City upon him as his fief."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xue Ye turned around, his sharp gaze lingering on Xue Qinghe's face for a moment before he suddenly smiled and said, "Oh? I didn't expect that you would discover this gem even earlier than I did."
Xue Qinghe lowered his head humbly: "Your subject merely discovered his exceptional performance at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy by chance, and thus conceived the idea of recruiting talent for the Empire. Now it seems that your subject's vision was rather shallow; I did not expect his potential to far exceed expectations."
"You have done very well." Emperor Xueye nodded in satisfaction. "To win over talented people before they even emerge is the way of a ruler. Qinghe, you are increasingly showing the demeanor of a crown prince."
A barely perceptible glint flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes: "Thank you for your praise, Father. However, I am worried that the Spirit Hall will not stand idly by and watch such a genius grow up."
Emperor Xueye snorted coldly: "Salas' attitude today has already explained everything. The more they fear him, the more it proves Chu Xinghe's value."
"Father is absolutely right." Xue Qinghe hesitated for a moment. "I have some personal acquaintance with Chu Xinghe. Why don't I continue to keep in touch with him? After all, he has always been grateful for my kindness in recognizing his talent."
Emperor Xueye glanced thoughtfully at Xue Qinghe: "What are your plans?"
"Your subject wishes to invite him to join the Crown Prince's residence as a guest advisor in a private capacity," Xue Qinghe said cautiously. "This way, it won't be too conspicuous, and we can still provide him with protection in a legitimate manner."
Emperor Xueye pondered for a moment: "It's possible, but we must be careful not to overdo it. Geniuses are often arrogant, and excessive attempts to win them over may backfire and cause resentment."
"Your subject understands," Xue Qinghe replied respectfully. "I will treat you with sincerity and proceed step by step."
The Snow Night Emperor walked to his desk, took out a jade seal, and played with it: "Remember, a genius like Chu Xinghe must either be used by me, or..."
Xue Qinghe immediately replied, "Your subject understands the advantages and disadvantages involved."
Outside the window, the last rays of the setting sun gradually faded away.
When Xue Qinghe took his leave, a faint smile played on his lips.
He thought to himself: Chu Xinghe, you are my most important pawn, please don't let me down.
Outside the Great Soul Arena, Salas stood in the shadows, coldly watching the brightly lit arena, his eyes filled with malice.
"Snowy night, do you think this will stop the Spirit Hall's advance?" He muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips. "No matter how talented Chu Xinghe is, he's just a fledgling bird that hasn't grown up yet. The Spirit Hall has never failed to get the person it wants."
He turned and left, his figure disappearing into the night, leaving behind only a cold sentence that vanished in the wind: "We'll see."
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Qian Renxue's confusion
Chapter 129 Qian Renxue's Confusion
The next day, at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.
"Earl Chu, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!" The servant's hurried footsteps interrupted Chu Xinghe's morning exercise.
Chu Xinghe slowly withdrew his stance, beads of sweat sliding down his angular face.
The level 48 soul power flowed through his meridians, like a dragon poised to pounce, displaying extraordinary power.
"Your Highness?" Chu Xinghe raised an eyebrow and casually grabbed the outer robe hanging on the paulownia branch. "Lead the way."
In front of the academy's main gate, Xue Qinghe, dressed in a plain white brocade robe, stood with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, a servant respectfully held a carved wooden box, the intricately patterned surface shimmering with faint fluctuations of soul power.
"Your Highness's presence is a great honor, I have failed to greet you properly." Chu Xinghe clasped his hands in greeting, but his gaze swept over the exquisite gift box like a blade.
What's inside is probably not simple.
Xue Qinghe turned around, his gentle smile like a spring breeze: "Earl Chu, there's no need for such formalities. I've come here specifically to congratulate you on your promotion to Earl."
He gestured, and the attendant immediately stepped forward and carefully opened the wooden box.
A piece of pure white jade lay quietly on a silk cushion, its surface shimmering with golden veins resembling sunburst patterns.
"Warm Sun Jade?" Chu Xinghe's pupils contracted slightly.
This is a rare treasure that can nourish soul power, one of the Spirit Hall's treasures. Qian Renxue has really gone all out.
"It's just a small gift, nothing special." Xue Qinghe had a faint smile on his face. "Earl Chu has always been diligent in his cultivation, this item might be of some help to you."
Chu Xinghe took the wooden box, and the moment his fingertips touched the jade surface, a warm current surged into his meridians. His soul power, which had been slightly tired from his morning exercise, became as active as if bathed in a spring breeze.
"Your Highness's generous gift is too much for me to bear." He nodded slightly, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind.
This gift is too heavy, too heavy to be a simple congratulatory gift.
Xue Qinghe seemed to see through his doubts and chuckled, "There's no need for formalities between us. The back mountain is quiet; why don't we go to the Tranquil Pavilion for a chat?"
The two walked slowly up the bluestone steps, while the servants stopped a hundred paces away in tacit agreement.
Chu Xinghe could sense that Xue Qinghe's seemingly casual steps concealed a certain deliberate rhythm.
Xue Qinghe was observing him and assessing him.
The Jingxin Pavilion is surrounded by sycamore trees, whose falling leaves rustle, creating a natural barrier for the conversation.
Xue Qinghe picked up the celadon teapot, and the amber-colored tea soup drew a graceful arc in the air.
"Earl Chu achieved early success, reaching level forty-eight at the age of fourteen, making him arguably the greatest genius since the founding of the Tiandou Kingdom." Xue Qinghe slowly pushed the teacup towards Chu Xinghe. "What are your thoughts on the current political situation in Tiandou?"
Amidst the fragrant tea, Chu Xinghe looked up and stared directly at the other person: "Does Your Highness wish to hear the truth or mere pleasantries?"
"Of course it's the truth." Xue Qinghe tapped the stone table lightly with his fingertips, the rhythm like a heartbeat.
Chu Xinghe picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "The empire appears strong on the surface, but undercurrents are surging beneath. The Spirit Hall is pressing forward relentlessly, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's attitude is ambiguous, and factions are everywhere in the military. The current situation of the empire is like this cup of tea: calm on the surface, but turbulent beneath."
"What a turbulent undercurrent." A strange light flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes. "Then, in your opinion, how should we break this deadlock?"
"The key lies with the crown prince." Chu Xinghe put down his teacup, his voice low but clear. "Your Highness is benevolent and wise. If you can inherit the throne soon, you will surely deter the villains."
The fallen leaves on the stone table suddenly moved without any wind, and Xue Qinghe's expression flickered for a moment: "Earl Chu, are you speaking sincerely?"
"Your Highness has shown me great kindness." Chu Xinghe's eyes were piercing, and his soul power surged unconsciously. "If you need my help in the future, I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse."
The rustling of the sycamore leaves drowned out the lingering sound.
Xue Qinghe gazed at the young man before him, whose sharpness was restrained, and suddenly raised his cup in a toast: "To have someone like you is a blessing for the country."
The tea soup is slightly bitter upon entering the throat, followed by a sweet aftertaste.
Chu Xinghe could feel the other person's gaze scrutinizing his face, as if trying to see through his soul.
He knew that the real test had only just begun.
"Speaking of which," Xue Qinghe put down his teacup and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table twice, "if the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall were to go to war in the future, would you be afraid?"
A glint flashed in Chu Xinghe's eyes, and his soul power surged like flames: "Fear?"
A defiant smile played on his lips. "With such formidable enemies before us, this is the perfect opportunity to hone our skills. To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to competing with those so-called prodigies of the Spirit Hall, like..."
He deliberately dragged out his words, "That so-called youngest pope in the history of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong."
Upon hearing Bibi Dong's name, the teapot in Xue Qinghe's hand trembled almost imperceptibly, and a few drops of tea splashed onto the stone table.
He continued pouring tea without showing any emotion: "It seems you know quite a bit about the Spirit Hall?"
"It's just a way to survive." Chu Xinghe leaned back casually in his chair. "A piece of trash with only level three innate soul power would probably be long gone if he didn't figure out the various forces involved."
Xue Qinghe suddenly laughed, a genuine smile in his eyes: "You know what? Sometimes I really envy cultivation fanatics like you. Unlike me, I'm always tied up with official duties and can't even find time for meditation."
Chu Xinghe keenly caught the fleeting desolation in the other's eyes. It was not the expression Xue Qinghe should have, but rather the weariness that Qian Renxue could not conceal from the depths of her soul.
His thoughts drifted to Qian Renxue in the original story, who was manipulated by fate. Her biological father was the infamous Qian Xunji, and her biological mother was Bibi Dong, who was infatuated with Yu Xiaogang but could not win his heart.
Her life seemed destined to atone for the sins of the previous generation. Perhaps it was this deep-seated loneliness and trauma that ultimately led her to repeat her mother's mistakes, becoming a prisoner of her emotions and hopelessly infatuated with Tang San.
"Your Highness is joking." Chu Xinghe pretended to be unaware. "As the Crown Prince, you bear the heavy responsibility of the empire. A person like me, who has nothing else to do but cultivate, has nothing else to do."
Xue Qinghe shook his head with a wry smile: "Sometimes I think, if I could focus on cultivation like you, perhaps my fate would be different."
"Your Highness," Chu Xinghe suddenly interrupted him seriously, "Everyone has their own path to walk. Your choice to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the empire is worthy of respect."
He silently added in his mind: Although this path was wrong from the very beginning.
Xue Qinghe's gaze darkened slightly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, which were disguised as black, as if he wanted to see through Chu Xinghe's thoughts.
After a moment, he dropped his probing expression and said seriously, "Let's get down to business. I would like to invite you to serve as a guest advisor in the Crown Prince's residence, and I will also arrange a Soul Saint guard for you. After you graduate, you can directly become a guest advisor to the royal family and enjoy the treatment of being offered a position."
Chu Xinghe tapped his teacup lightly with his fingers, pretending to think for a moment, then suddenly revealed a sly smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. However, there's no need for guards. Although Senior Dugu has an eccentric temper, his ability to protect people is still reliable."
"You…" Xue Qinghe smiled helplessly, but his eyes revealed genuine appreciation. "You're always so unique. But that confidence is truly enviable."
The midday sun shines through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled light on the stone table, like an unsolved game of chess.
The two chatted for a few more minutes before Xue Qinghe got up to take his leave.
Chu Xinghe stood at the academy gate, watching the magnificent carriage gradually disappear into the distance.
A gust of wind swept by, lifting a corner of the carriage curtain, and he seemed to see a glint of gold flash in Xue Qinghe's eyes.
"An angel shrouded in the shadow of his parents," he murmured to himself. "I hope that one day you can truly live for yourself."
Inside the carriage, Qian Renxue removed her disguise, letting her long golden hair cascade down like a waterfall.
Looking at the warm sun jade in her palm, exactly the same as the one she had given to Chu Xinghe, she suddenly felt an unprecedented weariness.
"Did I really choose the right path?" she asked herself softly, but there was no answer.
The warm jade felt slightly hot in her palm, like the flame burning in the boy's eyes, so intense that it was impossible to ignore.
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Crisis at Shrek Academy
Chapter 130 The Crisis of Shrek Academy
A tense atmosphere filled the Shrek Academy's conference room.
Flander took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes; this habitual action revealed his inner anxiety.
"Losing to Tiandou Team 2 in the first round was bad enough." His voice was low. "That kid Chu Xinghe was able to crush us with a bunch of substitutes. If we lose to Xiangjia Academy as well, we might not even make it to the qualifying rounds."
Yu Xiaogang stood in front of the conference table, his knuckles white from the force he exerted.
He stared intently at the information on Elephant Armor Academy: "Seven team members, three Soul Masters, four peak Soul Venerables, all with Diamond Mammoth Martial Souls."
He turned to look at everyone, his eyes flashing with resentment, "This kind of defense is something that even Mu Bai's White Tiger Vajra Transformation after activating his Martial Soul Possession couldn't break through."
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
He recalled the humiliation of being easily defeated by Chu Xinghe in the first match, and felt as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest.
"What about hit-and-run tactics?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but ask, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair. "We can use our speed advantage."
"The venue is too small." Yu Xiaogang shook his head and interrupted her. "The Elephant Armor Sect's formation will force us into a corner, and then we won't even have room to dodge."
As he spoke, he drew a small square on the tactics board and circled it heavily.
Zhao Wuji slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly: "Are we just going to admit defeat like this? When have we at Shrek Academy ever been so pathetic?"
There were faint fluctuations of soul power emanating from him, clearly indicating that he was emotionally agitated.
"Old Zhao, calm down." Flander pressed down on his shoulder and turned to Yu Xiaogang. "Xiaogang, you're a tactical mastermind, you must have a solution, right?"
Yu Xiaogang's lips pressed into a straight line. He desperately wanted to prove his theory, but reality stood like a high wall in his way.
"We must field our full strength in the next match," he concluded. "Tang San, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Tai Long, Huang Yuan—we can't afford to lose a single one. We must win this match."
In the corner, Tang San lowered his head.
He recalled Chu Xinghe's ease and composure on the field, a feeling that pierced his heart like a thorn.
Li Yusong scratched his stubble-covered chin: "There are still those monstrous teams like Blazing Fire Academy and Wind God Academy behind us. If we lose this match, we might have to end our tournament journey early."
"Then it's all over." Flander slammed his glasses back onto his nose, his eyes bloodshot behind the lenses. "My academy, Xiao Gang's theories, everything's finished. Those who were waiting to see us fail…"
His voice trailed off, without uttering the name he feared most—Chu Xinghe.
The meeting room fell into dead silence.
Oscar mechanically rubbed his fingers together. Ma Hongjun's chubby face was unusually devoid of a smile. Tailong and Huang Yuan exchanged uneasy glances.
Xiao Wu quietly took Tang San's hand and found that his palm was covered in cold sweat. She whispered, "Xiao San, we'll definitely be able to think of a way."
"We will win." Tang San suddenly looked up, a hint of purple flashing in his eyes. "For our teacher's theory, for the honor of Shrek Academy."
Dai Mubai sneered, "That's easy to say. Chu Xinghe is probably waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves."
"Enough!" Yu Xiaogang shouted sternly. "Now is not the time for infighting."
He took a deep breath. "Tomorrow, follow my tactics. Mu Bai will be the main attacker, Tang San will control the situation, Xiao Wu will provide support, and the rest of you will act according to circumstances. Remember, even if we lose, we must lose with dignity!"
After the meeting, Tang San stood alone on the training ground.
The night breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes as he gazed in the direction of Tiandou City, where it was brightly lit.
"Chu Xinghe," he murmured to himself, "one day I will prove that my teacher's research was correct."
Meanwhile, in the villa of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, Chu Xinghe was playing with Dugu Yan's jade-like legs.
He suddenly sneezed and laughed as he said to Dugu Yan beside him, "Looks like someone's been talking about me. It's probably those Shrek guys."
...
The next day, the second round of the preliminary rounds of the All-Continent Elite Tournament for Advanced Soul Master Academies officially began.
The 28 teams were divided into three groups. Tiandou Royal Academy Team 2 was in the first group, facing Thunder Academy, while Shrek Academy was in the third group to face Elephant Armor Academy.
In the rest area of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Instructor Sun Buyu handed a document to Chu Xinghe: "The captain of Thunder Academy is Yu Tianxin, a level 43 Power Attack type Battle Soul Master, whose Martial Soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus."
Chu Xinghe took the documents and casually flipped through them.
At this moment, Yu Tianheng walked over from the side and said in a deep voice, "Chu Xinghe, I hope you can defeat Thunder Academy with overwhelming force."
"Oh?" Chu Xinghe looked up at him.
Yu Tianheng clenched his fist: "Yu Tianxin is my rival for the family inheritance. If you can easily defeat him, the family will understand that it's not that I'm weak, but that you're too strong."
Chu Xinghe closed the document, his expression calm: "Understood, I will finish this quickly."
Dugu Yan chuckled lightly, "Looks like someone's going to be in trouble."
Chu Xinghe didn't say much, but simply stood up and walked towards the competition venue.
...
In the VIP stands of the Great Soul Arena, Emperor Xueye sat in the first seat, flanked by two other important figures.
Yu Luomian, the second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, and Hu Yanzhen, the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect.
Hu Yanzhen stroked his beard and spoke first: "Brother Yu, I heard that your grandson Yu Tianxin is going to fight that Chu Xinghe today? In yesterday's battle, the strength that boy showed was indeed amazing. I'm afraid Yu Tianxin is in grave danger."
"Sect Leader Huyan is overthinking it." Yu Luomian's face was gloomy. "Tianxin is a talented child, and he may well be able to put up a fight."
"Hahaha!" Hu Yanzhen laughed loudly, his rough laughter carrying a hint of mockery. "Brother Yu, why deceive yourself? The strength that Chu Xinghe displayed yesterday is something even you and I have to take seriously. As for our Elephant Armor Sect's match against that Shrek Academy today, it's just a formality."
Yu Luomian snorted coldly: "Sect Leader Huyan, you'd better not speak too confidently. If the Elephant Armor Sect loses to an unknown little academy, that would truly be a laughing stock."
"Lose?" Hu Yanzhen curled his lip in disdain. "Those brats from Shrek Academy? My grandson Hu Yanli's Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul, even if he stands still, they can't break his defense."
Sitting to the side, Ning Fengzhi gently shook his head and said softly, "Sect Leader Huyan, although Shrek Academy may not be well-known, those who can participate in the competition are no ordinary players. Besides..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Yesterday's defeat was less due to Shrek Academy being too weak and more due to Chu Xinghe being too strong."
"Sect Leader Ning, you are mistaken," Hu Yanzhen scoffed. "Shrek doesn't even have a decent Soul Master, how dare they..."
Before he could finish speaking, Salas suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing Huyan Zhen like a knife.
Although the platinum bishop did not speak, the warning was self-evident.
Hu Yanzhen's expression changed slightly, and he immediately fell silent.
Although he was the head of a sect, he dared not act presumptuously in front of the Spirit Hall.
Upon seeing this, Yu Luomian's lips curled into a cold smile, but she did not press her advantage.
He turned to look at the arena, secretly thinking: Tianheng was right, this Chu Xinghe is indeed a monster. If only he could be recruited into the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.
Ning Fengzhi took in the reactions of the two men and whispered to Bone Douluo beside him, "It seems that this competition is much more interesting than we imagined."
Emperor Xueye remained silent throughout, his gaze fixed intently on the audience.
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