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Tang San failed to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor
Chapter 146 Tang San's Awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor Fails
The morning after the preliminary rounds ended, Tang San followed closely behind Tang Hao, his steps light and quick, unlike that of a Soul Master who had just gone through a fierce battle.
"Dad, do you think my strength will catch up with Chu Xinghe after the Blue Silver Emperor awakens?" Tang San asked this question for the third time, his eyes shining with longing.
Tang Hao stopped and turned to look at his son: "What's the rush?"
His rough, large hand pressed on Tang San's shoulder. "Remember, true strength isn't determined by comparison."
Tang San pursed his lips: "But Chu Xinghe..."
"Enough!" Tang Hao suddenly raised his voice, startling a flock of birds in the forest. "You're acting like a competitive, immature brat!"
Tang San lowered his head, his fists clenching unconsciously: "I just don't want to lose again."
Tang Hao stared at his son for a long time, then suddenly sighed, "We've arrived."
What unfolds before you is a deep, blue-silver forest, with countless vines shimmering with blue light entwined among the towering ancient trees.
As soon as Tang San took a step, he felt his martial soul tremble violently.
"What, what's going on?" Tang San looked at his palm in surprise as Blue Silver Grass appeared uncontrollably.
Tang Hao rarely showed a smile: "Can you feel it? This is the scent left by your mother."
"Mom?" Tang San looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.
"Sit down." Tang Hao pointed to an open space in the center. "Close your eyes and meditate, feel with your heart."
Tang San sat cross-legged eagerly, but couldn't help asking, "Dad, how long does awakening take? When will I be able to complete my awakening?"
"Shut up!" Tang Hao interrupted sharply. "If you keep asking me these questions, I'll take you back right now!"
Tang San immediately fell silent and obediently closed his eyes. As his meditation deepened, he gradually felt countless subtle life energies flowing into his body.
The blue silver grass danced merrily in his palm, as if celebrating its return home.
Tang Hao stood aside, watching the blue light spots emanating from his son's body, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
He murmured to himself, "Ah Yin, our son has finally returned."
Tang San's breathing gradually became steady, and he was completely immersed in the resonance between his martial spirit and the forest.
He felt an unprecedented sense of intimacy, as if every blue silver grass in this forest was telling him something.
The soul power within the body began to circulate on its own, creating a wondrous resonance with the surrounding environment.
Tang Hao stood quietly by his side, a rare gentle expression appearing on his rough face.
He gazed into the depths of the forest, as if looking at a familiar figure through the dense shadows of the trees.
Tang San sat cross-legged in the center of the Blue Silver Forest, his body gradually enveloped in a pale blue halo.
Countless tiny blue silver grasses grew from the ground and gently wrapped around his body.
The soul power within him gradually took on a crystalline blue hue, perfectly merging with the life energy of the entire forest.
"This feeling is wonderful." Tang San exclaimed inwardly. He could clearly sense the pulse of each Blue Silver Grass, as if he were a part of this forest.
The warmth emanating from those plants felt so real that it convinced him that his awakening was about to succeed.
Tang Hao stood not far away, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.
Seeing the increasingly intense blue light surrounding his son, a rare smile appeared on his rough face: "Is he finally about to awaken...?"
However, five hours later, although the blue light around Tang San was still bright, his spirit body had not undergone any qualitative change.
The blue silver grass surrounding him was still just ordinary blue silver grass, showing no aura or characteristics befitting a king.
Tang Hao's smile gradually froze, and his brows furrowed deeply.
He strode over to Tang San's side, carefully examining the Blue Silver Grass, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"Something's not right..." Tang Hao muttered to himself, his voice filled with barely concealed confusion and unease. "Why aren't the characteristics of the Blue Silver Emperor showing up?"
Tang San also woke up from his meditation. He opened his eyes and looked at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm with confusion: "Dad, why do I feel like I've completely resonated with this forest, but my martial soul hasn't evolved?"
Tang Hao remained silent, staring intently at the seemingly ordinary yet unusually active Blue Silver Grass, a sense of foreboding flashing in his eyes.
Tang Hao's face suddenly darkened. He grabbed Tang San's wrist and said sternly, "Something's wrong. The aura in this forest is different from before. Come with me!"
The two hurried through the dense forest, the fallen leaves rustling softly beneath their feet.
Finally, they stopped in front of a sudden open space. Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted. The towering ancient tree that should have stood there had disappeared, leaving only a huge pit with a diameter of more than 20 meters.
"This is impossible." Tang Hao's voice was terrifyingly low. He knelt on one knee, his rough fingers picking up a clump of soil and rubbing it between his fingertips. "The aura of the Blue Silver King is still there, but his physical body is gone."
Tang San frowned and looked around: "Could it be people from the Spirit Hall? They've been active in the area a lot lately. Yesterday I even saw several people wearing Spirit Hall uniforms loitering around the edge of the forest."
Tang Hao suddenly turned around and grabbed Tang San's pulse point with his large, iron-like hand.
The powerful soul force surged into his meridians like a flood, causing Tang San to groan.
A moment later, the Haotian Douluo's face turned ashen: "Your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has been completely corrupted by those damned toxins, and the bloodline inheritance of the Blue Silver Emperor has been completely blocked."
"What? This is impossible!" Tang San staggered back two steps, his back hitting an oak tree. "My internal energy has been suppressing the toxins all along, and I circulate the Mysterious Heaven Technique three times every day after cultivation to purify it..."
He abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.
"It's all because of your damned hidden weapons!" Tang Hao suddenly roared in fury, slamming his fist into a large tree that required three people to encircle, snapping the thick trunk in two. "I should have stopped you from indulging in these unorthodox methods! Now look what's happened, your mother's legacy, the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor, all destroyed by you!"
Tang San clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms: "So what if it's a hidden weapon? Chu Xinghe also relies on some strange and unusual moves..."
"Shut up!" Tang Hao interrupted sharply, his voice shaking the surrounding leaves to the ground. "You're still comparing yourself to others? Look at what your martial soul has become!"
He grabbed Tang San's wrist and forced him to release his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
The grass blades, which should have been smooth and lustrous like jade, were now covered with hideous purplish-black patterns, emanating an unsettling aura.
Tang San stared intently at the mutated martial soul, his Adam's apple bobbing: "There will always be a way to solve this."
"It's no use." Tang Hao suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained away, staggering and leaning against a tree trunk. His resolute face aged ten years in an instant. "The bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor has been severed. It's all my fault. I clearly saw that you were going astray, but because of... because of my own inner conflict, I let it go."
His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a soliloquy.
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Tang San adds a spirit ring to the Clear Sky Hammer
Chapter 147 Tang San Adds Soul Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer
A heavy silence filled the forest. Tang Hao stood under an ancient tree, his rough hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He lowered his head, his eyes swirling with overwhelming regret.
Tang San had never seen his father so distraught, which made him realize that this was the perfect opportunity to bring up that idea.
Tang San took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.
He stepped forward and stopped three steps away from Tang Hao, his voice firm and clear: "Dad, I've decided to give up cultivating Blue Silver Grass and focus on the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul. I need to add a Soul Ring to it immediately so I can catch up with Chu Xinghe."
Tang Hao suddenly looked up, his eyes instantly blazing with anger: "Nonsense!"
The roar shook the surrounding leaves, causing them to fall in a rustling sound, and several birds perched in the trees to flee in panic.
He strode closer to Tang San, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped his son. "Do you know the true value of twin martial souls? Only after establishing a solid foundation should you add a high-level spirit ring to your second martial soul. This is the correct path of cultivation! Being impatient for quick success now will only ruin the potential of the Clear Sky Hammer!"
Tang San didn't back down. He suddenly rolled up his sleeve, revealing the hideous burn scar: "Dad, look at this!"
His voice trembled with suppressed anger, "Chu Xinghe is already level 49. With the amplification of his ten-thousand-year soul ring, my Blue Silver Grass couldn't even withstand a single move!"
As he said this, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "If I continue to guard this corrupted martial soul, I'll never become a Title Douluo in this lifetime!"
The illusory image of the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand trembled violently, emitting a deep hum.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to many years ago, to the scene where Yu Xiaogang taught Tang San how to add a poison-type soul ring to the Blue Silver Grass.
At that time, he was immersed in the grief of losing his wife and paid no attention to his son's cultivation.
Looking back now, every decision he made seemed like a mockery of fate, filling him with a heart-wrenching regret.
"Dad." Tang San's voice suddenly calmed down, but it was filled with undeniable firmness. "You taught me to use the hammer in my left hand to protect the grass in my right hand."
He raised his left hand, the phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer faintly appearing in his palm. "But if even the hammer isn't strong enough, what can we use to protect this Blue Silver Grass that turns to ashes when faced with flames?"
Tang Hao's gaze fell on the hideous burn mark on his son's arm, the panel around the wound still showing an abnormal purplish-red hue.
The image of Chu Xinghe's golden-red flames instantly turning Blue Silver Grass to ashes during the preliminary rounds involuntarily flashed through his mind.
That scene was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into his heart.
Tang Hao's fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.
He looked at his son's stubborn face, whose eyebrows and eyes were exactly like Ah Yin's, but now they were filled with his own stubbornness and madness when he was young.
"Fine." Tang Hao finally sighed, his voice filled with unprecedented exhaustion. "Let's do as you say."
He turned and walked into the depths of the forest. His usually upright back now appeared somewhat hunched, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
Tang San stood there, watching his father's receding figure, his heart filled with complex emotions.
The joy of achieving the goal surged like a tide, but was diluted by an indescribable sense of loss.
He looked down at his hands; in his left hand was the hammer that symbolized the glory of the Haotian Sect, and in his right hand was the grass left by his mother.
This decision will completely change his cultivation path, but in order to surpass Chu Xinghe, who stands like a mountain in his way, he has no other choice.
A gentle breeze rustled through the forest, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Tang San took a deep breath and followed in his father's footsteps. From this day forward, he would embark on a completely new path, a path full of unknowns and challenges.
But no matter what, he must become stronger, strong enough for everyone to look up to him, strong enough to wash away all humiliation and failure.
...
Tang Hao brought Tang San to the Star Dou Great Forest to find a suitable soul beast for Tang San.
With the overwhelming power of the Title Douluo, they quickly hunted down three ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, namely twelve thousand, fifteen thousand, and sixteen thousand years old, and added three soul rings to Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.
In order to enhance his strength, Tang San decided that the fourth spirit ring of the Clear Sky Hammer would absorb a spirit beast that was 20,000 years old.
Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, Tang Hao stood beneath an ancient tree and said in a deep voice, "Little San, are you ready? This time we're hunting a 20,000-year-old Vajra Tiger, which will be very difficult for you to handle."
Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination: "Dad, I have to do this. Chu Xinghe is already level 49, I don't have time to take it slow."
Tang Hao frowned, his rough hand pressing on his son's shoulder: "You need to think this through. Without the tempering of immortal herbs, absorbing a 20,000-year soul ring will be very dangerous."
"I'm not afraid!" Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with a determined flame. "As long as I can catch up with Chu Xinghe, I can endure any pain!"
Looking at his son's stubborn expression, Tang Hao felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He recalled how he had once recklessly pursued power, ultimately leading to a grave mistake.
But now, he seems to have no right to dissuade his son.
A flash of black light appeared in Tang Hao's hand, and the enormous Clear Sky Hammer materialized out of thin air.
He flashed forward and smashed a heavy hammer into the head of the Vajra Tiger. The soul beast, with 20,000 years of cultivation, immediately collapsed to the ground, on the verge of death.
Tang San stared intently at the scene, his eyes gleaming with intense light.
He imagined himself as a Title Douluo, and he knew he would be even more powerful than Tang Hao.
After all, he possesses twin martial souls, and the soul rings of the Clear Sky Hammer are all at least ten thousand years old, which must be an astonishing level of strength.
"It's your turn." Tang Hao put away the Clear Sky Hammer and stepped aside.
Tang San took a deep breath and summoned his Clear Sky Hammer.
Although the Vajra Tiger was on the verge of death, he still cautiously struck it three times until he was sure that the powerful soul beast had completely lost its life force.
When the fourth deep black spirit ring rose from the corpse of the Vajra Tiger, Tang San's breathing became involuntarily rapid.
His fingers trembled slightly, and his voice carried a hint of hesitation: "Dad, can I really do it?"
Seeing his son's rare display of vulnerability, Tang Hao's hardened heart softened.
He stepped forward and patted Tang San's shoulder heavily with his broad hand: "Remember, no matter how painful it is, you must guard your mind. Dad will always be there for you."
Tang San felt the warmth of his father's palm, and the hesitation in his eyes was gradually replaced by determination.
He straightened his back, his eyes fixed intently on the black spirit ring, preparing to face the upcoming test.
The moment the spirit ring entered his body, Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Tang Hao immediately released all his soul power to protect his son's heart meridian. Seeing his son covered in blood, his eyes reddened slightly.
"Hold on!" Tang Hao roared. "Think about your goal!"
Three days later, when Tang San opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his father's tired face.
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had stayed by Tang Hao's side for the past three days without leaving him for a moment.
"Dad..." Tang San called out weakly.
Tang Hao's tense expression finally relaxed: "It's good that you're awake."
Feeling the surging soul power within him, Tang San couldn't wait to summon the Clear Sky Hammer.
Four deep black spirit rings slowly swirled around the hammer, emanating a chilling aura.
"My soul power is level 48." Tang San muttered to himself, then suddenly leaped up and swung his hammer with all his might at the distant mountain wall.
"boom!"
The mountain wall shattered with a crash. Tang San looked at his masterpiece, his eyes blazing with the flames of revenge: "Chu Xinghe, just wait, it's time to settle our score!"
Tang Hao stood aside, watching his son's ecstatic expression, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He knew that this power came at a great cost.
But seeing the long-lost confidence in Tang San's eyes, he ultimately said nothing, only silently clenching his fist.
"Dad, let's go back." Tang San turned around, his face had returned to calm, but the ambition in his eyes burned even brighter. "It's time to let everyone know who the real genius is."
Tang Hao nodded, but a sense of unease rose in his heart.
Where will this road lead?
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Fifth Soul Skill, Tyrannosaurus Charge
Chapter 148 Fifth Soul Skill, Tyrannosaurus Charge
Inside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Chu Xinghe sat alone in the center of the villa's training room.
The entire room was enveloped in a crimson light, and the intense soul energy fluctuations caused the air to distort slightly.
He slowly opened his eyes and took out a crimson lotus flower from his storage soul tool.
The Crimson Lotus exudes a scorching aura, and flame patterns are faintly visible on its petals.
Without hesitation, Chu Xinghe swallowed the entire lotus flower into his mouth, and immediately a surge of scalding heat rushed from his throat to his dantian.
The medicinal power erupted instantly within the body, and a heat flow like magma washed over every meridian.
Chu Xinghe's entire body surface turned crimson, and the large beads of sweat that had just seeped out were evaporated into mist.
Driven by the medicinal effects, his soul power surged wildly, and muffled, thunderous sounds emanated from his body.
The temperature in the training room rose sharply, and the soul-guiding lamps on the walls flickered due to the high temperature.
Chu Xinghe gritted his teeth and guided the raging energy to circulate orderly within his meridians.
His muscles twitched slightly, yet he maintained a perfect meditative posture.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent energy gradually subsided.
Chu Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes, a crimson-gold light flashing deep in his pupils.
He felt the surging soul power within him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Level 50, finally reached." Chu Xinghe murmured to himself, his voice filled with undisguised joy.
He slowly stood up, his soul power receding, but he could not completely hide his powerful aura.
Chu Xinghe walked to the window, gazing in the direction of the academy, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Level 50 means he is only one step away from becoming a Soul King, and it also means he is about to obtain his fifth Soul Ring.
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Chu Xinghe pushed open the door of Dugu Bo's villa, the wooden hinges creaking slightly.
Dugu Bo was sitting in a rattan chair by the window, toying with a purplish-black poisonous plant in his hand, his emerald green eyes intently observing the patterns on the leaves.
"Grandpa, I've reached level 50." Chu Xinghe's voice was calm but tinged with anticipation. "It's time to hunt for my fifth spirit ring."
Dugu Bo paused in his movements, then slowly raised his head. His green eyes widened slightly, then a satisfied smile spread across his face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out: "Not bad, not bad."
He casually placed the poisonous herb in a jade box beside him, stood up, and patted off non-existent dust from his robes: "Alright, I'll accompany you to Sunset Forest."
Dugu Bo walked up to Chu Xinghe and patted him on the shoulder: "Let me see how many years of soul rings you can absorb this time."
A glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes. "Twenty thousand years? Or even more?"
Chu Xinghe smiled slightly but did not answer immediately.
He knew that Dugu Bo had always had high expectations of him, and he never disappointed him.
The two exchanged a glance and walked towards the door in tacit agreement.
...
Deep in the Sunset Forest, Dugu Bo and Chu Xinghe swiftly moved among the towering ancient trees.
The two deliberately concealed their auras, avoiding low-level soul beasts along the way, and headed straight for the area where ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts roamed.
After three days of patient searching, they finally found their target in a valley.
It was a 30,000-year-old unicorn earth dragon, with a massive body that was ten meters long and covered in hard, obsidian-like scales.
Its spiral horn gleamed with a metallic sheen, and its body radiated a violent surge of soul power.
"Good luck." Dugu Bo sneered, and his pressure at the level of a Title Douluo suddenly erupted.
The Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul appeared behind him, with nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—lighting up in succession, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Kid, watch closely!" Before Dugu Bo finished speaking, his figure flashed out like a ghost.
His seventh spirit ring shone brightly with black light, and his "Martial Spirit True Body" was activated instantly.
A gigantic phantom of a Azure Phosphorous Serpent King materialized in the air, hurtling towards the Unicorn Earth Dragon with overwhelming power.
Before the earth dragon could react, it was blasted apart by a series of poison-type soul skills.
Dugu Bo's attack was swift, accurate, and ruthless. In just a few breaths, the powerful ten-thousand-year-old soul beast was on the verge of death, collapsing to the ground unable to move.
Chu Xinghe slowly walked towards the dying unicorn earth dragon, and the Tyrannosaurus Beast Martial Soul instantly possessed him.
His first spirit ring shone brightly, and his right arm transformed into a crimson dragon claw, carrying scorching heat as it aimed directly at the earth dragon's vital points.
With a muffled thud, the 30,000-year-old soul beast finally stopped struggling.
A jet-black spirit ring rose from the earth dragon's corpse, and the powerful energy fluctuations caused the surrounding air to tremble.
The deep black was faintly tinged with dark red, revealing its terrifying cultivation of thirty thousand years.
Chu Xinghe sat cross-legged, guiding the soul rings toward himself.
The moment the Soul Ring energy entered his body, his body trembled violently.
Crimson dragon scale patterns appeared on the surface of the panel, muscles expanded at a visible speed, and bones emitted subtle popping sounds. Violent energy surged and crashed within his body, as if trying to reshape every inch of his meridians.
Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his emerald green eyes fixed on Chu Xinghe's changes.
He was ready to lend a helping hand at any time, but his eyes were filled with more expectation that the boy could create a miracle.
Half a day later, the energy fluctuations around Chu Xinghe finally stabilized.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of crimson-gold light in his pupils.
The fifth jet-black spirit ring slowly rotated around him, echoing the other four spirit rings and radiating a chilling pressure.
"Success." Chu Xinghe stood up, feeling the surging new power within his body.
His voice was steady and powerful; the fusion of his fifth spirit ring had successfully raised his spirit power to level fifty-two.
A confident smile appeared on Chu Xinghe's lips, and his fifth spirit ring suddenly shone with a deep black light.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Tyrannosaurus Charge!"
With a low shout, his body began to undergo astonishing changes.
With a cracking sound, his body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a crimson Tyrannosaurus Beast ten meters tall.
Its entire body was covered in thick scales, each one gleaming with a metallic sheen, and its dragon eyes burned with tangible flames.
The next moment, the enormous creature suddenly charged forward.
The moment its powerful hind legs pushed off the ground, the ground within a ten-meter radius collapsed with a deafening roar.
The Tyrannomon's figure transformed into a crimson lightning bolt, tearing the air apart wherever it passed and producing a piercing explosion.
A giant, century-old tree that required three people to encircle was instantly reduced to dust by this terrifying impact, leaving not even a speck of wood behind.
Dugu Bo's pupils shrank sharply, and his usually composed face showed a rare look of shock: "How is this possible? The fifth soul skill has the effect of a martial soul true body?"
As the smoke and dust cleared, the Crimson Tyrannosaurus Beast's figure gradually shrank, transforming back into Chu Xinghe's human form.
He patted non-existent dust off his sleeves and laughed, "Grandpa, my martial soul isn't an ordinary beast martial soul."
Dugu Bo stared at Chu Xinghe for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Good lad! It seems I underestimated you."
He patted Chu Xinghe on the shoulder forcefully, "Let's go back and celebrate!"
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Xue Qinghe's late night visit
Chapter 149 Xue Qinghe's Late-Night Visit
Time flies, and soon it was time for the qualifying rounds to begin.
The morning mist enveloped the outskirts of the royal hunting grounds, and thorny vines entwined the tall iron fences, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the morning light.
At the entrance, members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Knights, clad in gleaming silver armor, stood ramrod straight, solemnly scrutinizing each arriving team.
The fifteen teams that qualified through the preliminary rounds arrived one after another, creating a unique scene at the entrance.
Huo Wu of Blazing Academy held her head high, her bright red team uniform standing out against the morning mist.
Feng Xiaotian of Shenfeng Academy stood quietly at the front of the group, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the direction of Chihuo Academy.
Tang San of Shrek Academy stood at the back of the line with a gloomy expression, staring at the front with a sinister look in his eyes.
As Chu Xinghe led the second team of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy slowly in, a murmur of discussion immediately arose in the arena.
"Look, that's Chu Xinghe! I heard he's only fourteen and already almost a Soul King!"
"Not only is he ridiculously strong, but he's also so handsome! It's just outrageous!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, he's looking over here..."
Chu Xinghe was wearing the pale yellow school uniform of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and his slender figure looked particularly tall and straight in the morning mist.
He calmly surveyed his surroundings, ignoring the gazes that were either adoring or envious.
His gaze paused slightly as it swept over Shrek Academy, briefly meeting Tang San's gloomy eyes, before he casually looked away.
"Brother Xinghe, everyone's watching you," Zhao Tiezhu said with a simple smile.
Chu Xinghe gently shook his head: "Focus on preparing for the competition."
His voice wasn't loud, but it immediately silenced the entire team, and the members unconsciously straightened their backs.
Not far away, Dugu Bo looked at Chu Xinghe's calm and composed demeanor and nodded in satisfaction.
Meanwhile, in the VIP section, Emperor Xueye's gaze never left this young genius soul master, his eyes filled with anticipation.
The registration area for the qualifying rounds was packed with people, with teams from various colleges lining up to complete the procedures.
Chu Xinghe stood in the ranks of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. The Soul Masters around him unconsciously kept a distance of three steps from him, yet they couldn't help but frequently cast inquiring glances at him.
The Shrek Academy team lined up in the distance. Tang San's face was gloomy, his eyes were like knives as he stared at Chu Xinghe's back, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
Feng Xiaotian of Shenfeng Academy stood with his arms crossed, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
The Thunder Academy team members whispered among themselves, their voices unconsciously dropping several decibels whenever Chu Xinghe's name was mentioned, their tone filled with apprehension.
Chu Xinghe was already used to these strange looks and behind-the-scenes discussions. He looked at the documents in his hand with a normal expression, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
After completing the registration procedures, the teams from each college proceeded to the rest area.
Ning Rongrong stepped lightly out of the group and flew to Chu Xinghe's side like a cheerful little bird.
"Brother Xinghe, how are your preparations for the qualifying rounds going?" She tilted her head, her long pink hair swaying gently in the wind. "I heard you've broken through again?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, and her eyes sparkled with a cunning light.
Chu Xinghe smiled faintly: "It's alright, everything is proceeding as planned."
Just as Ning Rongrong was about to say something more, a dark figure silently appeared beside Chu Xinghe.
Zhu Zhuqing naturally took Chu Xinghe's arm, her purple eyes calmly looking at Ning Rongrong: "Rongrong, is there something you need?"
Her voice was neither warm nor cold, but her gesture of holding Chu Xinghe's arm carried an undeniable possessiveness.
Ning Rongrong's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes instantly turned cold: "It's nothing, just checking in on Xinghe's cultivation progress."
She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "Brother Xinghe".
Chu Xinghe felt Zhu Zhuqing's arm tighten slightly, so he gently patted the back of her hand, silently conveying his comfort.
The atmosphere between the three became subtle, and the surrounding chatter seemed to subside.
...
As night fell, the camp of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy was dotted with twinkling soul-guided lights.
Xue Qinghe arrived at Chu Xinghe's tent and gently knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Chu Xinghe's voice came from inside the tent, calm but with a hint of wariness.
Xue Qinghe lifted the tent flap and saw Chu Xinghe wiping his wrist guards.
His Highness the Crown Prince smiled slightly: "Still preparing for tomorrow's competition so late?"
Chu Xinghe put down the object in his hand and turned to face Xue Qinghe: "Your Highness's visit so late at night must be to discuss something important?"
Xue Qinghe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes blazing: "After the qualifying rounds, I want you to return to the main team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
Chu Xinghe raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Your Highness is worried about the strength of the second team?"
"On the contrary." Xue Qinghe walked to the table. "It is precisely because your strength is too great that I need you to be in charge of the main team. The Spirit Hall has sent the Golden Generation this time, three Soul Kings."
Chu Xinghe's lips curled slightly: "Your Highness is indeed well-informed. However..."
He raised his right hand slightly, and five spirit rings—two yellow, one purple, and two black—slowly appeared. "I am already a Spirit King."
Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted slightly, then he laughed loudly, "A fourteen-year-old Soul King! You certainly haven't disappointed me."
He suddenly lowered his voice, "But did you know that the Spirit Hall offered three spirit bones as a prize for the champion this time?"
"Three soul bones?" Chu Xinghe pretended to be unaware, his brows furrowing slightly. "What a grand gesture."
A sharp glint flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes: "Therefore, the Heavenly Dou Empire must win this battle."
He added meaningfully, "Especially... we can't let the Spirit Hall benefit from this."
Chu Xinghe keenly noticed the unusual tone in Xue Qinghe's voice when he mentioned the Spirit Hall.
He pondered for a moment: "Your Highness, I joined the second team to fight against more Soul Masters of different types and accumulate practical experience."
"I understand your thoughts." Xue Qinghe nodded. "But after the qualifying rounds, you will face a true battle of the strongest. The home team needs your strength."
Chu Xinghe stood up and bowed solemnly: "As Your Highness wishes, I will return to my home team after the qualifying rounds."
Xue Qinghe patted Chu Xinghe on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Very good. Remember, this battle is not only about honor, but also about the future of the empire."
He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "The ambitions of the Spirit Hall need to be curbed."
After Xue Qinghe left, Dugu Bo emerged from the shadows: "This kid makes no attempt to hide his hostility toward the Spirit Hall."
Chu Xinghe picked up the wristband again and wiped it: "Yes, it seems there are some stories between His Highness the Crown Prince and the Spirit Hall that we don't know about."
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes: "What do you plan to do?"
"Proceed according to plan." Chu Xinghe put the wristband back on his wrist. "But now, we have an even more anticipated opponent."
A glint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, "The Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall is the perfect test for my fifth spirit skill."
Dugu Bo snorted lightly: "Don't be too smug, those three Soul Kings are not easy to deal with."
Chu Xinghe smiled slightly: "That suits me just the way it is. After all, the path to true strength requires such opponents to hone one's skills."
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Meeting the Kamikaze Academy again, Tang San applied to fight
Chapter 150 Reencounter with Shenfeng Academy, Tang San Requests to Fight
The next morning, the Royal Hunting Grounds were bustling with people.
In the center of the renovated competition venue, a circular area with a radius of fifty meters was clearly marked, which was much more spacious than the arena in the preliminary rounds, providing the contestants with more room to perform.
On the temporary VIP seating area on the north side, the flag of the Heavenly Dou Empire fluttered in the morning breeze.
On a snowy night, the Emperor, surrounded by his ministers, slowly ascended the VIP platform.
He was dressed in magnificent imperial robes, his face dignified yet slightly weary.
When the amplified soul guide device broadcast his voice throughout the entire venue, Chu Xinghe keenly noticed that the emperor's smile was somewhat forced, and his eyes lacked genuine joy.
"I hereby declare that the qualifying rounds officially begin today." Emperor Xueye's voice was deep and powerful. "I hope that all participating Soul Masters will give their all in the upcoming qualifying rounds and fight for the glory of the Empire."
The Soul Masters below the stage immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and many waved the academy's flag excitedly.
Chu Xinghe stood in the ranks of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, calmly observing everything.
He noticed that after Emperor Xueye finished speaking, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the direction of the Platinum Bishop Salas, and a trace of barely perceptible worry flashed in his eyes.
"For the glory of the empire!" The surrounding students shouted slogans, creating an exceptionally enthusiastic atmosphere.
Chu Xinghe also raised his right hand, but his eyes remained clear.
In this seemingly celebratory moment, he seemed to understand the deeper meaning behind the Snow Night Emperor's smile.
Ning Fengzhi rose gracefully from the VIP seats. He surveyed the entire venue, his gentle voice resounding throughout the training ground via his soul tool: "Those gathered here today are all elite soul masters of the Empire's younger generation. May you all display your talents in the competition, bringing glory to the academy and adding luster to the Empire."
The emcee stepped forward at the opportune moment and asked, "Sect Leader Ning, which team do you think has the best performance?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Tian Dou Royal Academy team below the stage: "Tian Dou Royal Academy is full of talented people, I believe they will definitely bring a wonderful performance."
This subtle hint immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the audience.
In the center of the VIP seats, upon hearing these words, Emperor Xueye finally showed a genuine smile.
He nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the spirited members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy on the sidelines.
Bishop Salas, the Platinum Archbishop, walked onto the drawing platform expressionlessly and completed the drawing ceremony without uttering a single word.
The emcee took the draw results and announced loudly, "The first round of the qualifying tournament: Shrek Academy versus Kamikaze Academy!"
An uproar immediately broke out in the Shrek Academy team.
A glint of excitement flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
Dai Mubai gave a helpless, bitter smile and shook his head.
A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, with many pointing and commenting on Shrek Academy's odd green team uniforms.
"It's those country bumpkins again!"
"Shinkaze Academy has picked up an easy target!"
"Look at their ridiculous outfits..."
The emcee continued, "The opponent of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy is the Fabia Academy."
This news caused almost no stir, and the audience had no interest in this little-known academy.
The members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy exchanged smiles, looking relaxed.
After the draw ceremony, Salas slowly walked to the front of the stage.
His deep voice resonated throughout the arena through the soul tool: "The Spirit Hall guarantees the absolute fairness of this draw with honor."
These words were spoken with absolute certainty, yet they caused many of the college team leaders present to secretly frown.
Salas looked around and continued, "All Soul Masters who enter the finals will be qualified to join the Spirit Hall directly. The Spirit Hall will provide the best cultivation resources and guidance for outstanding talents."
As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur of discussion erupted from the audience.
Many young Soul Masters whispered among themselves, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
In the VIP section, Emperor Xueye's face instantly darkened, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the armrest.
Upon seeing this, Ning Fengzhi immediately leaned forward and whispered in the emperor's ear: "Your Majesty, please calm down. This is just a common recruitment tactic used by the Spirit Hall."
Emperor Xueye snorted coldly, barely suppressing his anger, but the displeasure in his eyes was still obvious.
Chu Xinghe stood in the Royal Fighting Team, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the VIP seats and Salas.
He noticed Ning Fengzhi's subtle gestures in comforting the emperor, and also saw the fleeting smug smile on Salas's lips.
This seemingly simple recruitment announcement is actually a blatant attempt to undermine the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Chu Xinghe understood that the open and covert struggle between the two major forces was escalating.
His teammates around him were also discussing the generous terms offered by the Spirit Hall, but Chu Xinghe just listened in silence.
He knew that such a public recruitment was not only a provocation against the Heavenly Dou Empire, but also a harbinger of an impending storm.
The team leaders from various colleges had different expressions; some were eager to try, while others looked worried.
This Soul Master Competition is no longer just a contest between academies.
The emcee's booming voice echoed throughout the venue: "The first match will begin in half an hour, Shrek Academy versus Godwind Academy."
Teams from other academies gradually left the rest area and headed to the spectator stands, soon leaving only members of Shrek Academy in the entire preparation area.
"I'll go first." Tang San's voice was calm, but every word was like a nail driven into the ground.
Yu Xiaogang frowned: "Now is not the time to act rashly. Your Clear Sky Hammer is our last trump card. Revealing it too early will give other teams something to be wary of."
"An ace up?" Tang San's lips curled into a cold smile. "Who are we saving this for? For Chu Xinghe? Or for those who mocked us?"
Dai Mubai stepped forward, arms crossed: "Xiao San, Master is right. Feng Xiaotian is nothing but a clown, not worth your personal attention. We should focus on more important opponents."
"Not worth it?" Tang San suddenly turned to face Dai Mubai. "You all said the same thing when I lost to him last time."
His sharp gaze swept across each of his teammates' faces. "This time, I'm going to personally defeat him and let everyone know the strength of Shrek Academy."
Xiao Wu quickly walked to Tang San's side and reached out to tug at his sleeve: "Third Brother, please reconsider."
"Xiao Wu, don't try to persuade me." Tang San gently pulled his hand away from hers, his tone resolute. "There are some things I have to solve myself. This is a battle for my dignity."
Yu Xiaogang was silent for a moment, then looked at his most prized disciple with a complicated expression: "Have you thought about the consequences? Revealing our strength too early will put us at a disadvantage in the finals, which is related to the honor of the entire team."
Tang San lowered his head and adjusted his wrist guards, his movements meticulous: "Then let them watch. Let's see who's more passive. I'll make Feng Xiaotian pay the price for his last victory."
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable power.
Ma Hongjun scratched his head and hesitated before speaking, "Actually, I think what Third Brother said makes sense. We can't keep hiding this forever..."
"Shut up, fat man." Oscar immediately interrupted him, lowering his voice, "This isn't that simple. We need to consider the bigger picture."
Flander pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Tang San and Yu Xiaogang: "Since it's decided, let's do as Tang San says."
He turned to Yu Xiaogang, "But should we make any tactical adjustments?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head: "Let him be."
His tone carried both disappointment and a sense of expected understanding, as if he had foreseen this outcome.
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