A Kindred Spirit Right Before Her Eyes

Tang San sighed and shook his head, "But the nobles of our Heaven Dou Imperial Capital and the various ducal kingdoms are all living a life of debauchery, spending lavishly."

A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes as he continued, "If you ask me, a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one. Let's finish this in one decisive battle, unify the Douluo Continent, reclaim the power of the Kingdom and Duchy, and end all the conflicts once and for all."

Tang San looked at Xue Qinghe, a smile curving his lips. "But don't worry, as a citizen of the Heaven Dou Kingdom, of course I'll support Brother Xue. Brother Xue is the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, and will be the Heaven Dou Emperor in the future. When you unify the continent, I'll also benefit from it."

Xue Qinghe was stunned after hearing this.

These words really struck a chord with me.

Unifying the continent and ending the strife! This is her ultimate goal.

He had gone through countless hardships to disguise himself as Xue Qinghe, lying in wait for over a decade, all so that one day he could use the Heaven Dou Empire as a springboard to conquer Star Luo Empire and unify the continent.

Tang San's words were like a key, unlocking the tightly closed door in her heart.

It's true what they say, "A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend; where in the world can one find a true friend?" But isn't this friend right before my eyes?

Unconsciously, Xue Qinghe took Tang San's hand.

His eyes were filled with excitement and approval, and it seemed as if two flames were burning in his golden eyes.

She said, "My dear brother's words are from the bottom of my heart; every single one of them reflects my own feelings."

Tang San thought to himself, "How could it not be what I really think? I'm just saying what you're thinking."

But he didn't withdraw his hand. Instead, he coughed and steered the conversation back on track. "Brother Xue, you've asked me so many questions, and you still haven't answered me. Should I participate in this year's Soul Master Tournament? I'm not sure what to do, and I'd like to hear Brother Xue's opinion."

"Of course you should participate. I fully support your participation."

Xue Qinghe released Tang San's hand and said decisively, "In this Soul Master Tournament, the Spirit Hall has offered four Soul Bones, and all the academies on the continent are watching closely. If you can win the championship, you will not only get those four Soul Bones, but you will also become famous throughout the world. Why would you miss such a good opportunity?"

Xue Qinghe paused, his gaze falling on Tang San, his tone becoming more serious. "I wonder how your cultivation is now, my brother? I need to know your strength to help you plan."

"To be honest, Brother Xue, my Soul Power has now reached level fifty-seven," Tang San said truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe immediately showed shock and joy.

Level 57—to reach level 57 before the age of twenty, what does that even mean?

The three members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation were only newly promoted Soul Kings.

Zhang San, the Pope's last disciple, broke through to the Soul Ancestor at the age of thirteen and a half, which was already a rare feat, but compared to the young man in front of him, he seemed to be far inferior.

"Is it true, my dear brother?" Xue Qinghe's voice trembled slightly, carrying an barely suppressed excitement.

Tang San didn't speak, but with a thought, Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm, and five Soul Rings rose from the soles of his feet, two yellow, two purple, and one black.

Xue Qinghe couldn't believe his eyes.

To possess such terrifying talent and strength is like finding a treasure.

Bibi Dong, you're so arrogant, aren't you? Trying to build momentum for your Holy Son? I'll do the opposite.

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

Her mind was racing.

If we could defeat the Spirit Hall Academy and seize those four Soul Bones, what would Bibi Dong's expression be like?

Furthermore, if they find out that I was the one who defeated them, how will you still have the face to appoint them as the Holy Son?

Having made up his mind, Xue Qinghe immediately and earnestly recruited him. "If you are willing to join my Crown Prince's Residence, I will guarantee your personal safety and will never allow anyone to harm you. If you are not willing, I will not force you, and will still support you wholeheartedly."

Without hesitation, Tang San immediately clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute. "Of course I'm willing. I've admired Brother Xue for a long time and am willing to pave the way for Brother Xue. If Brother Xue doesn't mind my humble origins, I'm willing to serve you like a dog or a horse."

Xue Qinghe's eyes reddened with excitement, and her smile was as bright as a flower.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was a woman, and quickly stepped forward, taking Tang San's hands in her own.

It's a feeling of clarity that comes when you've racked your brains for a year trying to find a solution to a difficult problem, only to discover that the answer is right in front of you.

Xue Qinghe's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy and anticipation. "Excellent! If my brother wins the Soul Master Tournament, I will certainly petition Father to bestow upon you the title of King. We brothers will fight side by side and fulfill our dreams together."

What, you're dreaming? I just want to win a championship and save my life. Aren't you overthinking it?

Tang San stood up without changing his expression, scratched his head, and said with a hint of apology, "Thank you, Brother Xue. Also, my real Tang San. Li Si was just an alias I used when I was traveling. Please forgive me, Brother Xue. It's safer to use an alias when traveling. I didn't mean to hide it from Brother Xue."

"Tang San? Zhang San?" Xue Qinghe muttered, his brows furrowing slightly. The two names were too similar.

Tang San noticed the change in Xue Qinghe's expression, his heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm and asked, "Brother Xue, is something wrong?"

Xue Qinghe snapped out of his reverie, waved his hand, and his gentle smile returned to his face. His tone was relaxed and casual. "No, no, I just remembered someone else's name. Never mind, from now on I'll call you Third Brother."

Upon hearing this, Tang San couldn't help but grumble to himself, "My three brothers all call me Third Brother. Oh well, I'll let you know how powerful I am before you start calling me that."

He clasped his hands in a fist and a sincere smile appeared on his face, "Okay, thank you, Brother Xue. Brother Xue thinks so highly of me, I will definitely do my best to live up to your expectations."

Xue Qinghe smiled and nodded, walked to Tang San's side, and patted his arm naturally. "Alright. Third Brother, I'll order a banquet to be prepared to welcome you back. It's rare for us brothers to get together, so let's drink until we're drunk!"

Tang San naturally didn't stand on ceremony; it was the perfect time to build a good relationship.

He smiled and nodded, then followed Xue Qinghe out of the reception room.

The Crown Prince's private inner hall was even more elegant than the reception room.

One dish after another was served, filling the entire table.

The two ate and chatted, pouring out their hearts to each other.

When the conversation gets interesting and we get excited, as brothers, shaking hands isn't too much to ask, is it?

Since we're brothers, when offering a drink, it's not unreasonable for a brother to put his arm around someone's shoulder or back, right?

When reminiscing about the past and emotions run high, as brothers, a hug isn't too much to ask, is it?

Xue Qinghe blushed slightly at first, a shy blush typical of a young girl.

But Tang San's enthusiasm kept coming, and she couldn't push him away or escape him, so her shyness was slowly replaced by helplessness.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Tang San slowly shifted from reproach to a complex emotion of resignation.

Go ahead and touch, it's just your hands; go ahead and hug, you can't really do anything; after all, you're a "man," it's normal for brothers to hug and cuddle.

She comforted herself in this way, and her body became less stiff; she even felt a sense of enjoyment.

I haven't felt that sense of being cared for and embraced for many years.