Are They All Anti-Spirit Hall in This Group?

"Oh?"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze flickered. "What matter does Senior mean?"

Chen Xun stroked his beard and said slowly:

"In one month, there will be a battle over a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in the Star Dou Great Forest. This old man will be going as well."

He paused briefly before continuing:

"However, I may have to deal with even stronger opponents. When killing the soul beast, I fear I will not have the attention to spare for claiming its soul bone."

"That is why I thought it best not to let the benefits fall into outsiders' hands."

Before his words had even faded,

Ning Fengzhi and the other two's expressions changed abruptly!

One month later!

The Star Dou Great Forest!

A contest for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Wasn't that exactly the information Xue Qinghe had just revealed?

Seeing their odd expressions, Chen Xun could not help asking in confusion:

"What is it? Do you have other important matters to attend to then?"

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly shook his head.

"Senior misunderstands. To be honest..."

He slowly recounted the information Xue Qinghe had told them.

After hearing it,

a trace of shock flashed through Chen Xun's eyes.

Someone besides him had learned of this in advance?

No!

It had to be one of the people in the group.

Xue Qinghe...

Chen Xun recalled seeing the Heaven Dou Crown Prince at Senior So Handsome They Chop Me's bookstore last time.

Could he also be a member of the God Realm Preliminary Group?

Otherwise,

how could he know such a secret?

But Xue Qinghe's Soul Power and talent made that completely impossible!

There was no need to mention fellow Daoist Poison God and fellow Daoist Never Stop Here; both were at least Titled Douluo-level powerhouses.

The new group member who joined yesterday, Is Snow Not Snow, was a woman...

Or rather...

One of these three had an extremely close relationship with Xue Qinghe!

After all, it was perfectly normal for a crown prince to recruit retainers and secretly cultivate his own forces.

"Who could it be?"

Chen Xun's gaze turned deep and distant.

But with Xue Qinghe leaking the news as an example, it was highly likely that the other two group members had also passed the information on to their respective factions.

The battle in the Star Dou Great Forest a month from now

would surely be very lively.

Early the next morning.

Xue Qinghe got up and washed, then picked up the Myriad Laws Mirror and casually sent a message to the group.

Is Snow Not Snow: Good morning, Seniors! (smile)

Never Stop Here: Good morning. (drinking tea)

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: Oh? Up so early, girl?

Is Snow Not Snow: Sigh, handling official affairs every day is exhausting. The All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Competition is coming up soon, and His Majesty specifically ordered me yesterday to make sure this event is properly organized.

Those casually spoken words made everyone in the group stir at once.

Handling official affairs, organizing the Spirit Master Competition...

The upcoming All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament was being jointly hosted by the Heaven Dou Empire and Spirit Hall.

And this fellow Daoist Is Snow Not Snow had used the title "His Majesty," rather than "His Holiness the Pope."

From the looks of it,

she had to be someone from the Heaven Dou Empire and held a position within its establishment.

For Xue Ye to personally give her orders, her status within the empire was clearly far from ordinary.

Chen Luo, who was eating breakfast in the shop, also saw Qian Renxue's message.

The All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Competition... I nearly forgot about that.

This is also a great opportunity to harvest Shock Value...

Chen Luo had already begun making new plans in his heart.

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: If you ask this old man, there is hardly any need to hold this Spirit Master Competition at all. Spirit Hall takes first place almost every year. It is truly boring to watch.

Is Snow Not Snow: Although Senior Poison God has a point, hasn't the Clear Sky Sect emerged from seclusion this year? The championship may still be uncertain this time.

Never Stop Here: The girl is right. For Spirit Hall to have won the championship for so many consecutive years, the younger generations of the two great empires truly have been lacking.

Never Stop Here: Now that the Clear Sky Sect has returned to the world, it is indeed impossible to say who will take the championship. (cheer)

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: Heh heh, this old man does not care who wins the championship, as long as Spirit Hall does not get it again.

Never Stop Here: Agreed +1

Having just finished washing up, Xue Qinghe watched the constantly refreshing messages in the group, and the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

Could everyone in this preliminary group be anti-Spirit Hall?

What did they mean by anyone could win except Spirit Hall?

However—

deep down, she did not want to see Spirit Hall win either.

Especially the Spirit Masters raised by that woman.

At that thought, a chill flashed through Xue Qinghe's eyes.

She wiped the droplets from her face and stared at the crown prince's visage reflected in the mirror.

Now, they will definitely take me for someone from the Heaven Dou Empire.

She thought silently to herself.

Is Snow Not Snow: This junior will not keep chatting with you Seniors. It is time to attend to official affairs.

Not Just Targeting the Poison God: Go on, young people should strive harder! (thumbs up) (thumbs up) (thumbs up)

Is Snow Not Snow: Thank you for the encouragement, Senior Poison God! (smile)

Xue Qinghe put down the Myriad Laws Mirror and slowly walked out of her bedchamber.

The morning light was faint, and the first wisp of golden radiance gently fell upon his handsome profile.

For some reason,

her mood was especially clear today,

as though a corner of the gloom that had weighed upon her for years had quietly been brushed away.

That long-lost lightness

made her vaguely recall

that it seemed to have been a very, very long time

since she had felt such relief.

Heaven Dou City, Shrek Academy.

With the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Competition approaching, the entire academy was shrouded in a tense atmosphere of preparation.

Ever since Xiao Wu's death,

the people of Shrek seemed to have been ignited by some obsession, cultivating frantically day and night without rest.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Ning Rongrong successively broke through the level-thirty bottleneck,

while Tang San's Soul Power had climbed all the way to level thirty-five.

Such progress could be called astonishing,

but at the Spirit Master Competition, where geniuses gathered, it was still far from enough.

At this moment,

just as Tang San was cultivating with full concentration,

Flender and Yu Xiaogang approached from nearby with solemn expressions.

What drew attention was that

a mysterious man in a gray robe followed behind them.

"Tang San, someone wants to see you."

Flender looked at Tang San, adjusting his glasses as a faint, barely perceptible smile touched his lips.

Tang San rose to his feet and asked in confusion:

"Someone wants to see me?"

Tang San looked at the person behind Flender.

The next moment,

his body suddenly trembled.

"Dad... Dad?!"

"Is it really you?"

Tang San ran toward him in excitement.

Dai Mubai and the others, who had been training nearby, also stopped one after another and turned to look at Tang San.

Come to think of it,

ever since Xiao Wu died,

this was the first time Tang San had smiled.

Seeing Tang San run toward him, Tang Hao slowly pulled back his hood.

"Little San, it has been a long time."

Tang Hao's voice was as deep as ever.

The moment he saw Tang Hao,

Tang San could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. He rushed forward and hugged Tang Hao.

A trace of relief flashed through Tang Hao's eyes as well, and he said softly:

"A real man does not shed tears lightly."

"By the way, where is that little girl by your side?"

"Why do I not see her?"

As a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao naturally knew Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

At the mention of Xiao Wu,

Tang San's heart felt as if it had been sliced by knives once more.

"Dad... Xiao Wu was killed..."