Worried Sick for the Martial Soul Hall (Seeking Follow-ups, Follow-ups are Important)

After all that fussing, Qian Renxue gave up.

She still couldn't escape Xia Wuyou's embrace.

"Xia Wuyou, you bastard, you shameless lecher, stop what you're doing right now. If you keep taking advantage of me, I'll bite you without hesitation."

Qian Renxue was both embarrassed and furious.

She'd been tormented by this bastard Xia Wuyou for so long.

Her face was already burning hot.

Not only were her legs weak and limp, even her undergarments were soaked with sweat.

"Heh! Little Xue Sister, are you behaving now?"

Xia Wuyou pinched Qian Renxue's chin.

He leaned in and kissed her rosy lips.

"Mmph!"

Qian Renxue's eyes went wide, her mind blank. Had she been ambushed by that bastard Xia Wuyou again?

She pounded his chest with her soft little hands, but after a moment's thought, Xia Wuyou didn't seem so bad. So she half-resisted, half-acquiesced, and instead of pushing him away, she responded passionately.

A moment later, their lips parted.

"Little Xue, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Xia Wuyou tweaked the playboy's script, his eyes locked intently on Qian Renxue in his arms, his gaze as sincere as a baby's.

Qian Renxue felt a little shy under his stare, shifting her gaze slightly as she snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Xia Wuyou, you bastard, are you satisfied now? Tell me! Who are you really? How do you know the secret of the Angel Bone, and how did you see through my true identity so easily?"

Her body trembled slightly, her chest rising and falling with it. That heart, long riddled with holes from Bibi Dong's wounds, now pounded fiercely and uncontrollably, fast and hard.

She was already in her twenties.

Not young anymore.

In this generally early-maturing Douluo Continent, many girls her age had long since experienced the affairs of men and women, some even married and started families, with kids old enough to run errands.

But her?

She could only wash the kid off her hands...

Xia Wuyou pinched Qian Renxue's cheek.

"Little Xue, how about we talk while we eat?"

Xia Wuyou had no intention of chatting on an empty stomach; he just wanted to fill his belly first.

"Fine! But you'd better not lie to me."

"Then, come clean honestly."

Qian Renxue nodded and agreed directly.

She had taken the initiative to invite Xia Wuyou to the banquet today precisely to accomplish what that old thing Xue Ye had tasked her with, and probing Xia Wuyou's identity and background was one of her goals.

As the two ate, the scene shifted.

Tiandou City, Spirit Hall Temple.

Martial Soul Hall's Platinum Archbishop Salas wore a grim expression.

"Xia Wuyou, dean of Yanhuang Academy, martial soul Eye of Time and Space. Time Attribute unverified, Space Attribute confirmed. Seven-Ring Spirit Saint. Specific strength unknown. Spirit ring configuration: Three Purple, Three Black, One Red."

"Identity and background suspected to be from a Hidden Clan, a major sect or power, with five thousand years of heritage. Preliminary judgment: three Title Douluo above level ninety-five. Comprehensive evaluation: extremely dangerous."

"Known achievements: one Space Attribute spirit skill instantly killed Six-Ring Soul Emperor Qin Ming, Seven-Ring Spirit Saint Taino, and Eight-Ring Soul Douluo Taitan. With Ning Fengzhi's support, he even exchanged a move with ninety-sixth-level Peak Douluo Sword Douluo Chen Xin without losing ground. Comprehensive evaluation: Xia Wuyou's actual combat strength far exceeds that of same-rank spirit masters, enough to rival a Title Douluo. Not to be confronted head-on."

After reading the intelligence on Xia Wuyou, Salas felt his head throbbing.

As the master of the Tiandou City Spirit Hall Temple, he naturally knew about what had happened at Yanhuang Academy.

"Sigh, what a headache!"

"If we let Xia Wuyou run unchecked, once he becomes a Title Douluo, paired with a Three Purple, Three Black, Three Red spirit ring configuration, he'll surely become a major thorn in Martial Soul Hall's side."

For the sake of Martial Soul Hall, Salas had worn himself out.

Though he was arrogant, greedy, lecherous, and ruthless, he was utterly loyal to Martial Soul Hall. He had grown up there, dedicating his entire life to the Angel Family.

Just then, something occurred to Salas. He turned sharply to look out the window, quietly staring at the nearby Seven Treasures Glazed Hotel.

"Young Master, I hope you can win over Xia Wuyou."

As a high-ranking member of Martial Soul Hall and the person in charge of the temple in Tiandou City, Salas naturally knew Qian Renxue's identity.

He was essentially a decoy placed in the open by Martial Soul Hall, specifically to draw the attention of other forces.

And Porcupine Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo, those two Title Douluo elders, were the hidden pieces tasked with protecting the Young Master in secret.

"I'll find a chance to ask the Young Master tomorrow."

"Let's see how she plans to handle Xia Wuyou."

Faced with Xia Wuyou, who was too strong to contend with, Salas made a decision in his heart.

A man was wise to know his own limits.

He didn't think he could beat Xia Wuyou.

Rather than antagonize Xia Wuyou, he might as well do something else.

For instance, the Fallen.

"Balak Kingdom, Suotuo City, Shrek Academy, the Golden Iron Triangle, Flanders, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, the Fallen!"

"Heh heh! Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Luomian, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—this old man will find you two old bastards something to do!"

Salas's bony fingers tapped lightly on the desk, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

He couldn't touch Xia Wuyou, but that didn't mean he couldn't stir up trouble for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Once Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were branded as Fallen, everyone in Shrek Academy would be surrounded and wiped out by the Martial Soul Hall's Sacred Spirit Master Legion.

As long as Yu Yuanzhen got involved in this, the Martial Soul Hall could slap the label of Fallen accomplices onto the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

When that time came, the Martial Soul Hall would mobilize its army and directly annihilate the whole Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Even the Heaven Dou royal family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't dare to utter a single word of protest.

Save the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

Resist the Martial Soul Hall's Spirit Master Legion army?

Heh! That was pure wishful thinking.

Unless the Heaven Dou royal family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had gone mad and wanted to make enemies of everyone and every force on the entire Douluo Continent.

After making his decision, Salas began to plan.

He summoned three trusted subordinates and issued direct orders.

"Wang Er'gou, you will now deliver this secret letter to the Martial Soul Hall with all haste. Once you return, report directly to the higher-ups, saying we've discovered the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan harboring the 'Fallen' Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, and that Shrek Academy is a den of filth plotting to overturn the order of the Douluo Continent."

"Wang Fugui, you will spread this news tomorrow. I want you to disseminate it across the entire Heaven Dou Empire in the shortest time possible, saying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has colluded with the 'Fallen' and intends to endanger the safety and order of the Douluo Continent."

"Wang Tiezhu, you go notify the Suotuo City hall master. Tell him to keep an eye on those Shrek bastards for this old man, and make sure they 'solidify their status as Fallen,' so the Martial Soul Hall has an ironclad excuse to send troops."

The three subordinates nodded.

"Yes, Lord Hall Master, we understand."

After the three subordinates left, Salas stood alone by the window, gazing at the heavy night outside, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Tonight was destined to be a restless night of undercurrents.