Tang San's Defenses Crumbled, Xue Qinghe Arranged a Future for Her "Sister"

"This is impossible!" Tang San blurted out excitedly, his eyes turning slightly purple.

He could tolerate everything else, but he couldn't tolerate any disparaging remarks about the Tang Sect's heritage.

Ning Rongrong looked at Tang San's expression, which seemed to want to devour her, and sneered:

"What's impossible about it? It's not that complicated."

She spoke casually, yet every word felt like a needle piercing Tang San's heart.

"Take your Godly Zhuge Crossbow for example; at most, it can only kill some Soul Ancestor. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Repeating Crossbow can directly threaten Soul King!"

At this moment, Ning Rongrong was like a tool with a wide range of expressions. All the words she spoke were taught to her by Lin Hai through telepathy, and she was only responsible for matching the corresponding expressions.

But how could the Little Witch be content to just be a mouthpiece?

Seeing that Lin Hai didn't give any more instructions, she became playful.

Suddenly, he pulled out a new crossbow that was nearly half the size of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and shouted at Lin Hai, "Take this!"

Nine crossbow bolts shot swiftly into the Lin Hai.

With a slight thought, Lin Hai conjured a Space Barrier that instantly blocked all the crossbow bolts.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he collected them all into his palm.

He stepped forward, gently tapped Ning Rongrong's forehead, glanced at the surrounding crowd, and whispered, "Aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting passersby?"

Ning Rongrong then realized they were still on the street and felt she had been a bit willful, but she still muttered to herself, "Isn't it because you're here..."

Seeing her like this, Lin Hai didn't say anything more.

It's okay for her to be a little willful; he just doesn't want her to pick up any of the bad habits of some nobles.

For example, ignoring the feelings of ordinary people.

Lin Hai turned around, raised the crossbow bolt in his hand, and said to Tang San:

"This thing is quite powerful; it can indeed threaten some Soul King."

His tone was calm, yet it instantly turned Tang San's face deathly pale.

In fact, he had already sensed it the moment the crossbow was fired.

The speed at which those crossbow bolts left the barrel was indeed far superior to that of Godly Zhuge Crossbow.

But the sound of something cutting through the air became even fainter, almost blending into the sound of the wind.

Upon closer inspection of the crossbow's material and arrowhead design... he had to admit that the Godly Zhuge Crossbow was indeed difficult to compare with.

He originally thought he could create his own era in the Douluo Continent by relying on the Tang Sect Secret Arts.

Unexpectedly, things didn't go well from the start.

This world already has such an exquisite tradition of Hidden Weapon...

'The Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, the Storm Pear Blossom Needles, the Peacock Plume ... Impossible! The people here have cultivated their Soul Power for generations; where would they find so much time to research Hidden Weapon? Absolutely impossible!'

Tang San's emotions surged, and he gritted his teeth inwardly.

In the afternoon, Lin Hai learned that Xue Qinghe had suddenly arrived and was waiting in the reception room, which surprised him.

Ever since their sparring session in the meeting room two years ago, Xue Qinghe has felt like he's coming home to Shrek.

When I wanted to see him, he would always come directly to my residence and never make such a formal meeting in the reception room.

"Isn't this your busiest time? How come you have time to come over?" Lin Hai asked as soon as he entered the room.

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that besides Xue Qinghe and the ever-present Porcupine Douluo, there was also a young girl in the room.

He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, but his face still looked very young; some people would believe he was eight or nine if they just looked at his face.

Xue Qinghe stood up, winked gently at Lin Hai, and said in a gentle tone:

"Lin Hai, let me introduce you. This is my younger sister, Xue Ke."

Then she turned to Xue Ke and said, "He is Lin Hai, from Shrek..."

He paused halfway through his introduction, then smiled and asked Lin Hai, "Speaking of which, what exactly is your status at Shrek? A student, or a teacher?"

Lin Hai's lips twitched, and he mimicked Yu Xiaogang's tone, saying, "Just a guest who's freeloading. Princess Xue Ke, hello."

Seeing that Xue Ke didn't react, Xue Qinghe gently patted her back. "Little sister... little sister?"

Xue Ke seemed to wake up suddenly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, and whispered, "Y-hello..."

Seeing her like this, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but laugh and teased Lin Hai:

"Your face is truly a flowing source of trouble."

Lin Hai did not answer, but asked them to sit down.

Xue Qinghe smiled and explained:

"Xue Ke is going to the Moonlight Pavilion to study later. I heard that Shrek easily defeated Blazing Academy today, and she insisted that I bring her over to see it."

"As you know, our Xue Family's Swan Martial Soul is not known for its combat strength. Members of the royal family always have a special yearning for powerful Soul Master."

She paused, then turned to Xue Ke, her tone carrying a hint of admiration:

"Little sister, Lin Hai is the strongest Soul Master at Shrek Academy, even more powerful than the deans."

Xue Ke looked at Lin Hai in disbelief. Seeing his calm smile and lack of modesty, she believed him to some extent.

So beautiful, and so powerful... it's really tempting...

But she only softly praised, "So amazing..."

Lin Hai's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. These "brother and sister" are really interesting, trying to say a few words here.

Just then, he heard Xue Qinghe's voice transmission in his ear:

"Xue Ke is the only person in the royal family I care about. When the Heaven Dou falls, I, the fake Crown Prince, will most likely 'die suddenly,' and then reappear as Qian Renxue."

"Although I can protect her secretly, I'm still not entirely at ease. She needs a public identity."

Lin Hai replied telepathically, "What's your identity?"

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly, reached out and ruffled Xue Ke's hair, and said:

"Brother Lin Hai, although you have a semi-mentor relationship with the students of Shrek, you have never formally accepted a disciple. Why not accept Xue Ke as your disciple today?"

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, teaches skills, and resolves doubts.

Although Lin Hai knew that she only wanted to use his status as the Holy Son to protect Xue Ke, he still respected the title of "teacher".

He quickly transmitted his voice:

"Are you kidding me? Where would I find the time to teach disciples?"

Xue Qinghe's telepathic message carried a hint of teasing. "And how much did Bibi Dong actually teach you?"

Lin Hai was speechless for a moment.

From beginning to end, he never treated Bibi Dong as just a teacher...

But now that the die was cast, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "What does Princess Xue Ke think?"

Xue Ke was initially taken aback by her brother's words, and then fell into a slump.

She wasn't Lin Hai; having learned etiquette and manners from Tang Yuehua since childhood, she knew all too well—

Once the apprenticeship ceremony is performed, there will be no possibility of anything happening between you and him in this lifetime!

Thinking of this, she struggled softly, "Big brother... won't Teacher Yuehua be unhappy?"

The Douluo Continent also has the tradition of "serving one master for life", but Tang Yuehua is not a true mentor in the real sense. The little girl is changing the concept.

Xue Qinghe didn't care about any of that and laughed, "One is a scholar and the other a warrior, it makes perfect sense! Besides, Aunt Yuehua has always been very open-minded."

He paused for a moment and then said, "How about this, we'll go to the Moonlight Pavilion together later, and I'll explain to her personally."

Xue Ke had no choice but to nod. Then she secretly glanced at Lin Hai, afraid that her refusal would displease him.

But looking at his expression... why does he seem so relieved?

Am I being rejected?!