Using the Four Single-Attribute Clans Against the Clear Sky Sect, Restoring Qian Renxue's Saintess Position

A sharp light flashed from Qian Daoliu's eyes as he instantly understood Ye Xian's intent.

This was an attack on the heart!

Using the foundations and resources Spirit Hall had accumulated over many years to precisely pry at the deepest desires and most painful scars in the hearts of the four great clans.

"In reply to Your Highness the Saint Son, naturally, we do."

Qian Daoliu answered without hesitation.

"Spirit Hall has accumulated treasures from across the world over countless years. Whatever the four clans need, there will certainly be corresponding precious artifacts in the treasury."

"Perhaps... treasures far beyond their imagination!"

"Very good."

Ye Xian nodded.

"Secretly contact the Clan Leaders of the four clans, especially Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan."

"That man is fierce and obstinate, obsessed with poisons, and quite formidable. If he can be won over, his value will be immense."

"Tell them that Spirit Hall will overlook past grievances and is willing to help them restore their clans' former glory and share in the continent's resources."

"There is only one condition—make a complete break with the Clear Sky Sect."

"And if they fail to appreciate our kindness?"

Fourth Enshrined Elder Mighty Lion Douluo asked in a deep voice, vicious light flickering in his eyes.

Especially Tai Tan, the Clan Leader of the Strength Clan. Who in the Soul Master world did not know that he was Clear Sky Sect's dog?

Otherwise, how could they be called the Slave Clan?

The moment Tang Hao showed himself, that fellow would probably defect at once.

And Bai He, the Clan Leader of the Speed Clan, was rumored to have even closer ties to the upper ranks of the Clear Sky Sect.

"Fail to appreciate our kindness?"

That icy curve returned to Ye Xian's lips.

"Then let them become the first whetstone we use against the Clear Sky Sect."

Qian Daoliu's gaze flickered, as though he had thought of a problem.

"Your Highness the Saint Son, the Clear Sky Sect has secluded itself from the world. We have searched for its sect's location over the years, but found nothing."

Ye Xian casually waved a hand and smiled faintly.

"Rest assured. The Four Single-Attribute Clans cannot possibly know nothing of the Clear Sky Sect's location."

"Send orders to the Branch Halls in every region. Closely monitor the movements of the four clans, especially every contact they have with the Clear Sky Sect."

"At the same time, gather elite Soul Masters skilled in tracking, concealment, and intelligence analysis. Establish the 'Cold Edge Guard,' directly under my command."

"Remember, I do not want brutes who charge headlong into battle. I want venomous fangs capable of killing with a single strike."

"By your command!"

The seven Enshrined Elders answered in unison, their voices echoing through the frigid Council Hall.

This time, beyond shock and reverence, their eyes held an additional trace of grim killing intent.

This new master's methods were sharper, more ruthless, and more lethal than they had imagined.

Divide and dismantle, attack the heart first, let intelligence lead the way, then deliver a thunderous final blow.

This was nothing like Bibi Dong's direct and overbearing approach.

It was a cold brand of statecraft that surveyed the entire board and controlled everything.

"Additionally,"

Ye Xian's voice rang out again, like a final edict of ice.

"Great Enshrined Elder, personally handle the matter of recalling Qian Renxue. It must be swift and secret."

"After she returns, place her temporarily in the Elder Hall."

"I will restore her Saintess position. Once I ascend the throne, I will formally confer it upon her again."

"Yes!"

Qian Daoliu accepted the order solemnly.

He could not help feeling somewhat excited as well.

Back then, Bibi Dong had not chosen Qian Renxue as the candidate for Saint Son, choosing instead her own disciple, Hu Liena.

This had inevitably caused his dissatisfaction.

Now, Ye Xian clearly intended to select the Saintess anew.

To be named Spirit Hall's Saintess and display her strength and talent before all the major powers under Spirit Hall's identity—

Naturally, Qian Daoliu was pleased.

It was thousands upon thousands of times better than disguising herself as that Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, and living like a rat.

"The Coronation Ceremony three days from now will be kept simple."

Ye Xian spoke one final time, his gaze sweeping toward the frozen Papal Palace.

"I have no need for meaningless splendor. Power is the only authority."

"Meeting adjourned!"

As his words fell, Ye Xian's figure had already vanished from the main seat, leaving behind only a wisp of pale frost mist drifting slowly through the air.

Along with that bone-deep, seemingly eternal cold pressure.

The seven Enshrined Elders remained seated where they were, silent for a long while.

Only the faint chill radiating from the cold jade table and the futile crackling of the fireplace remained in the hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo slowly exhaled a long breath of white mist. The moment it left his mouth, it turned into powdery Ice Crystals that fluttered down.

"His Highness the Saint Son's strategy truly exceeded my expectations."

His rough voice carried an indescribable complexity.

"With one turn of his hand, clouds; with another, ice. Bibi Dong's era is completely over."

The frost at Azure Phoenix Douluo's fingertips quietly melted. Gazing at the spot where Ye Xian had disappeared, he murmured,

"First deal with the Clear Sky Sect and the Four Single-Attribute Clans. That is the true thunderous method—remain still, and nothing happens; move, and the heavens and earth are overturned."

Qian Daoliu slowly caressed the Angel Sword across his knees. The golden radiance along its blade seemed to be silently struggling against the lingering chill.

He raised his eyes toward the Angel Mural on the Council Hall's ceiling, now tainted by frost. Within his profound gaze was reflected the new emperor's cold, unmistakable path of power.

Heaven Dou Empire, deep within the imperial palace, Crown Prince's Eastern Palace.

Night was as black as ink. Palace lanterns swayed in the drafts flowing through the corridors, casting long shadows from the lavish furnishings within.

The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe—or rather, Qian Renxue—sat alone behind her desk.

She wore the Crown Prince's usual bright yellow robes. Her features were handsome and gentle, yet an inescapable gloom lay between her brows, like a piece of ice utterly out of place within this magnificent palace.

Complicated imperial memorials were piled across the desk. Candlelight danced in her deep violet pupils, reflecting not the slightest warmth.

For all these years, she had buried her finest years, along with her real name and face, within this gilded cage.

She had played a man who did not belong to her, weaving lies solely to carry out that woman's cold and grand infiltration plan.

Every breath of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace's air, thick with cosmetics and conspiracies, filled her soul with suffocating disgust.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous Paperweight Stone at the corner of the desk, carved with faint snake patterns, gave an extremely soft click.

Qian Renxue's wrist, holding the brush, paused almost imperceptibly.

A glint sharper than the cold stars outside the window flashed through the depths of her violet eyes.

Without revealing anything, she set down her brush, her fingertip brushing over the tiny grooves of the snake pattern on the Paperweight Stone.

Soul Power, like the finest needlepoint, flowed precisely into it.

"Buzz—!"

An exceedingly faint ripple of Soul Power passed through the air.

Then, a line of tiny icy blue characters condensed from Soul Power silently emerged across the smooth surface of the Paperweight Stone, like an Ice Crystal serpent come alive.

Saint Son Ye Xian has returned and taken command of all under heaven. The false emperor has been deposed and imprisoned in the Cold Prison.

By special order to Qian Renxue: immediately free yourself and return to Spirit City.

Dark Guards will receive you. Use the hunt as your opportunity.

The instant the words appeared, Qian Renxue felt as if an invisible hand had fiercely clenched her heart, only for scorching magma to engulf it the next moment.

She sharply drew in a breath. The cold air choked her lungs, yet brought an almost burning ecstasy.

Ye Xian... he was not dead!

He had returned!

And he had even deposed that woman and thrown her into the dungeon!