Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo Pledge Allegiance, Qian Renxue Extends an Invitation

The sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.

Including Ye Zhou.

The others were stunned because they had never expected Yan Chixia to be so bold as to point his sword directly at Xue Ye, threatening to make him die on the spot. Ye Zhou, meanwhile, was stunned because he had never expected Xue Ye to be so shameless.

Damn it, fine, you put Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin in front of you as shields—but why did you put me in front of you too?

I'm not even seven years old yet! Damn it, you old fart hiding behind me, do you have any shame at all?

And you call yourself an emperor? Pah!

"Elder Yan, His Majesty is the ruler of a nation, the emperor of this age. Though you are an elder of Spirit Hall, you should not speak so insolently!" Ning Fengzhi said to Yan Chixia with a frown.

At that, Yan Chixia turned the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and pointed it at him.

"Then how about I be insolent to you instead?"

"You!"

Ning Fengzhi was furious. Seeing this, Chen Xin's gaze turned cold as he prepared to summon his martial soul.

"A defeated opponent shouldn't keep trying to show off. If you want to trade blows with this old man, train for at least another three years!" Yan Chixia said when he noticed Chen Xin's movements.

Chen Xin froze, then gritted his teeth unwillingly.

Ever since his Soul Power had broken through Rank 96 and he had become the Number One Attack Douluo Under Heaven, he had not felt such helplessness and frustration in a very long time.

Yet before Yan Chixia, those feelings seemed to be everywhere.

Damn it! Chen Xin cursed inwardly.

"Father!" Just then, a shout came from outside the hall. Qian Renxue arrived at the Martial Soul Holy Hall with a group of guards from the Crown Prince's Mansion.

"Your son greets Father." Qian Renxue bowed to Xue Ye.

"Mm." Xue Ye nodded. By now, he had realized that his behavior just now had been rather undignified. How could he have been so easily frightened by Yan Chixia? He had even hidden behind Ning Fengzhi and the others. It was truly humiliating.

With that thought, he raised his head, straightened his chest, and tried his best to restore the majesty of an emperor.

"Father, your son heard that Marquis Ye had returned, and that Father had brought everyone to the Martial Soul Holy Hall, so I hurried here at once. How are things now?" Qian Renxue glanced at Dugu Bo, who had been thrown before the crowd and was covered in blood. She vaguely had a guess, but still asked Xue Ye.

"The Crown Prince came at the right time. Persuade your father not to keep pushing his luck. Spirit Hall has already agreed to return Dugu Bo to you, yet you still insist that this old man lift Ning Fengzhi's seal. Do you really think this old man is made of clay, to be ordered around as you please?" Yan Chixia said to Qian Renxue.

That last sentence was also directed at Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and the others. He would absolutely not help Ning Fengzhi remove the seal. They could forget about it!

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank.

Could it be... that I really have to be a cripple for ten years?

"This... Elder Yan, is there truly no room for negotiation?" Having understood the current situation, Qian Renxue deliberately put on a troubled expression and cupped her hands toward Yan Chixia.

In response, Yan Chixia waved his hand and said without hesitation, "Absolutely not!"

"Alas!" Qian Renxue and Ning Fengzhi sighed at the same time. Then, they looked at each other. Ning Fengzhi said to Qian Renxue, "Qinghe, since Elder Yan has made himself so clear, there is no need to plead for your teacher any longer."

Then, Ning Fengzhi said to Xue Ye, "Your Majesty, being able to rescue Mr. Dugu means we have achieved our goal. As for Ning..."

Ning Fengzhi looked back at Yan Chixia, then withdrew his gaze and continued, "Ning will find a way himself and seek out an expert to break the seal. There is no need for Your Majesty to trouble yourself further over Ning's affairs."

"Sect Master Ning..."

"Ning thanks Your Majesty!" Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands and bowed to Xue Ye.

Then, he said to Chen Xin, "Uncle Sword, let's go."

"Mm." Chen Xin nodded, then protected Ning Fengzhi as they walked out of the Martial Soul Holy Hall.

Ye Zhou turned his head and saw that Ning Fengzhi's retreating figure was filled with weariness.

"Sect Master Ning finally learned to read the situation at the end. Your Majesty, do you still intend to remain here?" Yan Chixia asked Xue Ye.

"Hmph!" Xue Ye snorted coldly and ordered, "Take Mr. Dugu with us. We're leaving!"

After saying that, he tightened his grip on his scepter and was the first to turn and leave.

If he did not leave now, he feared Yan Chixia might truly swing his sword at him. Even if Yan Chixia did not dare to actually kill him, getting cut would still hurt!

"Yes, Your Majesty!" everyone answered. Then, two royal guards lifted Dugu Bo from the ground, and the group took him with them as they followed Xue Ye out of the Martial Soul Holy Hall.

Watching them leave, Ghostly and Yue Guan, who had remained silent all this time, could no longer suppress the delight on their faces.

Good, wonderful!

Back then, Prince Xue Xing had threatened the two of them, leaving them with no choice but to let Dugu Bo go. Though they had also released Dugu Bo today, the process had been completely different.

They had intimidated the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Dugu Bo they released had already become a cripple. This feeling was simply too satisfying!

"Old Yan, from now on, whatever you say, we'll do. From now on, us brothers will follow you!" Ghostly and Yue Guan said to Yan Chixia.

Yes, the two of them had now made up their minds to abandon Bibi Dong and pledge allegiance to Yan Chixia.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Bibi Dong was the Pope while Yan Chixia was merely an Elder. Yan Chixia was one of the Great Enshrined's people, backed by the Douluo Worship Hall. The Great Enshrined had originally been Spirit Hall's former former Pope, so this could also be considered returning to serve under the old leader.

Hearing Ghostly and Yue Guan say this, Yan Chixia was somewhat surprised. But he quickly came to his senses, stroked his beard, and said with a broad smile, "You should have done this long ago. Isn't following me better than following that madwoman Bibi Dong? Don't worry. From now on, the three of us will share blessings and hardships alike."

"Good, good!" The two of them repeatedly cheered.

Outside the Martial Soul Holy Hall.

"Elder Qian He, Marquis Ye, I've troubled you both by having you accompany me this time," Xue Ye said to Ye Zhou and Qian He.

"Your Majesty overstates it." Ye Zhou and Qian He bowed slightly in reply.

"Mhm." Xue Ye nodded in satisfaction. Ning Fengzhi had already been crippled. Although Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were still around, without Ning Fengzhi's support, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's overall strength would still decline greatly. Moreover, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a family power. Would those people of the Ning Family allow someone who could not use Soul Power for ten years to remain Sect Master?

Even with the two great Douluos holding things down, there would certainly be no shortage of underhanded moves in secret. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was destined to fall into a measure of turmoil. At a time like this, he needed the Maoshan Sect's full support even more. Thus, seeing Ye Zhou and Qian He, the Young Sect Master and Elder of Maoshan, show him such respect made Xue Ye feel relieved, as though some of the pressure on his shoulders had eased.

"Gentlemen, I shall take my leave first. This is my token. Should either of you need anything in the future, you may use it to enter the imperial palace directly and see me." Xue Ye took out his token and handed it to Qian He.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Qian He accepted the token.

"Father, your son wishes to invite Junior Ye to the Crown Prince's Mansion for a gathering." At that moment, Qian Renxue suddenly spoke.

"You... Very well. Marquis Ye, do you have the time?" Xue Ye first frowned, then his expression relaxed. He nodded and asked Ye Zhou.

"This subject has the time. Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness." Ye Zhou cupped his hands in reply.