Xue Qinghe's Doubts

"Alright, it's settled then." Ning Fengzhi made the decision directly. "It's getting late. You two should go back and rest first. I'll make arrangements for your enrollment tomorrow."

Tang Xuan Duo nodded together.

They turned to leave.

But Xue Qinghe suddenly spoke up. "Leave something as trivial as enrollment to Qinghe. Why trouble Teacher?"

He then looked meaningfully at Tang Xuan. "What do you think, Xuan Bro?"

If he wanted to win Tang Xuan over or turn him against his side,

more contact was unavoidable.

Although Heaven Dou Royal Academy was not under Xue Qinghe's jurisdiction,

as the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, he still had the advantage of proximity.

"Ahahaha, then thank you, Brother Xue." Tang Xuan replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

Inside, he was practically cursing Qian Renxue's ancestors through eighteen generations back to life.

If he agreed to Xue Qinghe's request, he would definitely be pestered by him.

He would have no peace for the next several years.

But then again, this girl had an extremely strong rebellious streak.

The more someone stopped her from doing something, the more she insisted on doing it.

If he refused, it would be less troublesome to simply agree.

Of two evils, choose the lesser.

At worst, he could make further plans using a transmigrator's foresight.

"Since that's settled, I won't disturb you any longer." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Xue Qinghe took his leave. "Xuan Bro, Sister Rongrong, see you tomorrow..."

As Xue Qinghe's figure gradually disappeared,

Tang Xuan resignedly punched the air several times. "What a sin~"

His voice was full of grievance, and the sudden outburst

made everyone jump violently.

"Stinky Kid, what madness are you spouting?" Chen Xin shot Tang Xuan a glare.

"Sigh, Grandpa, you'll understand when you reach my age." Tang Xuan spoke with feigned profundity.

With that, he pulled Ning Rongrong toward their residence.

He had no intention of explaining at all.

First, there was no way to prove Xue Qinghe's identity.

Second, even if there were evidence,

there was nothing they could do against the overwhelmingly powerful Spirit Hall.

They could only look for another opportunity in the future.

Chen Xin was thoroughly confused by his grandson's inexplicable remark. "Feng Zhi, what did that kid mean?"

Ning Fengzhi found it amusing, yet he was also somewhat helpless. "Uncle Jian, I seem to have done a good deed that turned out badly..."

Given his understanding of Tang Xuan,

he naturally noticed that Tang Xuan's attitude toward Xue Qinghe was unusual.

Put nicely, it could be called keeping his distance. To put it bluntly, it was disgust.

Perhaps this disciple of his was not as simple as he appeared.

"Uncle Jian, Xiao Xuan and Rongrong are enrolling tomorrow. Secretly follow them for a trip, then return once everything has settled down, lest anything unexpected happen," Ning Fengzhi said with a sigh.

"Mm, no problem." Chen Xin nodded slightly.

This would cause no trouble, and it suited him perfectly.

The next morning.

At the gates of Seven Treasure Castle.

Xue Qinghe had already prepared a carriage and was waiting there.

The three great pillars of support saw Tang Xuan and Ning Rongrong off with reluctant expressions.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was only a hundred li from Heaven Dou Royal Academy,

the Two Little Ones were leaving home for the first time.

As their elders, they could not help feeling a little melancholy.

"Uncle Ning, Two Grandpas, this is far enough." Tang Xuan smiled.

Across both his lives, he was already over thirty years old.

He was only going out for a while, not leaving forever.

He was not that sentimental.

"Take good care of yourself outside. Take good care of Rongrong. Eat well and rest well. It gets cold at night, so remember to put on more clothes. Your cultivation and swordsmanship must not fall behind either!" Chen Xin nagged on and on.

Tang Xuan listened seriously, without finding it annoying in the slightest.

Perhaps only after growing up could one understand the preciousness of "nagging."

Xue Qinghe watched from the side with a smile.

Yet his heart was filled with bleakness.

Family affection was something utterly ordinary to most people.

But to her, it was like a flower in a mirror or the moon reflected in water—something she could never grasp.

Her father had died early, and her mother... treated her as though she were an enemy.

The only one who cared about her was her Grandpa.

Yet even he might not be free of the thought of using her as a chess piece to restore the Angel Clan's former glory...

"Brother Xue, what are you thinking about?" Tang Xuan waved a hand before his eyes.

He had just finished saying goodbye.

When he led Ning Rongrong to the carriage, he found Xue Qinghe standing there in a daze.

"Oh, it's nothing." Xue Qinghe instantly came back to his senses. "Finished saying goodbye? Let's set off."

As he spoke, he climbed into the carriage first.

He looked somewhat flustered.

Tang Xuan shrugged in confusion and followed him into the carriage.

Inside the carriage.

Because it was her first time leaving home,

Ning Rongrong was incredibly excited.

Influenced by that cheerful atmosphere,

Xue Qinghe soon emerged from his disappointment.

"Xuan Bro, I've always had a question. As Sword Douluo's grandson, why don't you have the Chen surname? Why are you surnamed Tang instead?" Xue Qinghe asked as if casually.

It was only after returning to the palace last night that he realized this issue.

He had immediately dispatched people overnight to investigate everything about Tang Xuan.

But time was short.

Moreover, the forces he currently controlled were still far inferior to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Thus, he found nothing.

Yet that only deepened Xue Qinghe's suspicions.

He could uncover nearly everything about Ning Rongrong.

So why could he not find anything about Tang Xuan?

"Oh, I'm not Grandpa's biological grandson. He found me. Grandpa said my deceased parents had the Tang surname, so he named me Tang Xuan." Tang Xuan had no intention of hiding it.

In any case, his Martial Soul was not the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Tang surname did not belong exclusively to the Clear Sky Sect, so there was nothing to fear.

"Oh?" Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes.

Was that not too much of a coincidence?

A foundling orphan with the Tang surname, who also happened to be seven years old.

Could Tang Xuan be a surviving orphan of the Clear Sky Sect?

"Xuan Bro, come to think of it, I don't seem to know your Martial Soul yet. Would you let Big Brother have a look?" Xue Qinghe used it as an excuse.

If one wanted to verify someone's identity, their Martial Soul was the most accurate method.

"No problem. My Martial Soul is a Sword Martial Soul, called the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword..." A streak of Mysterious Light burst from Tang Xuan's right palm.

In an instant, an incomparably heavy aura swept through the entire carriage.

When Xue Qinghe clearly saw the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword in its entirety,

he immediately hesitated.

Tang Xuan's Martial Soul was not the Clear Sky Hammer?

Furthermore, its momentum was even greater than that of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Even if it were a mutated Martial Soul, could a hammer mutate into a sword?

Could his suspicions have been wrong?

The reason he could not find any information on Tang Xuan

was simply because Tang Xuan's talent was too great,

and Ning Fengzhi had protected him too thoroughly?

Xue Qinghe thought for a long time without figuring it out.

So he simply stopped thinking about it.

Regardless of whether Tang Xuan belonged to the Clear Sky Sect or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,

he would only ever be an enemy of Spirit Hall.

"With such a powerful Martial Soul, perhaps in a few decades, the title of Number One Weapon Martial Soul Under Heaven will change hands," Xue Qinghe praised lavishly.

Tang Xuan remained expressionless.

Put nicely, Xue Qinghe's actions were an inquiry.

Put bluntly, it was an interrogation.

This pushed Tang Xuan's displeasure to its peak.

No matter what, he had to get revenge.

"Brother Xue, you flatter me. Enough about me—let's talk about you. Before we got into the carriage, I noticed that you seemed a little off. Do you have something on your mind?" Tang Xuan smiled innocently.

There was not the slightest hint that he was up to no good.

Xue Qinghe's expression stiffened. He silently lowered his head without speaking, once more sinking into the abyss of lovelessness.

Tang Xuan assumed Xue Qinghe did not want to talk about it, so he retreated to advance and deliberately said in disappointment:

"If it troubles Brother Xue, then pretend I never said anything. Sigh, I thought Brother Xue considered me one of his own, but it seems now..."

Xue Qinghe suddenly felt a little lost.

It seemed he had been cornered by a seven-year-old child.

He could neither say it nor refuse to say it.

Were children these days really this skilled?

"It's not that I can't say it. I was merely moved by your family affection. Though I am the Crown Prince, I have never truly experienced what family affection is." Xue Qinghe's words carried a hidden meaning.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not conceal the loneliness in her tone.

Tang Xuan immediately understood.

So she had seen someone else's happiness and been reminded of her own misfortune.

All he could say was that Qian Xunji truly deserved to be called the source of all evil on Douluo Continent.

For one moment of pleasure,

he had unknowingly changed the originally peaceful and happy fates of countless people.

But what the hell did the Qian Family's character have to do with him?

In any case, they were mortal enemies who would never rest until one side was dead.

As long as Qian Renxue was unhappy, Tang Xuan was happy.