Crossdressing Master Xue Qinghe

Crossdressing Master Xue Qinghe

Watching Ma Xiunuo's lonely yet resolute back, Su Yuntian could not help but feel his eyes grow hot. He wanted to say something, but clenched his teeth instead.

It felt as though something were lodged in his throat, leaving him unable to speak.

In the end, Su Yuntian bowed deeply toward Ma Xiunuo's retreating figure.

The two brothers headed east without stopping again.

Half an hour later, a brilliant orange flare shot into the sky over the wilderness beyond the city, dazzling and magnificent.

Old Blade, who had been searching for the target in the underground passage, was called up by his companion, Broken Spear.

"The target has called for aid from Spirit Hall. They're southwest of the city."

The Signal Flares Spirit Hall used to communicate were highly distinctive. Most powerful soul masters recognized them, and Old Blade and Broken Spear were no exception.

"Move!"

A squad of death warriors scattered throughout the city rushed toward the flare from every direction.

Waiting for them was only Ma Xiunuo, who had activated his Martial Soul Possession and was prepared to fight to the death.

Minutes later, the death warriors stepped on the blood-soaked head of the white-haired man and spat.

"Pah... trying to stop a chariot with a mantis's arm."

An hour and a half after the Spirit Hall branch in Nuoding City was attacked, Old Blade returned to the Post House in Nuoding City and reported to the First Prince.

"Your Highness, I have failed in my duties. Su Yuntian has still not been captured."

The First Prince was seated at the round table in his room, slowly savoring a pot of tea.

"Oh?"

Hearing the First Prince's utterly calm voice, Old Blade panicked. His voice could not help but tremble. "There was an underground passage beneath the Spirit Hall branch leading outside the city. I was unaware of it beforehand, so the Su Yuntao brothers and the branch elder Ma Xiunuo escaped the city..."

After hearing Old Blade's report, the First Prince's handsome face remained expressionless, but his voice turned even colder. "I'll give you another squad. Before dawn."

His words were brief, but Old Blade understood perfectly. He quickly accepted the order and left.

The instant Old Blade turned to go, the First Prince's voice sounded again from inside the room. "This is not something that can see the light of day. You understand."

Everyone knew that Spirit Hall had countless experts and influence across the continent. If Spirit Hall learned that the First Prince had ordered an attack on the Spirit Hall branch in Nuoding City, it would bring him enormous trouble.

Old Blade knew exactly what that meant. He did not waste another moment and hurried from the Post House.

Once silence returned to the surroundings, the First Prince slowly took a sip of tea. The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he murmured, "This Su Yuntian seems rather interesting. If I caught you that easily, I'd think less of you instead."

Then, the First Prince set a teacup across from himself and poured another cup of tea, beginning to speak to the empty air. "Second Brother, though we are not blood brothers, we have spent time together. I still cherish you."

"It's just that... you are blocking my path. So I can only apologize and kick you aside."

The spacious room contained only the First Prince. Who exactly was this "Second Brother" he spoke of?

"By my reckoning, it should be about time."

At the same time, the imperial palace in Heaven Dou City, some two thousand li away, had descended into chaos.

"The Second Prince has passed away!"

At two in the morning that night, Xue Luochuan, the terminally ill Second Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, died in his bed within the imperial palace.

His Imperial Consort wept inconsolably. Even the reigning emperor, Xue Ye, rushed over in the middle of the night to Xue Luochuan's residence.

As the imperial palace dissolved into utter chaos, no one knew that the mastermind behind it was actually in Nuoding City, two thousand li away.

In the most luxurious room of the Post House, the First Prince, Xue Qinghe, was still drinking tea.

It had been two hours since the death warrior Old Blade left the Post House.

If he had not returned after two hours, it could mean only one thing—though Su Yuntao and Su Yuntian were weak, they were truly clever. They had held Old Blade and the others at bay for so long without being captured.

They were downright slippery.

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe found himself looking forward to more from Su Yuntian. He rose from his chair, walked alone to the window, and draped himself in a Palace Dress. In an instant, he transformed into a stunning beauty, exceptional in both appearance and temperament.

Xue Qinghe was actually a crossdressing master?

Xue Qinghe opened the window and flew straight out, like a phantom in the night sky. He swiftly drifted over Nuoding City toward the east.

Relying on the special resonance between Angel Martial Souls, Xue Qinghe quickly discovered Su Yuntian's trail.

The two brothers no longer looked as composed as before. They were in a sorry state, and deep wounds could faintly be seen across the back of Su Yuntao, their main fighting force.

Su Yuntian possessed two extremely powerful Martial Souls, but he had only just awakened them. His strength was pitifully weak.

It was like a sapling with the potential to grow into a towering tree. Yet at this moment, Su Yuntian was still nothing more than a sapling.

A hunter needed only a light kick to snap it.

Xue Qinghe was undoubtedly that hunter.

He swept through the air, then stopped atop a great tree. Like a branch among the treetop leaves, he swayed lightly in the night breeze. No one could possibly tell that a living person stood at the top of the tree.

The Su Yuntao brothers fled blindly into this forest.

Old Blade, Broken Spear, and Withered Sword were chasing after them, only dozens of steps away.

If their Martial Souls were beast Martial Souls like Su Yuntao's, then with Soul Power ten levels higher than his, they likely would have intercepted Su Yuntian and Su Yuntao long ago.

Even so, Su Yuntian and Su Yuntao had reached the end of their rope.

During the earlier pursuit, Broken Spear had stabbed Su Yuntao in the back. The injury was not especially serious, but without timely treatment, the wound had become agonizing. Every movement of the muscles around it brought a searing pain that felt as though he were being torn apart.

Su Yuntian's Soul Power was too low for him to participate directly in the battle, but nearly an entire night of fleeing had long since drained his strength.

The brothers remained standing only by forcing themselves onward with the resentment and indignation burning in their chests.

At that very moment, Su Yuntian stepped on a dead branch. His foot slipped, he staggered, and his entire body pitched forward.

"Xiaotian!"

Su Yuntao stopped at once and caught Su Yuntian. But the momentum of their charge pressed entirely onto Su Yuntao, and he could not steady himself. After catching his younger brother, he collapsed onto the ground.

Su Yuntian gasped for breath, feeling as though his heart were about to leap out of his throat. His legs and arms ached unbearably. Forget continuing to run—even standing up was difficult.

Su Yuntao still had some strength left, but the fall struck his wound, making him suck in several sharp breaths.

A black-clad, masked man swiftly rushed before the two brothers.

The masked man held a large Chopping Knife. His real name was unknown, but his code name was Old Blade. He was the person in charge of this night attack.

"Why did you stop running? Go on, run!"