Tang San's Disdain

"Qinghe, since you have such a close personal relationship with the Monarch."

"Have you ever obtained that kind of Keling Fruit?"

"I experienced it firsthand just now. That fruit would definitely be of great use to your Swan Martial Soul!"

Qian Renxue secretly laughed. She had eaten them long ago—one could even say she ate one every year.

But on the surface, she wore a regretful expression and sighed.

"The Monarch did say he would give me one, but my Soul Power is still low and my foundation is shallow."

"He said that only after my strength improved further would its effects be at their best."

"So the fruit meant for me is still hanging on that Divine Tree."

She could not say that she had already eaten one. Once she did, if Ning Fengzhi examined the state of her Martial Soul—

Should the sacred aura of her Six-Winged Angel leak out, more than ten years of infiltration would be ruined.

After hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded thoughtfully, approval showing on his face.

"The Monarch's considerations are indeed thorough."

"That fruit contains enormous energy. If one is weak and forcibly absorbs it, not only would it be useless, there may even be a risk of exploding to death."

After the conversation, Ning Fengzhi was in high spirits. He raised his teacup, about to take a sip, when he suddenly recalled the strange sight he had seen upon entering the palace.

"By the way, Qinghe, when I entered the palace just now, I saw quite a few Imperial Guards hurrying about with murderous looks on their faces."

"Did something major happen in the palace?"

The moment those words were spoken, the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly froze.

Qian Renxue also looked helpless as she rubbed her temples.

She glanced out the window, her tone grave.

"Teacher, this time... something truly serious may be about to happen."

She then recounted how Prince Xue Xing had put on airs and tried to buy someone at the entrance of the Duel Arena, only to be beaten into a disgraceful retreat.

She also explained how Xue Ye had flown into a rage and was currently mobilizing Marshal Gelong and the Royal Soul Master Corps to prepare for an assault on the Duel Arena.

She told him everything in full detail.

"What?!"

Ning Fengzhi abruptly spoke, his voice rising sharply.

"An assault on the Duel Arena?!"

"Has His Majesty gone mad?!"

Only those who had truly been there knew what kind of terrifying existences were hidden within that seemingly ordinary building!

The mountain-like burly man at the entrance.

The Blue-haired woman in the corridor whose whip could freeze a soul.

That terrifying Evil Steward, and the White-haired woman who radiated an extreme chill from head to toe...

Not to mention the Monarch sitting in the darkness, whose presence had made even him feel suffocated!

Against a force like that, even mobilizing the entire empire's army might not gain them the slightest advantage!

"No!"

Ning Fengzhi paced anxiously in place, his face turning pale.

"If they truly start fighting and provoke that Monarch's wrath."

"They would not even need to send an army. If Steward Tai or the Evil Steward simply paid the palace a visit, who could stop them?"

"Would His Majesty even survive?!"

"By then, the empire would descend into chaos and countless lives would suffer. The Heaven Dou Imperial Family might be wiped from existence altogether!"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi panic as though his eyebrows were on fire, Qian Renxue sighed inwardly as well.

After all, the Heaven Dou Empire would one day be hers. It pained her to see it smashed to pieces now.

"Teacher, I already tried to persuade him."

Qian Renxue gave a bitter smile. "You know Father Emperor's current condition."

"He wants that Divine Medicine capable of regrowing severed limbs, and he wants those three women who can help people break through even more."

"He wants to use them to advance to Titled Douluo and extend his lifespan."

"In order to live, he has become utterly unscrupulous."

Ning Fengzhi angrily flung his sleeve and strode outside, his voice urgent.

"Foolish! Utterly foolish!"

"Even if it is to prolong his life, he must live long enough to enjoy it!"

"Come! Qinghe, we will go to the bedchamber immediately! The two of us will stop His Majesty together!"

"We absolutely cannot allow the empire to be destroyed by this foolish decision!"

Qian Renxue helplessly shook her head and could only hurry after him. This rotten Royal Family truly would not let her have a single day of peace!

Meanwhile, on a dirt road.

A somewhat crude carriage was slowly making its way forward.

Inside sat the group from Shrek Academy, heading to Heaven Dou City in search of the Duel Arena.

At that moment, the people inside the carriage had their heads raised, watching the image on the Heavenly Curtain that had yet to fade through the window.

In the image, the man had not released his Martial Soul or used any Soul Rings.

With his physical body alone, he left countless afterimages in the air, toying with Bai Chenxiang until she spun in circles.

At that moment, Xiao Wu held her face in her hands as she looked at the Heavenly Curtain, her rabbit ears swaying back and forth.

"Third Brother, Third Brother, look!"

"This person's movement technique is so amazing!"

"It feels like there are so many of him moving at once. You cannot tell which one is real at all."

"Third Brother, I remember you have a similar footwork technique. Is it just as powerful?"

Hearing Xiao Wu's praise, Tang San glanced at the Heavenly Curtain, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile tinged with superiority.

"That movement technique?"

Tang San gave a light laugh, his tone carrying casual disdain.

"Xiao Wu, you are mistaken."

"His technique cannot be considered profound. At most, he is simply fast enough to create visual afterimages."

"It looks flashy, but in truth it is completely without structure."

As he spoke, Tang San straightened his back, confidence gleaming in his eyes.

"My Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track is a supreme art of the Tang Sect."

"It emphasizes the combination of substance and illusion, ever-changing and unpredictable. It is a cultivation technique containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth."

"How could it possibly be compared with such a crude technique relying on brute force?"

Tang San was actually somewhat unsettled inside.

That person's movements had indeed reminded him of certain masters from his previous life.

Could there be other transmigrators in this world besides himself?

At the thought of that possibility, Tang San's expression darkened somewhat.

If that was truly the case, then he had already chosen the path of death!

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu and promised solemnly, "My Soul Power is merely still shallow, and my body has not fully grown yet."

"Once my Soul Power rises in the future, combined with Purple Demon Eyes and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track."

"I will be able to do everything that person can do."

"More than that, I will do it better and more perfectly!"

After all, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record was an unparalleled secret manual, one of the greatest even in his original world.

People in this world only knew how to cultivate crude Soul Power. What did they know about meridians, acupoints, or footwork?

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai immediately nodded in agreement, looking deeply convinced.

"Of course!"

"I have experienced Xiao San's footwork myself. Back when we sparred one-on-one, my White Tiger Fierce Light Wave could not even touch the corner of his clothes."

"That so-called Arena Master is probably only bullying people because his level is higher."

"When it comes to skill, Xiao San is still the one to watch."

Hearing Dai Mubai say this, Oscar raised a thumbs-up.

"As expected of Third Brother! You really are amazing!"

Only Ma Hongjun in the corner had no interest at all in movement techniques.

His small eyes were fixed firmly on the now-grown Bai Chenxiang on the Heavenly Curtain, and his drool was practically about to drip onto his collar.

"Slurp..."

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands with a lecherous grin, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Third Brother, I do not understand any of that movement stuff."

"But this little beauty is really something!"

"Look at those legs, look at that slender waist... tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes gleamed as he chuckled. "If we could get her into our academy, she would be perfect for my Phoenix. A match made in heaven!"

"Ah, this Evil Fire is acting up again. No, no, once we reach Heaven Dou City, I need to quickly find somewhere to put out the fire!"

"You dead fatty! Is that all the ambition you have?"

Oscar scooted his backside farther away in disgust and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Dead fatty, wake up already."

"She is a white swan, and you are a dirt chicken. A perfect match?"

"Why do you not piss and look at yourself? Do you really think she would ever fancy you?"

"Keep dreaming!"

"Hey! Watch how you talk! I am a Phoenix! A chicken Phoenix!"

Ma Hongjun was not angered. He continued staring at the beauty on the Heavenly Curtain and drooling.

"You have to have dreams. Maybe she likes my type!"