Chat Group Great Upgrade, God King Asura God Is Nothing

Li Yifei's reply made Qian Renxue's breathing hitch.

Kill Tang Hao.

Kill Tang San.

Kill the Asura God.

She understood the logic.

It was simply impossible.

Tang Hao was immensely powerful, and he also possessed the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

She would probably have to ask her grandfather to intervene to have any confidence of defeating him.

Not to mention Tang San, and the most important mastermind behind everything—the Asura God.

He was the God Realm's strongest enforcer, one of the Five Great God Kings.

He was an existence she could not reach now, nor perhaps ever in the future.

Right now, she had no solution at all.

[???: I understand the logic, but... we aren't strong enough... Can you help us?]

Her reply carried a trace of helplessness and pleading.

She lowered her stance even further.

[Li Yifei: Oh? Then what's the price?]

[Li Yifei: What offer are you willing to make?]

[Li Yifei: You should know that's the Asura God, the God Realm's strongest enforcer and one of the Five Great God Kings. If the offer is too low, I can't do it.]

Li Yifei's words were direct and realistic.

The price.

The offer.

Yes, that was the Asura God.

One of the God Realm's God Kings.

What did Spirit Hall possess that could serve as payment, enough to recruit a powerful expert to oppose a God King?

The Angel God's divine position?

The Rakshasa God's divine position?

Xue Qinghe rapidly weighed her options.

It seemed only those two held enough value to be put on the table.

But neither of them was hers to decide.

He could not possibly be unaware of that.

Xue Qinghe raised her head and secretly glanced at the man across from her.

His eyes remained closed, as though he could not care less about all of her struggles.

Yet Li Yifei was still willing to negotiate with her.

That meant there was a price she could pay.

And that he could help Spirit Hall oppose the Asura God because of it.

The position of Spirit Hall's Pope?

Previously, as the inheritor of the Angel God, she had naturally been the unquestionable choice for the next Pope.

But Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God had broken that ironclad rule, making it uncertain.

However...

Xue Qinghe glanced at him again.

The handsome, mysterious, and powerful man before her.

With his help, claiming the position of Pope should not be difficult.

But was the position of Pope alone really enough?

Xue Qinghe asked herself.

Clearly, it was not.

Then, after obtaining the position of Pope, the divine positions of the Angel God and the Rakshasa God?

It seemed that was the only way.

Xue Qinghe made her decision.

This was the greatest sincerity she could offer.

[???: If you are willing to help Spirit Hall oppose the Asura God and help me obtain the position of Pope, I can promise you everything Spirit Hall possesses, including the Rakshasa God's divine position...]

There was a problem with the Rakshasa God's divine position to begin with.

Bibi Dong would presumably be "willing" to hand it over.

After all, it was a price that had to be paid to fight against the ultimate fate.

But the Angel God's divine position...

That was the Qian Family's most important possession.

Until the very last moment, Qian Renxue did not want to hand it over.

She stared fixedly at the chat interface.

Waiting for Li Yifei's reply.

Li Yifei slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Qian Renxue.

Those profound eyes of his were so calm that not even a ripple stirred within them.

[Li Yifei: I don't really like your current... bearing. Go back first.]

Qian Renxue's fingers abruptly tightened.

The pages crumpled and warped beneath her fingertips.

She felt as though an invisible hand had seized her heart, making it hard even to breathe.

He didn't like her current bearing?

Was he referring to her identity as Xue Qinghe?

Or had he seen through the panic and humility she was showing right now?

Countless possibilities flashed through Qian Renxue's mind.

Every single one left her suffocating.

The disguise she had maintained for over a decade seemed as fragile as paper before this man.

Just as she was on the verge of losing her composure, a new message popped up.

[Li Yifei: I'll come find you tonight. Then we can properly discuss cooperation with the "real you."]

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly constricted.

The real you.

Those four words were like a bolt of lightning, splitting apart the gloom in her heart.

The one he wanted to see was Qian Renxue, not Xue Qinghe.

What he wanted to discuss was true cooperation.

Qian Renxue's heartbeat found its rhythm again.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

[???: Very well. Then I shall await your arrival at the Crown Prince Palace.]

After sending the message, she closed the book, her movements as graceful and composed as ever.

She rose to her feet, straightened her robes, and gave Li Yifei a slight nod.

"Then I shall not disturb you any longer. I will take my leave."

Her voice was gentle, carrying the proper courtesy of a crown prince.

She turned and left.

Her footsteps echoed across the library floor, one step after another, gradually fading into the distance.

Only after she pushed open the heavy wooden doors and walked out of the library did Qian Renxue feel as though her body belonged to her again.

Her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Outside, the three education committee members and a group of guards immediately came forward.

"Your Highness, have you finished reading?"

"Yes."

Qian Renxue nodded, her voice calm.

"Return to the palace."

The carriage set off, its wheels rolling over the bluestone road.

Qian Renxue sat inside the carriage and closed her eyes.

That sentence echoed through her mind again and again.

I'll come find you tonight.

The corner of her lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile.

At least there was still a chance.

Inside the library.

Li Yifei withdrew his gaze.

Ye Lingling still sat stiffly in her original seat. The book in her hands had already been turned several pages, yet her eyes were not focused on the words at all.

From the corner of her eye, she kept watching Li Yifei.

His Highness the Crown Prince had actually left on his own initiative.

And the Crown Prince's attitude had seemed almost excessively respectful.

Countless new possibilities arose in Ye Lingling's mind regarding Li Yifei's identity.

She wanted to ask.

But she did not dare.

All she could do was pretend to read intently while secretly observing him.

Li Yifei paid her no further attention.

His consciousness sank into the chat group.

The group had already completely erupted because of Qian Renxue's appearance.

[World's Number One Princess: Has she left? Has she left? Brother Yifei, you didn't let her fool you, did you?]

[A Little Goose: His Highness the Crown Prince personally came to see Yifei... What a display...]

[Little Fox Demon: So who exactly is that ??? Why would His Highness the Crown Prince listen to her?]

[Is Jade Not Jade: Interesting. This is getting more and more interesting.]

Li Yifei did not reply again.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the chat group's upgrade prompt.

Once the group chat activity progress bar reached full capacity, it would trigger a group upgrade.

And now, the activity level had reached its critical point.

Sure enough.

Just as the girls chattered away in discussion, a golden light exploded within Li Yifei's mind.

Ding!

[Upgrade requirements met. Upgrade Douluo Peerless Chat Group?]

It was here.

Li Yifei did not hesitate. With a thought, he pressed the confirmation button.

Ding!

[Congratulations. Douluo Peerless Chat Group has met the upgrade requirements. Upgrade successful.]