Douluo: The Venom System Is Awesome

Mu Junyu felt this brief yet warm embrace, the faint, cold fragrance of Bibi Dong lingering at the tip of his nose, his heart softening into a complete mess.

He nodded vigorously and whispered, "Don't worry, Teacher! I will!"

Bibi Dong straightened up, her gaze becoming sharp and powerful once more. She looked toward the rising sun in the distance and said in a deep voice.

"For the future of Martial Soul Hall!"

"For Martial Soul Hall!"

Qian Renxue and Mu Junyu responded solemnly as well. In this moment, a sense of mission and the sorrow of parting were intertwined.

However, amidst this somewhat solemn atmosphere, a burst of uncontrollable sobbing came from the side.

Hu Liena had run over at some point, her golden fox tail drooping, her large eyes red and swollen from crying, looking like two peaches.

She rushed over regardless of anything else, grabbed Mu Junyu's arm, and tears began to fall drop by drop.

"Senior Brother... sob... you must come back early..."

She was crying so hard she couldn't even finish her sentence.

"You promised me... you have to write to me... write every month... otherwise I... I will never talk to you again! Sob..."

"Didn't you want to touch my tail... sob... when you come back, I'll let you touch it as much as you want... sob..."

Mu Junyu was at a loss because of her crying and could only clumsily pat her back. "Alright, alright, Nana, don't cry. I will definitely do what I promised you. You must be obedient, cultivate well, and wait for Senior Brother to check your progress when I return."

"Mm... sob... you must come back..."

Hu Liena gripped his sleeve tightly, crying uncontrollably. Xie Yue, standing to the side, looked helpless and could only step forward to comfort his sister in a low voice.

Finally, amidst Hu Liena's reluctant sobs, Qian Renxue and Mu Junyu boarded the plain-looking carriage that had been prepared in advance.

The carriage curtain was lowered, cutting off the inside from the outside.

The carriage started slowly, driving away from the massive gates of Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong stood where she was, watching the carriage disappear at the end of the road, remaining motionless for a long time.

The wind blew her long purple hair, and a trace of unseen emptiness flashed through those majestic purple eyes.

Hu Liena threw herself into her brother's arms and cried even harder.

Inside the carriage, Qian Renxue closed her eyes to rest, but her fingertips curled slightly.

Mu Junyu leaned against the carriage window, watching the scenery flying past outside, and sighed softly.

A new journey had begun.

Chapter 33: The New Xue Qinghe

In a secret dark room deep within the Crown Prince's Residence of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The air was cold and stagnant, with only the dim blue light emitted by the Soul Guidance Lamp on the wall.

The real Xue Qinghe—the eldest prince of the Heaven Dou Empire—was currently firmly bound to a stone chair by specially made chains.

His mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball, and he could only emit terrified "mm-mm" sounds, his eyes filled with despair and confusion.

Qian Renxue, who had disguised herself as him, stood in front of a mirror, having already perfectly transformed into his appearance.

Her golden eyes calmly scrutinized "her own" original face, adjusting her facial muscles, trying to imitate that air of a prince—pampered and spoiled, yet carrying a hint of indecisiveness.

Mu Junyu sat in the shadows to the side, his small hands cupping his chin, his brows slightly furrowed in the thoughtful manner of a little adult.

He watched Qian Renxue's imitation and shook his head.

"Sister Xue, the look in your eyes is wrong."

He spoke calmly, his tone as experienced as a veteran director.

"Although he is a fool, he is a prince after all. When looking at people, you need that habitual, condescending feeling, but it can't be too obvious; it has to be hidden with a bit of hollowness."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue adjusted herself in front of a large crystal mirror to the side, trying to make her gaze slightly more arrogant, yet with a hint of vagueness.

"Like this?"

She asked, her voice already becoming identical to Xue Qinghe's, though her tone still carried her own inherent coldness.

"Mm... better, but still a bit stiff."

Mu Junyu jumped off the chair, trotted over to Qian Renxue, and tilted his head to look closely.

"When he walks, his shoulders slump a little; they aren't that upright, after all, his body has been hollowed out by wine and women. Mm... also, when he smiles, the left corner of his mouth lifts a little higher than the right, making him look a bit frivolous." As he spoke, he actually began to imitate Xue Qinghe's posture and expression.

The little page boy acting in such a manner looked both comical and eerie, yet he had captured a few of the essential traits.

Qian Renxue couldn't help but want to laugh at his antics, but wearing Xue Qinghe's face, her smile looked exceptionally strange.

She quickly restrained herself and carefully noted every detail Mu Junyu mentioned.

The bound real prince watched these two critiquing his face and mannerisms—especially the little page boy who looked only seven or eight years old, yet was able to analyze him so thoroughly—and he trembled all over, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"And the voice."

Mu Junyu stroked his chin, continuing his critique.

"Sister Xue, your imitation of the timbre is perfect, but when he speaks, he habitually drags out the tail end of his sentences a little, especially when calling the names of those ministers; it makes him sound rather listless."

Qian Renxue cleared her throat, trying to speak in the voice of Xue Qinghe.

"I know..."

She deliberately dragged out the tail end of the word "know."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly the flavor!"

Mu Junyu clapped his small hands, his eyes sparkling.

Sister Xue is so smart!

Qian Renxue felt a bit embarrassed by his praise, though fortunately, her disguise hid her face.

She steadied herself and looked at "herself" in the mirror once more.

Her gaze, posture, and subtle facial habits were all being adjusted in the direction Mu Junyu had pointed out.

After a long while, Mu Junyu finally revealed a satisfied smile.

"That's about it, Sister Xue. As long as someone who isn't extremely familiar with him isn't observing you closely from a very short distance, they shouldn't be able to spot any flaws."

Qian Renxue also let out a sigh of relief, confirming it one last time in the mirror.

The "Xue Qinghe" in the mirror had eyes carrying just the right amount of arrogance and superficiality, with a faint, slightly frivolous smile hanging at the corners of his mouth; even his standing posture exuded a laziness steeped in a life of luxury.

She turned around and looked at the real prince on the floor, a cold light flashing in her golden eyes.

"Clean it up."

She ordered indifferently, her voice and tone indistinguishable from the real Xue Qinghe.

In the shadows, two ghostly figures emerged and silently dragged the desperate, real prince away.

The secret chamber returned to silence.

Qian Renxue dispelled her disguise, returning to her original appearance, and let out a soft breath.

This meticulous imitation and replacement were a tremendous mental drain even for her.

Mu Junyu leaned over and handed her a cup of warm water.

"You've worked hard, Sister Xue. You've learned very quickly; it's just that this guy really does have too many bad habits."

Qian Renxue took the water cup and looked at him.

"How do you know him so well?"

Even those extremely subtle habits were crystal clear to him.

Mu Junyu smiled mysteriously and pointed to his own head.

"Maybe I'm just better at observing? And besides..."

He blinked.

To help Sister Xue, of course I have to give it my all!

Qian Renxue felt a warmth in her heart and couldn't help but reach out to ruffle his hair.

They had spent every day and night together for the past month, eating and sleeping in the same place.

Although she had been extremely resistant and blushing at the beginning, she eventually couldn't overcome Mu Junyu's pestering and his absurd excuse of being "afraid of the dark at night."

Furthermore, on Mu Junyu's eighth birthday.

This brat's birthday wish was to sleep in the same bed as her, Qian Renxue, from then on...

However, she had become increasingly dependent on and trusting of this "little brother" who seemed young but was mysterious in every way, and thus allowed this request and wish that clearly crossed the line.

"Alright, it's time to go back."

Qian Renxue set down the water cup, her expression turning solemn once again.

"Starting tomorrow, I am 'Xue Qinghe'."

Mu Junyu nodded and took her hand.

"Mm! Sister Xue is the best~"

The two walked out of the secret chamber, quietly locking away the secrets and darkness behind them.

As for Xue Qinghe, he was buried in the back garden, very deep, and very dark!

Mu Junyu and Qian Renxue had initially befriended Xue Qinghe, keeping him hooked with money and flattery.

Through repeated meetings and the joint efforts of spies planted in advance, Xue Qinghe became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, eventually becoming a stepping stone for Martial Soul Hall to unify the continent.

"It can be said he didn't die in vain." This was Mu Junyu's original quote.

The original Xue Qinghe's favorite pastime was to use coercion and bribery everywhere to obtain the body and heart of women from various families, only to discard them afterward.

Mu Junyu found this behavior utterly disgraceful.

There was nothing inherently wrong with using schemes to win over a girl's heart.

However, that was no reason to hurt them.

Mu Junyu felt that if it were him, once he had them, he would never let go for the rest of his life!

What kind of logic was there in throwing away what belonged to you!

The night grew deeper, and while the study in the Crown Prince's Residence was brightly lit, only the rustling sound of a pen tip gliding across paper remained.

After Qian Renxue finished the day's official duties for "Xue Qinghe," she rubbed her aching brow. Raising her eyes, she saw Mu Junyu lying behind another, slightly lower desk.

His little face was scrunched up, biting on the end of his pen as he pondered over a spread-out sheet of letter paper.

He was writing with extreme focus, sometimes scribbling furiously, sometimes pausing to contemplate, and even flipping through several thick classic texts beside him.

That serious little expression was a far cry from his usual lively and cunning self.

"Xiaoyu, what are you writing so intently?"

Chapter 34: Sister, I'm sleepy

Qian Renxue walked over, feeling a bit curious. This was the first time in a month she had seen Mu Junyu take such an interest in books.

Mu Junyu didn't even look up, responding vaguely.

"Writing a letter to my teacher."

"A letter?"

Qian Renxue was even more puzzled and leaned in closer.

"Is it a report on the situation here in Heaven Dou? Why have you written so much?"

She saw that the letter paper was already densely packed with characters, and the content did not seem to be intelligence.