Douluo: The Venom System Is Awesome Chapter 47

"This gentleman is the master of one of the top three sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Lord Ning Fengzhi! That Sect Master Ning would take time out of his busy schedule to come here today is truly the fortune of our Heaven Dou, and the fortune of Qinghe!"

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The entire hall erupted in a wave of irrepressible gasps and whispers!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

The wealthiest sect in the world!

The pinnacle of auxiliary-type tool spirits!

Its master, Ning Fengzhi, was the head of the continent's top auxiliary spirit sect!

His status was incomparably noble!

He had actually come in person to attend the Crown Prince's celebration banquet? The signal this sent was extraordinary!

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe, filled with astonishment, envy, and all manner of calculations.

Xue Qinghe felt a slight chill in her heart, but her face immediately displayed the perfect amount of flattered surprise and respect as she stepped forward and bowed.

"I was unaware that Sect Master Ning was coming in person, and I failed to welcome you properly. I hope you will forgive me, Sect Master Ning."

Ning Fengzhi smiled gently and reached out to support her.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, there is no need for such formalities. That you are young and promising, having broken through to become a Soul Ancestor, is a joyous occasion. It is only right that I come to offer my congratulations."

His gaze landed on Xue Qinghe, carrying a trace of imperceptible scrutiny and appreciation.

Hidden in the corner, Mu Junyu narrowed his eyes, gently swirling the wine glass in his hand.

Chapter 67: The Third Prince is Assassinated

Mu Junyu's gaze moved past the highly-regarded Ning Fengzhi and landed half a step behind him. A swordsman stood there quietly.

This man had white hair and a white beard, a thin face, and eyes that were clear and calm, as if they contained no emotion at all.

He simply stood there, his posture as straight as a pine, yet he naturally exuded an invisible, sharp aura.

It was as if he were a peerless sword sheathed in its scabbard; though it remained hidden, it already made people feel a faint sense of oppression and a skin-prickling chill.

His aura was completely out of place with the noisy, gaudy banquet, carrying a transcendent, ethereal air.

"Sword Douluo, Chen Xin..."

The name immediately surfaced in Mu Junyu's mind.

One of the two pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, known as the number one offensive Title Douluo. With him present, Ning Fengzhi's safety was as secure as a fortress.

At this moment, Emperor Xueye was enthusiastically pulling Xue Qinghe along, smiling at Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, look at my second son, Qinghe. Although his talent is not the absolute best, he excels in diligence and self-discipline, and his nature is pure and kind."

"He is also becoming increasingly mature in handling government affairs. Compared to his good-for-nothing brothers, he truly gives me much less to worry about!"

Emperor Xueye's words sounded like casual remarks, but they actually had deep intentions.

On one hand, he was showing off his most outstanding heir to Ning Fengzhi; on the other, he was taking the opportunity to once again warn those who might still harbor fantasies about the other princes.

Xue Qinghe immediately cooperated by showing a humble expression.

"Father Emperor overpraises me. There is still much I need to learn, and my younger brothers each have their own strengths."

Hearing this, the smile on Ning Fengzhi's face grew even gentler. He carefully looked Xue Qinghe over and nodded.

"Your Majesty is too modest. His Highness the Crown Prince is as gentle as jade, with inner brilliance, and his spirit power is solid and steady. What is even rarer is this humble and benevolent heart. He is truly a blessing to the empire."

To receive such an evaluation from the master of the world's number one auxiliary sect was undoubtedly a great affirmation of Xue Qinghe's status.

The gazes of those around them toward the Crown Prince became even more fervent.

Emperor Xueye was delighted, laughing heartily.

And the Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing behind Ning Fengzhi, seemed to let his calm, waveless gaze linger on Xue Qinghe for an extra moment, nodding imperceptibly as if he also somewhat approved of the Crown Prince's demeanor.

Mu Junyu took all of this in, pondering to himself.

It seems that Qian Renxue is playing the role of Xue Qinghe more and more successfully; even figures like Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin have given her their initial approval.

She is truly worthy of being a little angel.

The atmosphere of the banquet was pushed to a new climax by Ning Fengzhi's arrival and Emperor Xueye's undisguised favoritism.

The atmosphere of the banquet had reached a harmonious peak amidst Emperor Xueye's praise for the Crown Prince and Ning Fengzhi's approval.

Glasses were clinking, and laughter filled the air. However, this false prosperity was violently torn apart the very next moment by a shrill, miserable scream!

"Ah—!!!"

The scream came from the rear of the banquet hall, precisely from the direction of the Third Prince, Xue Sheng!

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces as they looked toward the sound in astonishment.

I saw the Third Prince, Xue Sheng, collapse in his seat with a cold, gleaming dagger plunged into his chest, blood gushing out to stain his magnificent robes.

A man dressed as a servant, his face twisted in a hideous grimace, was pinning him down. His eyes were bloodshot like a madman's, and he was repeatedly yanking the dagger out only to drive it back into Xue Sheng's heart with savage force, emitting low, beast-like growls.

"Die! Die! You beast! Go to hell!"

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

"There's an assassin! Seize him!"

"His Highness the Third Prince!"

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the banquet hall exploded into chaos!

The screams of noblewomen, the roars of men, and the sound of shattering plates and cups filled the air!

The scene was in total disarray!

Nearby imperial guards reacted with lightning speed, lunging forward to pin several blades against the mad assassin's neck, forcibly dragging him off Xue Sheng and pinning him to the floor.

Xue Sheng slumped in his seat, his body twitching slightly, his pupils already dilated; it was clear he would not survive.

The assassin, pinned firmly to the ground, struggled to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring fixedly at the ashen-faced, trembling Emperor Xueye above, as he let out a manic, venomous laugh:

"Hahaha! You old dog, Emperor Xueye! Do you see this! Your son is dead! He deserved to die!"

"When he destroyed my entire family back then, did he ever think this day would come?! I endured humiliation and bore the weight of my burden, waiting for this very moment! Hahaha! Retribution! This is retribution!"

He cursed the dead Xue Sheng and Emperor Xueye frantically, his words filled with a blood feud that had festered for years.

"Shut his mouth!"

Emperor Xueye was trembling with rage, his voice booming with a sharp command.

However, the moment the guards moved to comply, a flash of resolve and grim satisfaction crossed the assassin's eyes, and he bit down hard!

A trickle of black blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth; his laughter cut off abruptly, his body convulsed violently twice, and then he went completely still.

A strange, eerie smile remained frozen on his face, as if he had finally achieved his vengeance.

He had hidden a potent poison in his mouth, choosing to commit suicide the moment he was caught!

The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence once more, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the thick, pervasive stench of blood.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden, bloody assassination and the assassin's frantic accusations before his death.

Emperor Xueye looked at his murdered son and the self-slain assassin, his expression so dark it seemed as if ink were dripping from it, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

A banquet that should have been a joyous celebration had turned into a tragedy of a lost son and a royal scandal in the blink of an eye!

"Xue Qinghe" wore a look of shock, sorrow, and a hint of fear at the perfect moment, playing the part of a startled Crown Prince to perfection.

Meanwhile, in the corner, Mu Junyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The banquet hall was in a state of utter turmoil, with terrified screams, panicked footsteps, and the shouts of guards all tangled together.

Emperor Xueye's face was livid as he stared at the gruesome corpse of the Third Prince, Xue Sheng, and the hideous grin of the dead assassin.

His chest heaved violently; he was clearly pushed to the absolute limit of his rage and shock. Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity of the situation in the other's eyes.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his gentle soul power spreading quietly as he attempted to soothe the atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, please restrain your grief and take care of your health. The most urgent matter is to secure the scene."

Chen Xin moved silently closer to Emperor Xueye and "Xue Qinghe," an invisible field of sword intent radiating naturally to ensure no one could take advantage of the chaos to strike again.

"Xue Qinghe," wearing an expression of perfectly measured grief and lingering fear, choked out to Emperor Xueye under the invisible protection of Chen Xin.

"Father... Third Brother... how could this happen... I beg you to order a thorough investigation, we must unearth the mastermind behind this!"

His words seemed indignant, but in reality, they shifted the focus toward a "mastermind" that did not exist.

In the corner, Mu Junyu watched the bloody drama he had helped direct with cold, detached eyes, sighing inwardly.

Chapter 68: Preserving Warmth.

Sister Xue truly has great resolve and ruthless methods! Using the banquet where she was the guest of honor, she had managed to kill the Third Prince, Xue Sheng, in full view of everyone.

The timing was impeccable, and the impact was nothing short of shocking!

He knew every single detail of the plan.

The guards in key areas of the banquet had long since been quietly replaced by Martial Soul Hall death soldiers, using Qian Renxue's authority as the Crown Prince.

As for that so-called "assassin," he was indeed a man with an old grudge against Xue Sheng, whom Martial Soul Hall had tracked down and manipulated.

Finally, it was Mu Junyu who had stepped in, using the mimicry abilities of the Symbiosis to easily provide the assassin with a perfect disguise.

This allowed him to blend into the ranks of the servants and strike with lethal precision at the most opportune moment.

As for why they chose to strike at the Crown Prince's own celebration?

That was the most brilliant part of the plan. In everyone's eyes, the Crown Prince was the protagonist of the banquet; if something went wrong, the Crown Prince would suffer the greatest loss of face. Who would ever suspect the victim himself was the mastermind?

This perfectly cleared "Xue Qinghe" of any suspicion, even allowing her to play the role of the victim and the grieving, outraged brother.

The plan was executed perfectly, and the suspicion was successfully diverted. The waters within the Heaven Dou Empire royal family had been thoroughly muddied.

A curve that went unnoticed by anyone tugged at the corner of Mu Junyu's mouth as he quietly retreated into the deeper shadows.

The subsequent investigation would only point toward the assassin who had already "committed suicide" and the "blood feud" of unknown veracity he had spoken of, ultimately becoming an unsolvable cold case.

And the true beneficiary would quietly consolidate their position amidst the chaos.

The sudden assassination and death of the Third Prince had cast a pall of blood and gloom over what should have been a joyous banquet.

Clearly unable to continue, Emperor Xueye suppressed the pain of losing his son and his monstrous rage, announcing the termination of the banquet and ordering the news to be strictly sealed while a thorough investigation was launched. Under these circumstances, it was naturally inconvenient for Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin to remain any longer.

They once again expressed their condolences and sympathy to Emperor Xueye, their words filled with just the right amount of concern, but nothing more.

Subsequently, Ning Fengzhi held a brief and efficient private meeting with Emperor Xueye.

The content of the meeting was known to no one, but it was nothing more than reconfirming or fine-tuning the ties of interest and cooperation agreements between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire at this moment of sudden upheaval within the royal family.

Ning Fengzhi was a shrewd politician who knew well that what Emperor Xueye needed most right now was stability and external support, so he naturally would not let this opportunity pass.

And in order to stabilize the situation, Emperor Xueye would inevitably offer corresponding promises or concessions to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After the meeting concluded, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin took their leave.

Both their arrival and their departure added more thought-provoking footnotes to this turmoil.

Emperor Xueye seemed to age significantly in an instant, and he waved his hand wearily.

He spoke to "Xue Qinghe," who remained "shaken" and "visibly sorrowful."

"Qinghe, you have also been frightened today; go back and get some good rest. As for this matter... I will handle it."

"This son obeys. Father... please also restrain your grief and take care of your health."

"Xue Qinghe" bowed respectfully, his voice choked with emotion as he played the role of a filial and terrified son.

Exiting the heavy, somber atmosphere of the palace.

Escorted by several trusted guards, "Xue Qinghe" returned to his own Crown Prince's bedchamber.