Snake Lance Douluo, Porcupinefish Douluo, Yanzi~ and Golden Liquid Angel

moment.

The carriage stopped.

"Your Crown Prince, we have arrived."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath.

He lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, his face already displaying the gentle and composed demeanor of Crown Prince.

He nodded to the servants who came to greet him and walked steadily inside.

Passing through the front hall, around the corridor, and heading straight to the deepest part of the Crown Prince Mansion.

There is a secret Secret Chamber there.

Besides her, only two other people can enter.

The heavy stone door closed behind us, shutting out all outside noise.

The Secret Chamber was dimly lit by Eternal Lamp, and the air was filled with the smell of old books and cold iron.

Qian Renxue stood still, without turning around.

"She Long, Ci Xue."

A cool, clear voice echoed in the enclosed space, stripping away the Crown Prince's gentleness and revealing the cold sharpness that belonged to the Young Master of the Spirit Hall.

Two figures appeared silently, as if seeping out of the shadows.

On the left is a tall, thin old man dressed in a dark purple outfit.

On the right was a short, stout old man with a round face and a smiling expression, but the light shining from the slits in his eyes was chilling.

Snake Lance Douluo, She Long.

Porcupinefish Douluo, Ci Xue.

The two Titled Douluo knelt on one knee, bowing their heads and saying, "Young Master."

Qian Renxue turned to look at them.

"Stand up."

The two men rose and stood at their sides, hands clasped in respect.

"Look over there, what's there?"

Qian Renxue raised her hand and pointed to the air ahead.

She Long and Ci Xue both looked up at the same time.

Their gazes were sharp as knives, scraping inch by inch across the space she was pointing to.

Soul Power fluctuations emanated from them, and the Titled Douluo activated their senses to the maximum.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

"..."

The two exchanged a glance.

"Reporting to Young Master."

She Long spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I didn't see anything."

"My subordinate is too," Ci Xue replied.

"That space had no residual Soul Power, no method of concealment, nothing at all."

"!"

Qian Renxue's heart sank.

Can't even Titled Douluo be seen?

Are you sure?

Her voice grew even colder. "Look closely, could it be some kind of extremely sophisticated illusion technique, or Soul Skill?"

She Long frowned.

He focused his senses once more, even using some of the abilities of his Martial Soul Avatar.

The eyes belonging to the Snake Lance gleamed with a dark gold, and within their gaze, even the trails of dust particles floating in the air were clearly visible.

No.

There's still nothing there.

"Young Master."

He said in a deep voice, "If it's an illusionary Soul Skill that even I and Ci Xue couldn't detect, the opponent's strength is probably above Level 98, or even..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Level 99 Limit Douluo, or... a god.

Have you encountered any enemies?

Ci Xue questioning continued, the smile vanished from the round face, replaced by a grave expression.

"Should we contact the Grand Pontiff immediately?"

"..."

Qian Renxue did not answer immediately.

She stared at the two of them, then looked at the still-floating Light Screen in front of her.

The chat history above is still scrolling.

"Young Master?"

She Long called out again.

Qian Renxue back to reality.

She looked at the two loyal Titled Douluo before her; the worry and vigilance in their eyes were starkly real.

But they couldn't see the Light Screen, nor could they sense anything unusual.

"Fine."

Qian Renxue closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear again.

"Maybe I've been too tired lately and misread it."

She waved her hand. "You may all leave. Strengthen the security of the Crown Prince Mansion, especially around the Secret Chamber."

She Long and Ci Xue looked at each other, their eyes still filled with doubt.

But they would not disobey their Young Master's orders.

"Yes."

The two bowed, their figures slowly blending into the shadows and disappearing from sight.

The Secret Chamber fell completely silent.

Qian Renxue walked to the wall, leaned against the cold stone wall, and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

The light from the Eternal Lamp cast flickering shadows on her face.

That gentle face that belonged to Xue Qinghe now revealed the weariness that belonged to Qian Renxue.

She looked up; the Light Screen was still there.

The text has been updated again.

[Ding! Welcome to the Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group!]

Qian Renxue stared at those few lines of text for a long time.

Then she twitched the corner of her mouth and chuckled.

The voice was low, echoing in the Secret Chamber, tinged with self-mockery and a hint of coldness.

"Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group, fine, let me see what kind of monster you really are."

In the Chat Group.

Message bubbles popped up one after another, flashing and dazzling.

[Daddy Douluo]: Hahaha!

[Daddy Douluo]: Did you guys see that? Yu Xiaogang's liver-colored face is hilarious.

Lin Qingmo is sharing her joyful feelings about today in the Chat Group.

suddenly.

The two previously grayed-out avatars at the bottom of the group member list have now lit up.

A pale white halo flickered around the edge of the profile picture frame, like breathing.

Lin Qingmo's eyes widened suddenly.

"Holy crap?"

He sat up abruptly in the wicker chair, scattering sunflower seeds all over his legs.

[Daddy Douluo]: Holy crap!

[Daddy Douluo]: @ Yanzi ~, @Golden Liquid Angel, Yanzi! Little Angel!

The message has been sent.

Everyone watching the Light Screen noticed it.

Shrek Academy Dormitory

Xiao Wu sat cross-legged on the bed not far from Lin Qingmo.

Long pink hair cascading over her shoulders,

She was idly peeking at Lin Qingmo's profile, a lock of her hair twirling around her fingers.

With his other hand, he reached for the headboard, grabbed a carrot, and took a bite.

Ning Rongrong was leaning against something in the Girls' Dormitory.

She was wearing a light green nightgown, and holding a small silver pair of pliers in her hand, she was slowly cracking open the shells of osmanthus melon seeds.

He popped a sunflower seed into his mouth, his eyes still glued to the Light Screen, watching with great interest.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the windowsill with her arms crossed.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a silvery glow on her.

She didn't speak, her gaze fixed on the Light Screen, cold and aloof.

Until that @ message popped up on the Light Screen.

The Xiao Wu carrot stopped at its mouth.

Ning Rongrong's hand, which was holding a melon seed, froze in mid-air.

Zhu Zhuqing's fingers, which were crossed over her arms, curled slightly.

The three of them were staring at the Chat Group almost simultaneously.

"A newcomer?"

The same thought popped into the minds of all three of them.

We need to observe carefully!

Blue Tyrant Academy Dean's Office

"Boom!"

Liu Erlong slammed his fist on the table.

The solid wood tabletop made a dull thud, and cracks burst open like a spiderweb beneath her fist.

Her chest heaved, her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her eyes burned with fire.

I'm thinking of Yu Xiaogang again.

That bastard.

That bastard who spouts theories and has such a sanctimonious face.

How could she have been so blind as to believe him for so many years?

"You damned bastard..."

She gritted her teeth and cursed, then sat down, supporting her forehead.

I rubbed my throbbing temples with my fingertips, feeling a sharp pain in my head.

The pale blue Light Screen popped up in front of me at that moment.

Liu Erlong raised his eyes irritably.

Then it paused.

"Um?"

She saw the two newly lit avatars on the Light Screen, and Lin Qingmo's loud and boisterous "@".

I paused for two seconds.

She lowered her hand from her forehead and slowly sat up straight.

He rested his elbows on the cracked tabletop, his fingertips tapping the Light Screen, again and again.

The burning fire in his eyes was gradually replaced by other emotions.

Curiosity and interest.

"There's a new person..."

She tugged at the corners of her mouth; her smile wasn't gentle, but at least it had a touch of liveliness.

That's fine.

It's better to have some new fun than to sit here alone and sulk over some charlatan.