The Golden Beauty in the Secret Chamber, Qian Renxue's True Appearance

Riding in the Crown Prince Mansion's luxurious carriage, they swaggered through the city.

Lin Qingmo felt like a sucker about to be lured into a trap.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a regular "click-clack" sound.

Coupled with the brightly lit insignia of the Crown Prince Mansion on the carriage, pedestrians along the way quickly gave way.

"That's quite a grand display."

Lin Qingmo lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, watching the street scene rush past, silently making plans in his mind.

"Qian Renxue is contacting me at this time, which is nothing more than a test, an attempt to win me over, or... a showdown."

The car stopped in front of the Crown Prince Mansion's residence. The vermilion gate was wide open, and two rows of guards stood with their eyes fixed straight ahead.

A middle-aged man who looked like a butler came forward, his smile so perfect it looked like it had been measured with a protractor.

"Young Master Lin, His Highness has been waiting in the manor for some time. Please follow me."

Passing through three courtyards and winding corridors, we walked deeper and deeper.

Lin Qingmo noticed that the number of Guard around him was decreasing, but their hidden auras were getting stronger.

At least three Soul Saint level beings are lurking in the shadows.

Finally, the steward stopped in front of a separate palace.

"His Highness is inside. Captain Lin, please come in."

The butler bowed and retreated, his steps so quick it was as if he were afraid of being overtaken by something.

Lin Qingmo stood in front of the palace gate and took a deep breath.

As soon as I stepped into the palace, I felt like I was being watched; there were two pairs of eyes.

One was as cold and sinister as a venomous snake, the other as sharp and piercing as a spear.

"Porcupinefish Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo"

Lin Qingmo understood.

"With two Titled Douluo serving as gatekeepers, Qian Renxue's status is off the charts!"

He remained outwardly calm, his steps steady, and even began to admire the furnishings inside the hall with great interest.

The sandalwood table, the Hetian jade ornaments, and the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the wall—each piece is priceless.

But Lin Qingmo knew that these things were nothing but fleeting clouds in the eyes of true powerhouses.

What's truly valuable is the military force deployed inside and outside this hall.

In the center of the hall, a young man was admiring a landscape painting with his back to him.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, with an upright posture, he slowly turned around after hearing footsteps.

Xue Qinghe.

His Highness the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, the most favored son of Emperor Xue Ye, and a wise and virtuous heir praised by the court and the public.

Of course, all of these are fake.

Lin Qingmo clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, Your Crown Prince."

"Brother Lin, you're too kind. Please have a seat."

Xue Qinghe smiled gently, personally led him to a seat, and poured him tea by hand.

Lin Qingmo picked up the teacup, gently blew on it, and took a sip.

"Hmm, good tea. This must be Cloud Mist Tea from the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, right?"

"Tea trees infused with the life force of Soul Beast truly have a unique flavor."

"Captain Lin knows about tea?" A hint of surprise flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes.

"I know a little."

Lin Qingmo said modestly.

The two of them drank tea and chatted.

From the daily training of the Imperial Fighting Team to the teaching reforms of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, to the livelihood and economy of the Heaven Dou Empire, and finally even the situation on the continent.

Lin Qingmo responded flawlessly.

Praise when you should praise, conceal when you should conceal, and be absolutely clear when you should be ambiguous.

When Xue Qinghe mentioned the military movements of the Star Luo Empire, Lin Qingmo discussed trade balance.

When Xue Qinghe mentioned the expansion of the Spirit Hall's influence, Lin Qingmo responded by talking about the construction of the Soul Master training system.

Like two chess players playing a game, every move is full of hidden strategies.

Xue Qinghe's smile grew increasingly sincere, but Lin Qingmo knew that it was precisely at times like this that the other party was brewing a deadly move.

really.

"Brother Lin."

Xue Qinghe suddenly put down his teacup, his gaze sharp. "What is your opinion of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall?"

It's here!

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze.

Those two pairs of eyes, hidden in the shadows, became almost tangible at this moment, firmly locking onto Lin Qingmo's every subtle reaction.

Lin Qingmo knew that if he answered this question well, he might be able to live.

If I don't answer well, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave the Crown Prince Mansion's residence today.

He calmly took another sip of tea.

"Pope Bibi Dong, huh...?"

Lin Qingmo put down his teacup, his expression calm. "She is a powerful Pope."

"During her tenure as head of the Spirit Hall, she continued the system of providing free Martial Soul awakening for commoners and distributing basic cultivation subsidies, thus preserving upward mobility for lower-level Soul Master."

"From the perspective of institutional continuity, she at least superficially maintained the Spirit Hall's contribution to the stability of the continent."

"As for personal strength, becoming the youngest Pope in the history of the Spirit Hall speaks for itself."

These words are neither praising nor criticizing; they are objective and neutral.

However, Xue Qinghe's brows furrowed even more deeply upon hearing this.

He stared at Lin Qingmo, his once gentle eyes now filled only with scrutiny and disappointment.

That's not what I want to hear.

Xue Qinghe's voice lowered, with a barely perceptible hoarseness.

"Oh?"

Lin Qingmo.

He slowly put down his teacup, the porcelain making a crisp "tap" as it touched the table.

Then, he raised his head and looked into Xue Qinghe's eyes.

A mysterious smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"So, what would Your Highness Xue Qinghe like to hear?"

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Or rather, what does the real prince beneath this facade want to hear?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Xue Qinghe's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, Lin Qingmo clearly saw the other person's knuckles tighten suddenly as they held the teacup.

Two auras hidden in the shadows stirred simultaneously, their killing intent surging like a tide, only to be abruptly stopped just before they touched Lin Qingmo.

"..."

In a deathly silence.

Xue Qinghe stared at Lin Qingmo, and Lin Qingmo looked back at Xue Qinghe.

It felt like an eternity.

Xue Qinghe slowly stood up.

"Come with me."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against metal, a stark contrast to his previous gentle and refined image.

Lin Qingmo stood up and followed Xue Qinghe deeper into the hall.

In front of a seemingly ordinary wall, Xue Qinghe pressed his palm against it, and his Soul Power vibrated at a specific frequency.

"Click click click--"

The walls slid open to the sides, revealing a secret passage extending downwards.

The secret passage was inlaid with luminous pearls on both sides, their dim light illuminating the spiraling stone steps.

Lin Qingmo followed Xue Qinghe down step by step.

The entrance to the secret passage behind them slowly closed, isolating them from the outside world.

The Secret Chamber was small and simply furnished.

A stone table, two stone benches, and a Eternal Lamp burns eternally on the wall.

The stone door to the Secret Chamber slammed shut behind them.

Xue Qinghe stood with his back to Lin Qingmo, motionless.

"So you knew my true identity after all."

The sound echoed in the enclosed space, carrying a metallic resonance.

Lin Qingmo leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"Young Master of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue."

The few words, though seemingly light, resonated like a thunderclap.

Xue Qinghe's body trembled violently.

It's an instinctive reaction when someone sees through you completely.

Then, he... no, it should be said that she, slowly turned around.

A miraculous thing happened.

Starting from the ends of the hair, the black color recedes like a tide, revealing a dazzling gold.

The facial bones made a slight "click" sound, and the sharp male contours gradually softened, transforming into a stunningly beautiful face.

The change in body shape is even more obvious.

The originally loose, moon-white robe now clung to her curves, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, her skin was as white as jade, and her features were so exquisite that they looked like a work of art sculpted by a god.

The most striking feature was its eyes.

His golden pupils, like a burning sun, radiated a sacred and inviolable light.

Qian Renxue, the owner of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, daughter of Bibi Dong, Pope the Spirit Hall, and an undercover agent who has been infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire for more than ten years.

She stood there in front of Lin Qingmo.

Lin Qingmo's pupils widened slightly.

Despite being mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he actually saw Qian Renxue's true face.

Looks like that, figure like that, charisma like that!

"No wonder she's the number one beauty in the Spirit Hall."

He sincerely praised it in his heart.