Winning Over Xue Ye

"However, this matter is rather confidential and should not be publicized."

On Xue Ye, he took the seat of honor and waved to dismiss those around him.

The palace doors slowly closed behind him, leaving only him and Tang Xiao in the vast Governance Hall.

"What's up?"

Tang Xiao looked up at Xue Ye: "Your Majesty, do you wish to become powerful?"

Xue Ye frowned. "Qiangqiang, what do you mean by this?"

It means exactly what it says.

Tang Xiao flipped his right hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm.

The hammer was entirely black, and nine Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

It's not Eight-Ring Soul Douluo configuration, but nine.

In addition, the pressure of a level 99 Peak Douluo was released without reservation, and the air Governance Hall froze.

On that Xue Ye, it felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on me.

He instinctively stood up and took three steps back.

"You... you are Tang Xiao?"

Tang Xiao sheathed the Clear Sky Hammer, slowly dissipating his oppressive aura, and bowed as before. "Of course I am Tang Xiao, Your Majesty."

"Then why did your strength suddenly..."

Tang Xiao was just a Soul Douluo; how much time has passed since then?

Soul Douluo from Contra to Titled Douluo in one step, and then from Titled Douluo to Peak Douluo in another...

Throughout the entire history of cultivation on the continent, no one has been able to achieve this.

This is not normal, this is extremely abnormal.

Anyone would be shocked to see the person standing in front of them.

Facing the astonished and uncertain gaze of Xue Ye, Tang Xiao said, "Because of my master."

The Xue Ye frowned. Master?

The Clear Sky Sect, the inheritor of the world's number one Martial Soul, calls someone else "master"?

"Your master? Tang Xiao, what do you mean by that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiao suddenly knelt down on one knee.

It wasn't about kneeling in the Xue Ye at night, but about facing the empty wall to the left of the palace gate.

Looking in the direction Tang Xiao knelt, Xue Ye saw nothing.

Just then, he saw a cloud of Black Mist seeping out from the wall.

The Black Mist was silent and still, neither dissipating nor dissipating, moving along the wall like a living thing before slowly gathering in the center of the main hall.

First, bare, snow-white feet emerged from the Black Mist, followed by a black skirt, a slender waist... and finally, a delicate yet bewitching face.

She looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with long, jet-black hair that reached her waist.

She hovered barefoot a few inches off the ground, looking down at Tang Xiao kneeling on one knee, her voice clear and languid.

"Well done."

"Thank you, Master."

Tang Xiao lowered his head, his voice carrying a submissiveness that Xue Ye had never heard from Tang Xiao before.

His tone made it seem as if the person standing before him was not a little girl, but a god.

Xue Ye subconsciously took half a step back, her fingers gripping the armrests of the dragon throne tightly.

"Who... who are you?"

Xiao Wu turned her head, walked to the table, sat sideways on the corner of the table, and crossed her legs.

The black skirt slipped down above her knees, revealing half of her snow-white thighs.

"My Xiao Wu, and I am also Messenger of Darkness."

The Xue Ye stared at her, Messenger of Darkness?

But Tang Xiao kneeling before her, a Peak Douluo kneeling before her, was a more convincing image than any introduction of his identity.

"The Messenger of Darkness..."

What do you want to talk to me about?

Xiao Wu twirled a strand of hair around her fingertip, turning it twice. Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly in the candlelight. "Your Majesty Xue Ye, don't you want to know why Tang Xiao was able to break through to the Peak Douluo in such a short time?"

Xue Ye's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Tang Xiao.

He certainly thought that if he didn't get it tonight, you wouldn't be able to sleep for the next few days.

What are you trying to say?

"What I want to say is that I can make him stronger, and I can make you stronger too."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ye's heart suddenly raced.

Becoming stronger—that word was too tempting for him.

If he could become stronger, if the Heaven Dou Royal Family could also possess the combat power of Peak Douluo... But his reason held him back at the last moment.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; having grown up in the royal family, he understood this better than anyone.

What are your requirements?

Xiao Wu smiled, a playful expression like a cat catching a mouse appearing on her face.

"My request is simple... You must call me master, obey me from now on, and at the same time, deal with the Spirit Hall."

The atmosphere froze, Xue Ye's expression changed from surprise and doubt to ashen.

The emperor of the mighty Heaven Dou Empire, a monarch with millions of subjects, kneels and calls a girl of unknown origin "master"?

Behind him are the ancestors of the Xue Family, the imperial dignity passed down for hundreds of years, the civil and military officials, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the frontier.

If he kneels down and calls him "Master," will the Heaven Dou Empire still be the Heaven Dou Empire of the Xue Family?

Isn't the so-called "listen to me" just being a puppet?

"Impossible."

The voice in the Xue Ye turned cold, "I am the Lord of Heaven Dou, how could I acknowledge you as my master?"

"This throne was passed down from the ancestors of the Xue Family. If I kneel before you, how can I face the late emperor?"

Tang Xiao slowly stood up from the ground to face the Xue Ye; the submissive expression he had when he knelt on one knee was gone.

"Brother Xue Ye, to be honest..."

"A few days ago, the Spirit Hall came to my Clear Sky Sect Clear Sky Sect, intending to annihilate it in one fell swoop."

Xue Ye suddenly turned to look at him. "Did the Spirit Hall really come to destroy the sect that day?"

"I swear on my Martial Soul that I have uttered not a single falsehood."

"That day, Qian Xunji personally led people up the mountain. If it weren't for our master's help, tens of millions of lives in my Clear Sky Sect would have already become victims of the Spirit Hall's sword, just like my brother."

He continued with a grave expression, "Brother Xue Ye, the Spirit Hall was able to kill my brother in Nuoding City and even destroy my Clear Sky Sect. Do you really think... they will always coexist peacefully with the Heaven Dou Royal Family?"

Xue Ye's body trembled violently.

This sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

Involuntarily, images flashed through his mind of the Iron Cavalry of Spirit City breaking through the gates of Heaven Dou City, golden-armored knights pouring into the palace, and the Xue Family's descendants all becoming prisoners, even suffering massacres.

He shivered, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out of his back.

Xiao Wu jumped off the table. "Think it over carefully. I'll come back to you for an answer in three days."

After saying that, she waved to Tang Xiao, "Let's go."

"Yes, Master."

Tang Xiao immediately bowed and followed, and the two walked towards the palace gate. The Black Mist once again spread from her body, gradually engulfing their figures.

The Black Mist suddenly expanded, completely engulfing the two people, and the Governance Hall returned to silence.

He stood alone on the Xue Ye, not sitting down for Jiujiu.

His gaze fell on the palace lantern on the imperial desk, which was still swaying slightly, and his expression was uncertain.

He refused to kneel, but Tang Xiao did.

The oath Tang Xiao made with his Martial Soul still echoed in his ears.

The Tang Family lad, who possessed the world's number one weapon Martial Soul and would rather die standing than live kneeling, knelt before that girl.

The price was kneeling down; the reward was becoming Peak Douluo.

But if he doesn't kneel...

He supported his forehead with his hands and closed his eyes.