The Elite Competition Begins? 'Shit' Like! Dugu Yan: Love and romance are boring!

Heaven Dou City.

As soon as they entered the city, their ears were filled with deafening cheers and the sound of ceremonial cannons.

The streets and alleys were decked out in lanterns and colorful streamers, with countless commoners and Soul Masters surging in the same direction, their faces overflowing with fanatical excitement.

"This is..."

Dugu Yan looked at the bustling, extraordinary scene, slightly stunned, before realizing:

"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, it has begun?"

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the excited crowd as a sneer of disdain curled his lips:

"Counting the days, it is indeed today.

A bunch of unweaned brats playing house on the arena stage; only these common mortals would find it so fascinating."

If it were in the past, Dugu Bo might have paid some attention, as his own granddaughter was among the competing teams.

But now?

Hmph, with her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone and transcendent soul ring configuration, Yan-er was already on a completely different level from these so-called "geniuses."

In his eyes, this kind of competition was nothing more than chickens pecking at each other.

"Grandfather, are we heading straight to the palace?"

Dugu Yan asked in a low voice; she was now more eager to help her grandfather complete that "double-dealing" plan as soon as possible.

"No rush."

Just then, Yu Nan's lazy voice echoed in their minds:

"That old man Xue Ye won't be dying anytime soon.

Since we've caught up with this grand event, we might as well join in the fun."

"Join in the fun?"

Dugu Bo was somewhat puzzled.

"Wouldn't it be interesting to see how that 'Crown Prince' puts on a show under the gaze of the masses?"

Yu Nan's tone carried a hint of playfulness:

"Besides, I also want to see what that Tang San, whose mother's soul bone we intercepted, looks like now.

By the way... let Yan-er go see her 'old flame' and completely sever that lingering attachment."

Hearing the words "old flame," a flash of disgust crossed Dugu Yan's eyes, and she coldly snorted:

"Senior is joking; I have long since abandoned such romantic sentiments.

However, since Senior is interested, we shall go and take a look."

"Let's go!

To the Great Soul Arena!"

Dugu Bo waved his hand, and with a flash of movement, he and Dugu Yan darted directly toward the direction of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, VIP seating area.

As a guest elder of the empire and a Title Douluo, Dugu Bo's status was extremely revered.

He didn't need to queue at all, walking swaggeringly with Dugu Yan straight into the VIP box with the best view.

Just as they took their seats, the opening ceremony below was reaching its climax.

In the center of the massive arena, the master of ceremonies was introducing the entering teams with a passionate voice.

And at the very front of the VIP section sat several big figures.

Right in the center was Emperor Xue Ye, his face gaunt and his expression weary.

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi sat with a scholarly air, and next to him was that "gentle as jade" Crown Prince—Xue Qinghe.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked firmly onto Xue Qinghe, as he sighed in his Sea of Consciousness:

"If Senior hadn't pointed it out, this old man would never have been able to tell, even if I died.

How is this like a woman?

And how is this like someone from Martial Soul Hall?

This royal bearing in every gesture is more authentic than the real thing!"

"It is easy to paint the skin and the tiger, but hard to paint the bones."

Yu Nan sneered:

"No matter how well she acts, it is still an act.

Look at the way she gazes at Xue Ye; although it is filled with 'filial piety'..."

Yet, the impatience and coldness deep within his eyes could not be hidden.

Just then, the master of ceremonies below shouted loudly:

"Entering next, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team!"

"And... the Shrek Academy team!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire arena went silent for a second, followed immediately by an eruption of uproarious laughter.

A team dressed in sh*t-green uniforms walked out.

The design of the uniforms was ugly beyond belief, with a green monster pattern printed on the chest and the four large characters "Advertising Space Available" written on the back.

Walking at the very front were Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others.

Each of them was red-faced, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Pfft..."

Dugu Yan nearly spat out the tea she had just sipped, pointing at the group of "green toads" below, laughing until she trembled:

"Grandfather, that is Shrek Academy?

That is the Tang San whom Yu Tianheng has been obsessed with, regarding him as a formidable rival?

This taste... is truly something else!"

Dugu Bo's mouth also twitched, his face full of disdain:

"That old miser Flender, he really has no shame when it comes to money.

However..."

His gaze landed on Tang San, his expression turning somewhat peculiar.

This kid probably doesn't know yet that the most precious legacy his late mother left him is already growing on his granddaughter's leg, does he?

If he were to find out, would he be so angry that he'd vomit three liters of blood on the spot?

"Look, that's Imperial Fighting Team One."

Dugu Yan suddenly reined in her smile, casting her gaze toward the other side.

Yu Tianheng, dressed in a gorgeous uniform embroidered with gold thread and silver patterns, walked at the very front of the team.

His expression was arrogant, his eyes scanning the stands as if searching for someone.

When he saw the figure of Dugu Bo in the VIP seats, his eyes lit up.

But then he noticed Dugu Yan, who was looking down at him.

There was not a trace of lingering affection in her eyes.

Only a kind of... indifference, as if they were complete strangers?

Yu Tianheng felt a sting in his heart, his fists clenching involuntarily.

Yanyan... just watch, I will prove that I am the strongest!

Even without you, I can still lead the team to the championship!

Feeling the gaze of Yu Tianheng, which was filled with "fighting spirit," Dugu Yan let out a bored yawn.

Leaning back in her chair, she said lazily:

"How boring.

Grandfather, watching this match is like watching a bunch of ants fighting.

Especially that Yu Tianheng; how did I never notice he was so childish before?"

"That is because you are standing higher, so naturally, you see further."

Dugu Bo smiled dotingly, then lowered his voice:

"Since we've seen them, it's time for us to get down to business.

That old man Xue Ye looks like he's nearing his end; we must cement that 'life-saving grace' before he breathes his last.

By the way... we should also meet that 'Crown Prince'."

"Senior, what do you think?"

Yu Nan's dragon soul churned within the Sea of Consciousness, emitting a low dragon roar:

"The show is about to begin.

Once the opening ceremony ends, Xue Qinghe will surely escort Xue Ye back to the palace.

We will... have an 'accidental encounter' with him halfway there."

The opening ceremony concluded.

As the ceremonial cannons roared once more, the bigwigs in the VIP seats began to leave one after another.

Xue Qinghe supported Emperor Xue Ye with a look of filial piety, his movements gentle and his expression full of concern.

From time to time, he would whisper inquiries about the Emperor's health, looking every bit the model of a devoted son.

Ning Fengzhi followed along at the side, watching this model of "filial piety and paternal love" within the royal family, a trace of gratification showing in his eyes.

However, just as the grand royal motorcade departed the Great Soul Arena and reached a secluded, essential thoroughfare leading to the imperial palace, a faint, fishy stench permeated the air without warning.

The several horned horses pulling the carriages, which possessed the bloodline of spirit beasts, suddenly began to neigh in agitation.

They stomped their hooves in a frenzy, refusing to take another step forward no matter how the coachmen lashed them with their whips.