Arresting Xue Beng, Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud is Stable

This meant that in just over half a year, he had actually leveled up twice?

This speed of cultivation could no longer be described as genius; it was simply monstrous.

As the possessor of a god-level martial soul herself, even with the assistance of immortal herbs, she had spent a considerable amount of effort just to go from level sixty-one to sixty-two.

A strange emotion welled up in Qian Renxue's heart—a mix of joy for his success and the pressure of being chased.

"You guy..."

She muttered, burying her head back down and falling silent.

The two remained in the moonlit stone pavilion, quietly embracing without another word, savoring this rare moment of tranquility.

After a long while, Qin Yao gently patted her back.

"It's very late, I should head back."

"Mm." Qian Renxue replied, but she did not move.

Qin Yao felt helpless, so he held her for a while longer before gently pushing her away and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm leaving."

With that, he turned and leaped away, his figure merging into the heavy night.

Qian Renxue stood alone in the stone pavilion as the evening breeze blew, bringing a hint of chill.

She reached up to touch her forehead, where the warmth of his lips seemed to linger.

The garden returned to silence, leaving only the sound of insects and the wind.

She suddenly felt that this vast Crown Prince's Residence was somewhat empty and desolate.

"Idiot."

A faint whisper dissipated into the night wind.

"If I didn't ask you to stay, couldn't you have just stayed on your own?"

The next day, Heaven Dou City Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Hall in Heaven Dou City, sat upright as he looked at the tall, purple-haired youth before him.

A thin layer of sweat had already unknowingly seeped from his back.

Late last night, he had been woken from his bed by his personal guards, informed that His Highness the Holy Son from the Worship Hall wished to see him.

He had scrambled over in such a rush that he had nearly put his bishop's robe on backward.

"Bishop Salas."

Qin Yao looked down at him from his seat.

"Your Highness, whatever your orders, this subordinate will do anything to fulfill them!" Salas bowed hurriedly, his posture extremely low.

"No need to be nervous." Qin Yao set down his teacup. "I've come to see you because there is a personnel appointment that needs your handling."

"A personnel appointment?" Salas was stunned.

"Ye Shutang, martial soul Nine Heart Begonia, level sixty-nine healing-type Soul Emperor."

Qin Yao was concise and to the point.

"Effective immediately, appoint her as a Red-Robed Archbishop of the Heaven Dou City Martial Soul Branch Hall. Make the arrangements."

"What?" Salas doubted he had heard correctly.

A Red-Robed Archbishop?

That was a position second only to his own as Platinum Bishop!

In the entire Heaven Dou City Martial Soul Branch Hall, there were only three Red-Robed Archbishops, and every one of them had rendered great service to the Martial Soul Hall and was at least a Soul Saint-level powerhouse.

A Soul Emperor, parachuted directly into the position of Red-Robed Archbishop?

This was completely against the rules!

Salas opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he saw Qin Yao looking at him calmly.

That calm gaze made him swallow every word he had intended to say.

He recalled the various rumors surrounding this Holy Son.

A twelve-year-old Soul King, carrying the expectations of the Worship Hall.

Rules?

Before this Highness, he himself was the rule.

"This subordinate... this subordinate understands!"

Sweat dripped down Salas's forehead.

"I will handle it immediately! I guarantee it will be done perfectly!"

"Very good." Qin Yao stood up.

"I will explain this matter to the Pope personally. Once you have handled your end, deliver the appointment documents to the Ye Family Medical Clinic."

Having said this, he turned and left.

Not until Qin Yao's figure had completely vanished did Salas's legs give way, causing him to collapse into his chair, gasping for air.

Daring not to delay in the slightest, Salas immediately used Martial Soul Hall's most urgent channel to transmit this matter, along with the news of Dugu Bo's defection, back to Martial Soul City.

Several days later, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong looked at the secret report in her hand, her face devoid of expression.

"Nine Heart Begonia, Ye Shutang, Red-robed Archbishop."

She recited these words softly, her fingertips tapping against the ornate armrest.

Bibi Dong cast her gaze out the window, and in the end, she simply said indifferently.

"Let him do as he pleases."

Of course, this was all a matter for later; after all, even for a message-delivering Spirit Master, it would take several days to travel from Heaven Dou City to Martial Soul City.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Family Medical Clinic.

Early this morning, before the clinic doors had even opened, a series of violent kicks echoed against them.

"Open the door! Get out here, all of you!"

An arrogant and domineering voice sounded jarringly harsh on the quiet street.

Xue Beng stood at the entrance of the clinic today with over a dozen lackeys, looking aggressive.

It had been three days, and that bitch Ye Lingling actually dared not to give him an answer!

As a dignified prince of the Heaven Dou Empire and a future prince, what kind of woman could he not obtain?

Yet, he had stumbled at this tiny medical clinic.

Today, he would make this ungrateful mother and daughter understand the meaning of imperial power!

The clinic doors creaked open from the inside.

But stepping out was not the panicked Ye Lingling and her mother as he had imagined.

A youth dressed in purple-black combat attire walked out slowly; his figure was upright, and his unique purple hair was particularly eye-catching in the morning light.

Behind him followed three women with varying expressions.

Dugu Yan crossed her arms, a cold sneer hanging on her lips.

Ye Lingling stood beside her, her face veiled in black, but there was not a hint of fear in her clear eyes.

Ye Shutang stood quietly behind her daughter, her temperament gentle and her demeanor composed.

"You are Xue Beng?"

Qin Yao spoke, his voice very calm.

Xue Beng was stunned for a moment; he did not recognize Qin Yao, but the invisible pressure radiating from the other man made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"What kind of thing are you? How dare you address this prince by his name!"

Xue Beng shouted, his bluster masking his inner cowardice.

"Make Ye Lingling crawl out! This prince is taking her away today!"

"Taking her away?" Qin Yao chuckled. "Did you ask me?"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of guards wearing standard Martial Soul Hall armor surged out from the alleys on both sides of the street.

Moving in perfect unison, they held long spears, instantly surrounding Xue Beng and his group of lackeys.

The cold spear tips glinted with a chilling light in the morning sun.

Xue Beng and his pack of fair-weather friends had never seen such a formation, and they were so terrified their legs went weak.

"Who... who are you people? Are you trying to rebel?" Xue Beng said, forcing himself to stand tall.

"Take them."

Qin Yao was too lazy to even look at him again, issuing the order directly.

The guards immediately stepped forward, pouncing like wolves and tigers.

Xue Beng panicked completely and began to scream.

"I am a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire! Who dares to arrest me!"

Qin Yao turned around, walked slowly to stand before him, and looked down at him from above.

"So what if you are a prince?"

"Dare to lay a hand on my people in Martial Soul Hall, and even a prince will have to shed a layer of skin!"

It seems the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud is something we can discuss properly now.