Xue Qinghe

Every time he felt the soul power emanating from the Soul Core, his affection for his disciple grew a little more.

And the rage he felt toward the bastard who dared to attempt a lethal strike grew just as much.

Dugu Bo merely raised a hand, and the elder who had just been fighting Yu Tianshuo began to scream in agony.

Before Meng Shenji and the others could even react to intervene, the elder had already collapsed to the ground.

His corpse began to liquefy, rapidly dissolving into a puddle of pus.

Witnessing such a horrific scene, Xue Beng could no longer withstand the pressure; his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Dugu Bo cast a faint glance at him, then ignored the trash that was Xue Beng.

He simply continued to release his soul pressure, toying with the three old men.

Just then, a figure unfurled snow-white wings and flew to the corridor, bowing toward Dugu Bo.

"I am the First Prince, Xue Qinghe. Congratulations to Your Excellency Dugu on reaching the rank of Title Douluo!"

"This 40,000-year-old Poison Demon Tree torso bone is a small token of my sincerity. I hope Your Excellency Dugu will accept it."

As he spoke, he took a jade box from his storage Soul Tool and offered it to Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo beckoned with his hand, and the jade box flew into his grasp.

He did not open it to inspect it, but simply watched Xue Qinghe quietly, waiting for what he had to say next.

Sure enough, seeing Dugu Bo accept the spirit bone, Xue Qinghe continued.

"I hope Your Excellency Dugu will accept the Emperor's conferment at the end of the month. At that time, a 50,000-year spirit bone will also be bestowed."

Seeing that this fellow was so sensible, Dugu Bo nodded.

"I will go."

Leaving those words behind, he vanished from everyone's sight.

Only Yu Tianshuo heard the message his master transmitted to him privately.

"I am testing your ability to handle affairs. Take whatever benefits you can; with your master's current power, you need not care about the consequences at all."

After hearing this, he merely smiled, preparing to deal with the remaining mess.

Before Meng Shenji and the others could speak, Xue Qinghe asked.

"Worthy of being a disciple of Your Excellency Dugu; not only are you exceptionally brave, but you are also so handsome and dashing. Truly, a hero among the youth."

"I wonder, would you do me the honor of coming to my manor for a cup of tea, so I may apologize for my incompetent fourth brother?"

Yu Tianshuo bowed and said.

"Then I shall respectfully decline to be modest and accept your invitation, First Prince."

Seeing the other party give him such face, Xue Qinghe was delighted and immediately said.

"Not at all, please follow me, worthy brother."

He did not correct the overly familiar address, simply following Xue Qinghe out of the teaching building.

As for the four people left behind, they remained silent, quietly cleaning up the aftermath.

The three education committee members looked absolutely ghastly; they did not resent Dugu Bo or Yu Tianshuo, but were furious at the blind idiot Xue Beng.

He caused trouble every day, relying on his father the Emperor to look down on this person and despise that one.

Now look at him—beaten like a dog and having offended a Title Douluo.

He was already a piece of trash who couldn't inherit the throne, and now his life might not even be guaranteed.

Perhaps if the Emperor hardened his heart, he would just hand this waste over to Dugu Bo to fully win over such a Title Douluo.

The more the three thought about it, the angrier they became, each secretly giving Xue Beng a few kicks to vent their frustration.

"I invited you quite abruptly, but I do not yet know how to address you, worthy brother?"

Sitting in the carriage, Xue Qinghe asked Yu Tianshuo with a smile.

"Your Highness the First Prince need not be so formal. Just call me Tianshuo. I am merely an ordinary one-ring soul master."

"Hahaha, Brother Tianshuo jokes. To fight a Soul King as a soul master—that is a feat that has never appeared in history."

"You flatter me, you flatter me. It is only because my master taught me well."

Xue Qinghe just smiled at this answer. Regardless of Dugu Bo's teaching ability, the combat power Yu Tianshuo displayed was not something an ordinary soul master should possess.

Along the way, the two chatted happily, from cultivation insights to daily life, and from daily life to national affairs.

By the time they sat down in the tea room of the manor, they were already discussing the gods.

"Brother Qinghe, if you ask me, the Angel God has contributed the most to this continent."

"I have heard stories from the older generation, where one such great figure, by their own strength, slaughtered the majority of the evil soul masters."

"They killed so many that in that era, no one dared to call themselves an evil soul master again."

"Brother Qinghe, why is your expression so strange?"

"Brother Qinghe?"

"Alright, Brother Tianshuo, let us discuss your compensation."

Watching Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, blush and stiffly change the subject, Yu Tianshuo wanted to laugh.

He did not continue to butter her up, instead following the shift in topic to discuss the compensation he was owed.

"Brother Qinghe and I have had such a pleasant conversation along the way; mentioning compensation feels a bit distant."

"But if Brother Qinghe insists, then just give me an encyclopedia of herbs and plenty of thousand-year and ten-thousand-year Whale Rubber. I'll take them back to help my senior brother build up his strength."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe gave Yu Tianshuo a strange look. Seeing that he asked for nothing else, she agreed.

Time soon reached the evening.

After failing to persuade Yu Tianshuo to stay for dinner, Xue Qinghe had the coachman take him back to his residence.

Watching the carriage depart, Xue Qinghe returned to the tea room.

Sitting back down, she pondered for a long while before speaking into the empty room.

"Uncle Snake Lance, Uncle Pufferfish, what do you think of this Tianshuo?"

The two figures slowly emerged from the shadows and replied.

"Young Mistress, it is clear that he is a person of great foresight. Not only is his manner of speech unlike that of a six-year-old, but his way of thinking surpasses countless people on this continent."

"Indeed, Young Mistress. He seems to hold the Angel God in high regard. Why don't you reveal your identity and recruit him to your side?"

Snake Lance Douluo slapped Pufferfish on the head and cursed.

"You idiot, wouldn't that expose the Young Mistress's identity? Are we still going through with the plan to usurp the throne?"

Before Snake Lance Douluo could continue his scolding, Xue Qinghe spoke first.

"It is worth a try."

Hearing this, Snake Lance Douluo was stunned, while Pufferfish beside him grew happy.

Hmph, calling me stupid. The Young Mistress and I thought of the same thing, how could I be stupid?

Seeing the message in Pufferfish's eyes, Snake Lance Douluo wanted to drag him out and beat him up.

However, he suppressed his anger and waited for Qian Renxue to continue.

"He does indeed hold the Angel God in high regard, and I can sense an unusual aura coming from him."

"It is a kind of..."

"Aura of my own kind..."

Without looking at the two men who had fallen into a daze, Qian Renxue simply leaned back on the sofa, recalling that strange palpitation.

That unusual, heart-fluttering palpitation.