A Mysterious Woman Who Couldn't See Her Toes When She Looked Down; The Reactions of Various Factions

Once Snake Lance and Chi Xue had left, only Xue Qinghe remained in the empty room.

Countless golden rays of light swirled around him. In just a moment, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire had transformed into a golden-haired woman.

Her tall, statuesque figure traced a graceful yet powerful feminine silhouette. Her flowing golden hair shimmered like silk woven from sunlight. Her brows were finely sculpted and sharp, and her sea-blue eyes were clear and cold.

The unfamiliar golden-haired woman looked down and couldn't see her toes, yet she was already a peerless beauty.

Now she had completely shed her former refined demeanor. An air of icy elegance and nobility surrounded her, carrying the unmistakable, unquestionable authority of one born to rule. Her beauty was breathtaking, yet she kept others at a distance, as though she were born to stand above all living things.

"My foolish sister, you never expected such a talented boy to be discovered by me first instead of being sent to Spirit City, did you?"

"Just as I thought, under your rule, Spirit Hall is bound to decline!"

"If Spirit Hall is to regain its former glory, it will take the astonishing wisdom of me, the young mistress of the Angel Clan!"

"For now, you can keep sitting in the Pope's seat. One day, I, Qian Renxue, will take it back with my own hands!"

Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City, within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

News of Tang San had also reached Ning Fengzhi's desk through the sect's informant inside Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

As the second-ranked sect among the Upper Three Sects, this Support Type sect was especially eager to recruit talented combat-type Soul Masters.

So when Ning Fengzhi saw that Tang San had already reached level thirty in Soul Power before turning ten, he was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, what do you think about bringing this little genius with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Fengzhi was asking the two guardian Douluo of the sect: the ninety-fifth-level Bone Douluo Gu Rong and the ninety-sixth-level Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

He had also immediately noticed that Tang San's situation was unusual.

Because of the limitations of their Martial Soul, the Ning family of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could only cultivate to level seventy-nine at most in each generation. They had spent the rest of their time trying every possible way to evolve their Martial Soul.

As a result, nearly every sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had attained considerable knowledge of Martial Soul Theory.

Thus, Ning Fengzhi believed that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass couldn't be ordinary Blue Silver Grass. At the very least, it was a top-tier Mutated Martial Soul, and its strength should surpass the Azure Vine Martial Soul possessed by Zhilin, one of the three senior members of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. It might even be stronger than Zhilin's.

The boy called Tang San must also have encountered some extraordinary opportunity to reach such a level at so young an age.

"Fengzhi, since that boy's information first came from Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I imagine your good disciple has his eye on him too."

"Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to compete with the imperial family for him?"

Chen Xin lowered his head and thought for a moment before sharing his opinion.

But Gu Rong, the other guardian Douluo, objected without a trace of concern. "Old Sword, you're still far too hesitant."

"There isn't a genius the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants that we can't get."

"Besides, our sect has always done things this way: if we can't have them, then no other faction gets them either."

"What's more, that mere Heaven Dou Imperial Family doesn't even have a Titled Douluo of its own. What gives them the right to compete with our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a genius?"

Gu Rong's words were utterly arrogant. But thanks to his Martial Soul's strange spatial attribute and his level-ninety-five strength, he could strike without a trace and vanish without a sound.

So even when the factions whose geniuses had been murdered suspected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, nothing ever came of it. They couldn't find suitable evidence, and in the end, they feared the sect's strength too much to pursue the matter.

"Uncle Bone, we shouldn't be so aggressive. Spirit Hall is like a colossal beast looming over the Upper Three Sects. We need to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other factions."

"Afterward, Uncle Sword, please come with me to Heaven Dou Royal Academy to meet this interesting little fellow."

There it was again—that familiar talk of standing shoulder to shoulder.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong rolled their eyes at Ning Fengzhi in unison. Their expressions said, You can feed that kind of nonsense to outsiders. There's no need for all that fancy talk among family.

Ning Fengzhi could only give an awkward chuckle. Though he'd said that, he was already considering whether to use his precious daughter, Ning Rongrong, to win Tang San over.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye, and Tang San's enrollment at Heaven Dou Royal Academy was quickly settled.

With Tang Yuehua smoothing things over among the nobility, the entrance tests were more or less whatever they said they were. The academy simply wrote down whatever answers they gave.

To protect Tang San's safety to some extent, they reported his age as nearly ten.

Dugu Bo also volunteered to come support the master and disciple that day, in case anyone with ulterior motives tried to cause trouble.

"Xiao San, once you enter the academy, remember to keep an eye on Xiao Wu. Heaven Dou Royal Academy's Mimicry Cultivation Environment is top-notch, and many of the Heaven Dou Empire's young talents have gathered here. You can make friends with them."

"But remember, don't go hanging around with those spoiled nobles."

Tang San nodded solemnly. His master always arranged every last detail of his life. How could he not work hard at cultivation?

Tai Tan had originally wanted his grandson Tailong to enroll at Heaven Dou Royal Academy alongside Tang San, but unfortunately, Tailong's Soul Power was still too low. He didn't meet the admission requirements.

And so, the Strength Clan had been filled with the screams of young men ever since...

Before long, Jiang Li and the others followed the signs through the academy to the Education Committee offices.

The three committee members—Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin—and Dugu Bo, Dugu Yan, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Xue Qinghe, and the others had arrived early and were waiting there.

Jiang Li could only think, Well, damn. Every one of them who should've come—and every one who shouldn't have—had shown up.

He could tell without a second thought what these uninvited bastards were scheming.

"Jiang, it's been a while. Your strength has improved quite a bit."

Dugu Bo spoke first, then discreetly moved in front of Jiang Li and the other two to shield them.

His message was plain: he, Dugu Bo, was protecting these three. Anyone else thinking of making a move had better think twice.