The Elder Hall behind the Papal Palace in Spirit City.
This place is perpetually shrouded in a sacred and solemn golden light, but today the atmosphere is thick with a sense of oppressive tension. In the shadows beneath several enshrined statues, the Spirit Hall's top combat forces are gathered here.
" The Heaven Dou Empire is becoming increasingly unstable."
The Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, spoke slowly, his voice booming like a great bell, "A Tang San who was originally unknown actually possesses Twin Martial Souls and the Clear Sky Hammer, he's practically a carbon copy of Tang Hao from back then. And that boy named Gu Tian, his Nine-Colored Dragon Martial Soul is unheard of, he can even evolve Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, this has already threatened the very foundation of our Spirit Hall's rule."
"Bang!"
Beside her, the Fifth Elder Guangling Douluo, sitting on his jade throne, slammed his hand on the armrest in anger, his handsome, aloof face filled with malice. "Don't mention the Tang family to me! Last time, I was severely injured by that madman Tang Hao's forced Ring Detonation. My meridians still haven't recovered. It won't be three to five years before I can regain my previous peak strength! Once I'm healed, I'll definitely dig out that old dog Tang Hao and give him a good beating!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed, his gaze deep. " Guang Ling, calm down. The key now is that we must come up with a good way to penetrate deep into the upper echelons of the Heaven Dou Empire and figure out the truth behind these variables."
Just then, a series of crisp and rhythmic footsteps sounded outside the hall.
A girl of about sixteen years old slowly entered the hall. Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist, and an aura of holiness and nobility rippled with each step she took. Her exquisitely beautiful face, almost dreamlike, carried a cold wisdom that was incongruous with her age.
"How about we stick to the Spirit Hall's previous decision and I go instead?"
The young woman spoke, her voice sweet yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness, "Since the Heaven Dou Empire is currently in chaos, it is the perfect time to replace the current Crown Prince Xue Qinghe. Infiltrating the heart of the palace, no movement will escape my notice."
The person who arrived was none other than Qian Renxue.
The Sixth Mighty Lion Douluo looked at Qian Renxue, his eyes filled with reluctance. " Xue'er, you're only sixteen. This kind of infiltration mission is extremely dangerous and tedious. What if..."
"My mind is made up." Qian Renxue gave a self-deprecating smile, a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes. "I also just don't want to see that person anymore. Seeing her sitting in that seat makes me feel disgusted. Going to the Heaven Dou Empire will at least give my ears some peace and quiet."
The worshippers naturally knew that the "that person" she was referring to was Bibi Dong, and for a moment they all fell silent.
The Fourth Elder Bloodthorn Douluo, broke the deadlock. "Since Xue'er has such ambition, then let's send her there. However, for the sake of safety, Guang Ling, you will go infiltrate with Xue'er and provide covert support. Ling Yuan, go with her too. With you two Titled Douluo protecting us in secret, we can rest assured."
On the other side, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Gu Tian was lying in Zhu Zhuqing's arms, while Ning Rongrong stared intently at Na'er, vowing to learn how to milk a cow today...
[ Qian Renxue: Wait! You damn author, come back here! Isn't this plot jumping way too fast? I, the young master of the Spirit Hall, have been waiting for almost a hundred chapters before I officially appeared, and you're just going to send me off to be a cross-dressing master of the Heaven Dou Empire with a few lines of dialogue? My screen time is way too short!]
Qian Renxue, who was about to accept the order and leave, suddenly froze. Her bright golden eyes looked past the offerings in the hall and stared straight into the void. In her heart, she shouted with extreme dissatisfaction:
An awkward cough echoed from the void.
[Author: Ahem, Xue'er, this is just to advance the plot. Gu Tian next door is still teaching Rongrong how to milk a cow, everyone's waiting to see...]
[ Qian Renxue: Enough nonsense! Milking cows can't compare to my looks! Look at what you wrote, not a single decent description of my appearance, all you know is long, golden hair and a dreamy face. Who are you trying to fool? Rewrite it! You have to make me look beautiful, or I'll smash your keyboard with my ' Angel Judgment '!]
[Author: I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! It was my mistake, I'll correct it right away! I'll rewrite it right away! cough cough.]
A ripple appeared in the air, and the image refocused on Qian Renxue.
The sixteen-year-old girl stood beneath the sacred light of the Elder Hall.
She wore a tight-fitting white and gold-trimmed leather armor. Her body, after several years of development, had long since shed its childishness and presented a breathtaking curve. The armor outlined her slender waist and her incredibly long legs. Her long, golden hair was no longer simply hanging down, but rather like flowing fragments of gold, shimmering with a sacred luster in the sunlight.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin as white as snow, and her pale golden eyes held both the innocence of an angel and the coldness of someone in a superior position. Especially her long, Swan neck, which exuded an innate arrogance. As she slightly tilted her head back, the sacred and inviolable aura of a saint was enough to make all male creatures in the world feel ashamed.
[ Qian Renxue: Hmph, that's more like it. Remember, from now on, my role can't be less than those of the Soul Beast, understand?]
[Author: Understood! Understood! Please continue your performance, Lady Xue'er!]
Qian Renxue then withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, nodded slightly to the worshippers, and then, with Guang Ling and Ling Yuan, embarked on her journey to the Heaven Dou Empire.
Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...
Inside Gu Tian's room, a completely different scene unfolded.
Ning Rongrong sat awkwardly on the wooden stool, her face as red as a ripe tomato, her slender little hands trembling as she tried to imitate the movements of milking a cow.
"Brother Gu Tian... this is really hard to learn." Ning Rongrong bit her lip, looking at Gu Tian with dazed eyes. "Why do you have to squeeze like that? And... it's so hard to control the force."
Gu Tian wrapped his arms around Ning Rongrong's waist from behind, grinning mischievously as he took her hand and guided her gently, " Rongrong, don't rush. This is our Gu Sect's ' Secret Milk-Producing Technique.' The quality of the milk is closely related to your technique. Only when your mind and body are in perfect harmony can the milk be both rich and sweet. Come on, follow my rhythm, take it slow..."
Several hours later, Gu Tian gently stroked Ning Rongrong's soft, short hair, his movements extremely tender. He whispered in her ear:
" Rongrong, speaking of which, you're getting on in years now. Why don't you go to the academy for classes? I heard there's a Heaven Dou Royal Academy in Heaven Dou City, the best Soul Master academy in the entire empire. As a successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, shouldn't you be there?"
Ning Rongrong snuggled lazily against Gu Tian's chest, her voice slightly hoarse from exercising:
"I don't know either... Actually, Dad mentioned it a few times before, but Grandpa Sword absolutely refused. He said that no teacher outside could teach as well as him. He also said that his sword intent and skills would be enough to benefit me for the rest of my life. Even Grandpa Bone thought that sending me to that Heaven Dou Imperial Academy was a complete waste of time. I asked them why, but they always stammered and wouldn't explain clearly."
Gu Tian frowned slightly. Given Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's doting on Ning Rongrong, their desire to personally teach her was understandable. However, looking at the entire continent, a systematic academy education was crucial for a Soul Master's perspective and social circle. Ning Fengzhi, as a far-sighted sect leader, should not have failed to see this point.
"Interesting. It seems there's more to this than meets the eye. I'll ask Uncle Ning first thing tomorrow morning." Gu Tian thought to himself, then kissed the girl's rosy cheek again, eliciting a sweet laugh from her.