As the convoy of Xue Qinghe slowly left, the purple bamboo forest in the back mountain returned to tranquility.
Gu Tian turned around, looked at the group of girls behind him who were already eager to try, and waved his hand. "Girls, start work! From today on, this is our Gu Sect branch in Heaven Dou City."
Now that I have joined Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I am afraid it will not change in the future. Gu Tian is a little emotional. It has been more than a year since I came to the Douluo Continent. I first went to the Nuoding Academy to find Xiao Wu, and then I joined Shrek Academy. The main reason is to cause trouble, otherwise wouldn't it be too boring to torture Tang San alone? Now, Tang San's gang has entered Blue Tyrant Academy opposite Heaven Dou Royal Academy, or now Shrek Academy. When the time comes, you can go and take a look if you have nothing to do.
After all, Blue Tyrant Academy also has a school beauty - Jiangzhu. How could such a beauty be left to Tang San?
Ning Rongrong was the most active, and she directed the accompanying sect guards to start unloading the goods. The results of the previous shopping spree at Heaven Dou City Commercial Street came into play at this moment: precious rosewood screens, Far North silk carpets covering the entire bedroom, and soul-guided furniture that exuded faint Soul Power waves were carried into the villa one by one.
Gu Tian was not idle either. He took Xiao Wu and Na'er to set up a huge swing frame on the spacious terrace on the third floor. Gu Yue A layer of light elemental perception crystals was skillfully laid out around the villa as a warning. Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran were busy hanging boxes of high-end custom-made clothes into the huge walk-in closet.
After a busy day, it was not until the afterglow of the setting sun filled the purple bamboo forest that this originally slightly deserted villa completely changed.
The soft Soul Guidance Lamp light came on, and the room was filled with the faint smell of agarwood. Ning Rongrong patted the dust on his hands, sat down on the super large bed that was enough to sleep six or seven people side by side, and sighed with satisfaction, "Huh - I finally feel like home. Brother Gu Tian, are we really going to live here in the future?"
Gu Tian smiled and sat next to her, and put his arm around her shoulders. "As long as nothing happens, this will be our little nest before we graduate from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
The girls sat around on the carpet, sharing the spiritual fruits brought from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and laughter echoed in the purple bamboo forest.
At this time, Heaven Dou Imperial Palace and Crown Prince Palace were several miles away from the college.
Xue Qinghe dismissed all the attendants and guards and walked into the secret room alone. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, he slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on his throat.
Buzz--!
A burst of soft and sacred golden light spread around him. The young man's face, which was originally as gentle as jade, actually melted like water waves in the light.
Immediately afterwards, her long golden hair fell down to her waist like a waterfall, and her originally mediocre figure instantly straightened up and outlined a thrilling curve. Qian Renxue restored her magnificent true body, and her tight-fitting platinum leather armor set off her cold and noble temperament.
She rubbed her brows tiredly and sighed in front of the mirror, "It's really disgusting and uncomfortable to wear this skin. For the sake of the Spirit Hall's plan, how long will I have to bear the name Xue Qinghe?"
"Young Master has been wronged."
A sweet and charming voice sounded in the shadow of the secret room. Immediately afterwards, two figures emerged from behind Qian Renxue, it was Guangling Douluo and Lingyuan Douluo. The two men bowed slightly to Qian Renxue, their eyes full of awe.
Qian Renxue turned around and his expression became extremely cold. "Two seniors, today I went to see that Gu Tian. This person's Martial Soul... is definitely not simple. That kind of aura that can even resonate with me Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, apart from the Papal Palace, this is the first time I have seen it in a person of the same age in the world."
Guangling Douluo frowned, and a flash of thought flashed across his face as handsome as a young man, "Young Master, according to the spies' report, the two real dragons that manifested themselves in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect mountain gate some time ago and suppressed Poison Douluo with one hand had ridiculously strong auras. We have analyzed it privately and found that that kind of pressure cannot be unleashed by a level 30 Soul Master."
"That's right." Qian Renxue nodded, his golden eyes flickering under the candlelight, "I also suspect that that is not Soul Skill of Gu Tian. There may be someone else lurking behind him. But today I tried every possible means, but I couldn't detect the slightest clue about that expert."
Lingyuan Douluo asked in a deep voice, "Young Master, is this person an enemy or a friend? Should we..." She made a gesture of wiping her neck.
"Don't be reckless." Qian Renxue raised his hand to stop him. "The top priority now is to see which camp Gu Tian leans towards. He is nominally Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's prospective son-in-law, and on the surface he is deeply connected to Ning Fengzhi and Heaven Dou Empire. But today I observed the look in his eyes..."
Qian Renxue raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, "The five girls around him are all stunning in the world. Looking at his actions, it is clear that he is a very lustful person. For this kind of person, interests and family affection may be able to lock him for a while, but they will never lock him for life."
She paused for a moment, and a calculating light flashed in her eyes. "Since Xue Qinghe's identity makes it difficult to win over directly, let me make a suggestion to my father. Let Princess Xue Ke be betrothed to him. If he really seduces Zhihun to accept Xue Ke, it will prove that he is just a common man with extraordinary talents. If he refuses..."
Qian Renxue walked to the window of the secret room, looked in the distance in the direction of Spirit City, and said word by word, "If all else fails, when the time comes, I, Qian Renxue, don't mind playing in person. As long as you can bring a genius of this level under my command, Spirit Hall, and sacrifice a little color... what's the harm?"
Guang Ling and Ling Yuan looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes. The young master actually had such an idea? It seems that the boy named Gu Tian has become the most critical chess piece of the Spirit Hall on the Heaven Dou Empire chessboard.
In the secret room of the Crown Prince Palace, the golden holy light gradually converged. After Qian Renxue recovered his true form, he did not rest immediately, but slightly frowned his slender eyebrows. His pair of pale golden pupils that seemed to be able to see through the void suddenly crossed the wall of the secret room and stared directly at somewhere in the void.
[Qian Renxue: Hey! Author, come out! Don't pretend to be dead, I know you are watching.]
There was an awkward silence in the void, accompanied by the faint echo of typing on the keyboard, but there was no written response.
[Qian Renxue: Don't think that it will be fine if you don't say anything! That Gu Tian... his Martial Soul personality can actually make my Six-Winged Angel throb to that extent. He is definitely not a simple mutant dragon. Tell me honestly, what is his true identity? Hurry up and spoil it, otherwise I will show it tomorrow and make this latent plan aborted!]
There is still a dead silence in the void. The author seems to have turned on the "offline hang-up" mode. No matter how the saintess threatens and induces, she always maintains a certain sense of indescribable mystery.
[Qian Renxue:... Okay, you are ruthless and are missing out, right? When I become a god one day, I will be the first to follow the network cable and hack your broken keyboard.]
Qian Renxue helplessly held her forehead and could only withdraw her gaze in depression. Since the author did not give an answer, she could only peel off the boy's shell herself.