Qian Renxue

Time passed like a white horse galloping past a crevice; six years in the long river of a soul master's life was but a fleeting moment.

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City.

The night was deep and silent, the magnificent imperial city appearing all the more solemn and imposing under the veil of darkness.

Inside the Crown Prince's Palace, the lamps had long been extinguished, leaving only the faint moonlight to filter through the lattice windows, casting a cold, silvery glow.

"Creak—"

An extremely soft sound of the door being pushed open broke the stillness of the room.

A slightly weary figure stepped quietly inside.

He was dressed in the Crown Prince's python robe, his face handsome, his temperament gentle and scholarly—it was none other than the Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.

However, the moment the door closed silently behind him, a sudden change occurred!

A layer of soft, pale golden light, imbued with a sacred aura, emerged quietly from within Xue Qinghe's body like ripples in water, rapidly spreading across his entire frame.

Under the shroud of this light, his appearance began to undergo an astonishing transformation.

The originally sharp, masculine contours quickly softened, the lines becoming delicate and fluid.

His figure was reshaped in the faint glow; his Adam's apple vanished, and his features became exquisitely refined, as if carved from fine jade by the most brilliant craftsman.

In just a few breaths, beneath that luxurious python robe, there was a completely different body.

Tall, slender, and curvaceous, every curve was as perfect as the finest masterpiece of the heavens.

The light slowly receded, eventually sinking entirely into her body.

Standing in the center of the room was no longer the gentle and refined Crown Prince who had won the hearts of the Heaven Dou Empire, but a woman of breathtaking beauty.

She possessed a head of golden hair as brilliant as the morning sun, now unbound and cascading freely down her back, flowing with a soft luster under the moonlight.

Her beautiful eyes were no longer the black of her disguise, but had returned to their original violet—deep, mysterious, and like a night sky holding the stars, currently carrying a trace of fatigue after shedding a heavy burden.

Her skin seemed like top-quality mutton-fat jade under the moonlight, delicate and without a single flaw.

Her exquisite features combined to create a look that was both the pure, ethereal beauty of a young girl and a naturally inherent nobility and majesty; they intertwined in a contradictory yet harmonious way, forming a unique and lethal charm.

The slightly oversized python robe could no longer conceal the perfect female curves beneath, instead adding a touch of forbidden temptation.

She was the true Saintess of Spirit Hall, the heir to the Angel God, the granddaughter of the ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu, and the future Angel God—Qian Renxue.

Having shed the mask of Xue Qinghe, Qian Renxue let out a soft breath, a flicker of imperceptible exhaustion crossing her violet eyes.

Lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, and planning every step with caution—every move was like walking on thin ice, consuming a level of mental energy unimaginable to ordinary people.

Only in these quiet, late-night moments when she was alone could she briefly be herself, return to her female form, and enjoy a moment of peace.

However, this peace did not last long.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Three knocks, neither light nor heavy and carrying a unique rhythm, sounded from outside the door.

Immediately after, a slightly aged yet incredibly respectful voice came through: "Young Mistress, your subordinate Pufferfish has an urgent matter to report."

A flash of light crossed Qian Renxue's violet eyes, and the trace of fatigue vanished instantly, replaced by her usual coldness and sharpness.

"Enter," she said.

The door was pushed open silently, and an elderly man, short and stout yet possessing a mountain-like steadiness, slipped inside without a sound. It was one of the elders of Spirit Hall, Pufferfish Douluo.

After entering the room, Pufferfish Douluo came behind Qian Renxue, took a sealed letter marked with a special golden angel emblem from his robes, and presented it respectfully with both hands.

"Young Mistress, the High Priestess has sent an urgent secret letter, stating that it must be opened by you personally."

Qian Renxue turned, her gaze falling upon the familiar angel emblem on the envelope, which radiated a faint, sacred fluctuation, and her pupils constricted slightly.

This was the highest-level emergency contact marker between her grandfather and her; it would never be used unless it was a matter of extreme importance.

She reached out with slender fingers and took the letter.

The letter felt slightly heavy in her hand, the texture of the paper special—processed with a unique technique, it was impervious to water and fire, and could only be opened with a specific method, ensuring absolute security.

Qian Renxue sat by the desk and used her soul power to trigger the emblem on the letter, causing the seal to lift on its own.

She pulled out the letter inside and unfolded it.

There were not many words on the paper, written in the familiar, bold, and powerful calligraphy of her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

When her gaze fell upon the contents of the letter, those meticulously groomed willow brows instantly furrowed.

On her beautiful face appeared undisguised confusion and bewilderment, along with a trace of forced-down tension that even she herself had not noticed.

Has something happened to Spirit Hall?

No, Grandfather's aura is powerful and stable; as a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, it is impossible for Spirit Hall to have problems. If that is the case, why summon me back so urgently? The plan in the Heaven Dou Empire is at a critical juncture; leaving now carries immense risk...

The letter mentions not a word of the reason, only saying there is an urgent matter to discuss and that I must return quickly... What kind of matter could be so urgent that Grandfather would be this desperate, even resorting to emergency channels?

Several guesses flashed through Qian Renxue's mind in an instant, but the few words on the letter revealed no specific information, instead making the clouds of doubt in her heart grow heavier.

Her grandfather always acted with composure, planning before moving; for him to be this abnormal, a major event must have occurred.

After a brief moment of distraction, Qian Renxue's eyes sharpened, regaining their clarity and decisiveness.

She raised her right hand, a faint surge of soul power pulsing from her palm as a pure, scorching golden flame ignited out of thin air—the very Sacred Fire unique to the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

She held the letter and its envelope over the flames, watching as they rapidly turned to ash under the Pufferfish Douluo's slightly surprised gaze, leaving not a single trace behind.

This was the pact between her and Qian Daoliu: all top-secret correspondence was to be burned immediately after reading, never to be preserved.

"Young Mistress, this..." Seeing this, the Pufferfish Douluo could finally no longer hold back, his tone laced with deep confusion and concern.

Having followed Qian Renxue in her infiltration of Tiandou for many years, he knew well the forbearance and caution of this Young Mistress, just as he knew the unfathomable nature of the High Priestess, Qian Daoliu.

Such an urgent summons, shrouded in such mystery, was certainly no small matter.

Qian Renxue turned around to face the Pufferfish Douluo.

At this moment, she had completely suppressed the turmoil within her heart, though a trace of gravity still lingered in the depths of her violet eyes.

"It is nothing, Uncle Pufferfish."

Her voice was calm, as if she had merely handled a routine piece of official business. She replied, "Grandfather's letter only mentions some urgent matters that require me to return to Spirit Hall to discuss in person. He did not specify the details in the letter, presumably because the matter is of such great importance that it is inconvenient to detail in writing."