Qian Renxue's Ambition, Tang Hao Attacks

"Education Committee Chairman Meng, could you tell me more about Tang Chuan?"

"Your Highness, please mind your words. Lord Tang Chuan is a Title Douluo; addressing him so directly would be inappropriate!"

"Yes, yes, Qinghe was presumptuous. What exactly is the situation with Lord Tang Chuan?"

"Xue Qinghe" first froze, then urgently questioned Meng Shenji again.

She had nearly forgotten that the other party was also a Title Douluo. The noble guards protecting her in secret were themselves two Title Douluo, so she had addressed him that way out of habit.

"Lord Tang Chuan has quite a good temperament. More importantly, he has a son named Tang San. I suppose that is why he was willing to lower himself to teach at our Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

"Tang San? And what is his martial soul?"

Seeing that the other party had so many questions, Meng Shenji decided not to keep her in suspense and revealed everything he knew about Tang Chuan.

He told her everything, including his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, his soul ring configuration, as well as Tang San and Xiao Wu's relationship with Dugu Bo.

Though this might have been somewhat disrespectful to Tang Chuan, Meng Shenji was a member of the Heaven Dou imperial family, so naturally he would not deceive one of his own.

"Blue Silver Grass can actually be cultivated to the level of Title Douluo? And that soul ring configuration is very similar to someone's..."

There was something unreadable in Xue Qinghe's tone. Her enemy Tang Hao seemed to have the same configuration, but Meng Shenji had described Tang Chuan as tall and handsome, with a head of blue hair. Clearly, he could not be Tang Hao.

"Your Highness, if there is nothing else, this old man shall take his leave. We still need to discuss the matter of the Imperial Fighting Team's supervising teacher."

"Of course. Thank you for your efforts, Education Committee Chairman. As for Lord Tang Chuan, I shall personally pay him a visit another day."

"That would be for the best."

Meng Shenji cupped his hands, then headed out of the palace, leaving Xue Qinghe behind with an indescribable expression on her face.

After returning to her chambers and dismissing all the maids and guards, a golden radiance flashed. Xue Qinghe, who had been dressed in magnificent crown prince robes, vanished.

In his place stood a breathtaking golden-haired woman.

Her golden hair cascaded down her back, her skin was snow-white, and her golden eyes were cold and sharp. A faint angelic mark lay hidden between her brows. Tall and straight-backed, she possessed both the noble dignity of royalty and the sanctity of an angel. Her expression was proud yet restrained, her edge concealed; she was dignified and imposing, carrying an aloofness that kept others at a distance.

This was Qian Renxue. A trace of chill hung over her exquisite face. Tang Chuan—another person outside the plan, and a Title Douluo at that.

"I wonder if you can restrain that woman."

Two figures appeared behind her in an instant.

One was tall and lean, nearly two meters in height. He looked like an ordinary guard, yet his entire body exuded a sharp, murderous aura, and his eyes were steady and cold.

The other was solidly built and slightly plump, with flamboyant red hair and dark, bluish skin. His long, sinister eyes and fierce features gave him a vicious appearance, while a chilling aura radiated from his body.

"Young Mistress!"

"She Long, Elder Ci Xue, tomorrow I will visit Tang Chuan. Unless necessary, do not stay too close to me."

"This..."

"This is an order. Tang Chuan managed to break through to Title Douluo at such a young age; his strength and other qualities must be extraordinary. If you approach him rashly, you will absolutely alert him."

The two guardian Douluo were helpless, but constrained by Qian Renxue's order, they could only acknowledge it in low voices. They cupped their hands, and their figures vanished from the chambers.

Qian Renxue stood alone, gazing out the window. Her eyes were filled with ambition and calculation. Tang Chuan was only eighteen or nineteen despite already being a Title Douluo. At that age, could he really escape even the simplest honey trap?

"Let me see what you really are, Tang Chuan!"

It was night.

Tang Chuan and Tang San sat facing each other on the roof of the inn. It was already deep into the night, and even Xiao Wu had gone to sleep.

As he looked at the night sky overhead, Tang San secretly studied his father, Tang Chuan. That chiseled profile alone was enough to make countless women fall for him.

I really wonder which woman Father will end up benefiting in the future. If only she could be with my mother, Ah Yin...

Shaking his head, Tang San dismissed the thought. There was still no sign of his mother awakening, and he had never even seen what she truly looked like. If she were an ordinary-looking woman, how could she possibly be worthy of his father?

Tang Chuan turned and saw Tang San staring blankly at him.

"What are you thinking about, Little San?"

"Father, you are still alone. Even with Little San by your side, you must feel lonely from time to time, right?"

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

Tang Chuan was intrigued. He had only brought Tang San out to look at the night sky because the scenery tonight was quite nice.

After all, in the world Tang Chuan had lived in before transmigrating, he could not even see the stars. The night sky had always been a dull gray.

"Little San wants to know what kind of woman you like. Since Little San has you as a father, then I should have a mother too, shouldn't I?"

Tang San finally gathered the courage to say it. With his ancient way of thinking, a reunited family was the best blessing of all. Especially for someone as old-fashioned as Tang San, family mattered most.

Tang Chuan shook his head with a smile and said softly, "I don't know either. Some things should simply be left to fate. It's not as though I can have something just because I want it."

It was not as if he had never dreamed of lying drunk on a beauty's lap, but for now, he still needed strength.

"Whoosh—"

At that moment, a cold wind swept past. Tang San noticed nothing unusual and merely felt that the weather had indeed grown colder after nightfall.

Tang Chuan, however, sensed something out of the ordinary. Forest of Myriad Phenomena activated, and nothing in the surroundings could escape his perception.

"Found you!"

A black-robed figure stood atop a tree not far away, those cloudy eyes constantly sweeping back and forth between him and Tang San.

"Little San, an old acquaintance has arrived. Want to go meet him?"

"An old acquaintance?"

Tang San was confused, but he still nodded instinctively. Tang Chuan wrapped him in Soul Power, then flew toward the outskirts of Heaven Dou City.

Along the way, he could clearly sense the black-robed figure following behind them. No matter how much he accelerated, the man was unable to catch up.

Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you still think I'm that insignificant little nobody from before. I'll show you who the real daddy is soon enough.

With a cold laugh in his heart, Tang Chuan did not slow down in the slightest. Instead, he grew even faster, turning into a blue streak of light as he shot out of the city.

"Come out!"

The moment they landed, Tang San grabbed onto a nearby tree, his face deathly pale. His father had flown far too fast—he had nearly passed out.

Tang Chuan, meanwhile, stood with his arms crossed and calmly called for the other man to reveal himself.

"Tang Chuan, it's been so long. It seems you've grown much stronger."

A voice familiar to Tang San rang out. Looking up, he saw a man who had removed his hood slowly step out from the shadows.