Spirit Hall Young Master? Heaven Dou Crown Prince? Dugu Bo: Who on Earth Are You?

"Xian'er is right."

Qian Renxue responded via voice transmission.

She slowly raised her slender hand and pressed it against her golden mask.

At the same time, she flicked her other hand, and a gentle golden light brushed across She Xian's cheek, removing his mask.

"Dugu Bo, look up."

Qian Renxue's noble and majestic voice echoed above the valley, devoid of any warmth.

Dugu Bo, sprawled on the ground, shuddered and cautiously raised his head.

As the mask fell away, a peerless face capable of stunning the entire Douluo Continent was revealed, exposed without reservation to the light and shadows of the valley.

An innate nobility and sanctity flowed between her brows.

Her breathtaking beauty carried an extreme, untouchable frost, as if a deity were looking down upon the mortal world.

Standing beside her was the youth She Xian, his face now uncovered.

His handsome, sharp contours were beginning to emerge, and a cynical smile hung at the corners of his mouth.

It created an intriguing contrast with Qian Renxue's sacred, inviolable aura.

Dugu Bo widened his emerald snake-like pupils, his breathing stalling at that very moment.

What a beautiful woman!

What a handsome young boy!

"Get a good look at this young master's face."

Qian Renxue looked down at Dugu Bo coldly, her sacred angel Soul Power faintly radiating outward.

"This young master is the Spirit Hall Young Master, Qian Renxue."

Spirit Hall Young Master?

A storm raged through Dugu Bo's mind.

Since when did Spirit Hall have a young master?

Before Dugu Bo could recover from his shock, the golden light around Qian Renxue suddenly intensified!

Strange fluctuations of Soul Power rolled across her skin like waves, and her tall, holy figure began to undergo a bizarre distortion and reshaping.

Her waterfall-like golden hair rapidly faded in color.

The beautiful female silhouette reorganized within the light, her bones emitting faint, shifting sounds.

In the blink of an eye, the noble and sacred Spirit Hall Young Master, Qian Renxue, vanished.

In her place stood a young man wearing the ornate robes of the Heaven Dou Empire, looking as gentle as jade with a modest smile on his face!

The current crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire—Xue Qinghe!

"Look again... do you recognize this face?"

"Xue Qinghe" spoke slowly, her voice no longer the cold, mature tone of Qian Renxue, but the male voice Dugu Bo had once heard.

"Thud!"

Dugu Bo's body, which had been kneeling on one knee, tipped backward, and he collapsed onto the pile of gravel!

His eyes bulged, his pupils shrank to the size of needle points, and his mouth hung open wide enough to fit a fist. His entire face was twisted in an expression of sheer disbelief!

"Your... Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

He had seen this face of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe of the Heaven Dou Empire when he was by Prince Xue Xing's side, and it was impossible for him to forget it.

Xue Qinghe is Qian Renxue?

Qian Renxue is Snow Qinghe?

What... what on earth is going on?!

It was as if a ten-thousand-pound thunderbolt had crashed into the old Poison Douluo's brain, leaving him in a state of boundless confusion and collapse.

Who was impersonating whom?

Had the Heaven Dou Crown Prince infiltrated Spirit Hall?

Or had the Spirit Hall Young Master become the Heaven Dou Crown Prince?

Logic collided violently in his mind.

Dugu Bo turned his stiff neck to look at She Long and Ci Xue standing behind "Xue Qinghe."

He saw these two renowned Title Douluos standing with their arms crossed and expressions blank.

Yet, their eyes held supreme reverence for this "Crown Prince."

They did not seem surprised by this turn of events at all.

Dugu Bo suddenly understood.

The Heaven Dou imperial family could not possibly possess Title Douluos.

She Long and Ci Xue definitely belonged to Spirit Hall.

And the imperial family could never order around Spirit Hall's Title Douluos!

Then, only one possibility remained.

The Spirit Hall Young Master had infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire!

An icy chill, colder than anything he had ever felt, surged from the soles of Dugu Bo's feet straight to his skull!

He understood! He understood everything!

The real Snow Qinghe had likely been reduced to bones long ago.

The one sitting in the position of second-in-command of the Heaven Dou Empire was not Crown Prince Snow Qinghe at all, but this terrifying Spirit Hall Young Master!

The current Xue Ye was advanced in age.

Once he passed away, Snow Qinghe would inherit the throne.

This vast Heaven Dou Empire would quietly change its name to "Qian"!

What a terrifying conspiracy this was.

This was not a mere struggle between factions.

It was a long-planned scheme to steal a nation, holding the entire empire in the palm of their hand!

The valley was silent, with only a deathly pressure spreading through the air.

Dugu Bo was drenched in cold sweat, shivering like chaff.

He had thought he had only offended a big shot from Spirit Hall and was being forced to serve as a henchman.

But now, he suddenly realized he was standing on top of a super-volcano that could swallow the entire Douluo Continent at any moment!

He knew this heaven-shattering secret.

If even half a word leaked out, not only would he be doomed, but he would never be able to protect himself or his granddaughter!

"Gulp!"

Dugu Bo swallowed hard.

He immediately prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing heavily, his voice filled with boundless awe and fear.

"This old man... your subordinate Dugu Bo, pays respects to the Young Master! Pays respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

"This old man has seen nothing and heard nothing today, and I would never dare to leak a single shred of this secret!"

"If I ever go back on my word, I am willing to suffer the pain of ten thousand poisons piercing my heart!"

Qian Renxue looked down at him, wearing Snow Qinghe's signature gentle smile, but her eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"Dugu Bo, you need not be so nervous."

"As long as you serve me well, this young master will not treat you unfairly."

"You are still the master of this Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, do you understand?"

"This subordinate understands! This subordinate swears loyalty unto death!"

Dugu Bo shouted his response, his joints feeling weak.

Qian Renxue had just regained her appearance and put her mask back on when she glanced at She Xian and suddenly noticed something unusual.

"Xian'er, your Soul Power..."

Qian Renxue walked quickly to She Xian and gently placed her slender, elegant hand on the boy's shoulder.

Focusing her senses, an unmaskable shock flickered in her eyes.

"Level twenty-four? You broke through to a Soul Grandmaster?"

Qian Renxue frowned, her tone full of confusion.

Normally, for a Soul Master to increase their level, they had to hunt Soul Beasts and absorb Soul Rings.

But she knew very well that she, along with Elders She Long and Ci Xue, had just been refining immortal herbs and had never taken this silly boy out to hunt any Soul Beasts.

Without a Soul Ring, how could he have crossed the twenty-level threshold, let alone jumped directly to level twenty-four?

"Teacher, don't worry. The student broke through to a Soul Grandmaster normally."

She Xian's thoughts shifted slightly.

"Hiss!"

Accompanied by a clear, soothing hiss, the phantom of the White Snake Martial Soul flickered behind him.

Beneath his feet were two purple Soul Rings.

"Xian'er, what on earth is going on?"

Qian Renxue suppressed the waves of emotion in her heart, her eyes locked firmly onto his second soul ring.

"Where did you get that second soul ring, and which soul beast did it come from?"

"Teacher, this soul ring did not come from a soul beast, but from an immortal herb."

She Xian pointed to the white snake phantom behind him and explained with a grin, "Little White just completely absorbed and devoured that extremely cold Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass."

"The heaven and earth essence contained within the immortal herb is incredibly vast, so Little White used the immortal herb's origin energy as a foundation to condense this second soul ring of approximately six thousand years for me."

"An immortal herb... can actually condense a soul ring?!"

Qian Renxue, She Long, and Ci Xue all drew a sharp breath.

Without killing, without a soul beast, just by devouring a spiritual herb of heaven and earth, one could conjure a ring out of thin air?

This simply redefined the entire Douluo Continent's understanding of soul master cultivation!