Tang Shuo Makes His Name! Tang San Takes Notice—Who Was He?!

The night was deep. Crown Prince's Residence.

The study was brightly lit.

Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, quietly listened to her subordinate's report.

"Your Highness, the target entered the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena this afternoon, accompanied by Ye Lengleng of the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy."

The shadow knelt on one knee, his voice utterly impassive.

"Oh?"

Xue Qinghe set down the dossier in her hand and looked up with interest.

"He went to the Soul Arena? Did you discover anything?"

"Your Highness, after entering the Soul Arena, the target separated from Ye Lengleng. This subordinate was incompetent and failed to learn what alias he used."

The shadow lowered his head even further.

The Great Soul Arena's rules were extremely strict. Those who were not competitors could not enter the fighting area at will.

Yet Xue Qinghe was not angered. Instead, she gave a soft laugh.

She extended her slender fingers and tapped rhythmically against the desk.

"You don't know what name or identity he used?"

"It doesn't matter."

She rose to her feet and walked to the window, gazing toward the countless lights of Heaven Dou City.

"Although I don't know what he called himself."

"I know that the most dazzling person in the Great Soul Arena tonight must have been him."

Outside the window, the night was as black as ink.

Yet the candlelight in the Crown Prince's Residence study illuminated everything as brightly as day.

"Your Highness, this is the latest intelligence."

The shadow appeared again and respectfully presented a dossier.

"The matter at the Great Soul Arena has been investigated."

"Oh?"

"Let's hear it."

The shadow's voice remained steady.

"Tonight, a new Soul Master appeared at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena under the alias 'Shuofeng.'"

"He registered his soul power as rank thirty-nine, and his martial soul was kept confidential."

"After registering, he fought fifty consecutive one-on-one soul battles without a single defeat."

"Fifty consecutive victories?"

"Interesting."

"Most importantly..."

The shadow paused, seemingly choosing his words.

"...throughout those fifty soul battles, he never summoned his martial soul or used a single soul skill."

"He crushed every opponent purely with his body and an arcane palm technique."

As those words fell, the study sank into a brief silence.

Xue Qinghe's slender fingers lightly tapped the desk, producing a soft tap, tap. It was her habit whenever she was thinking.

"No martial soul, no soul skills, rank thirty-nine, fifty consecutive victories..."

"Who else could it be but him?"

Xue Qinghe rose and slowly walked to the desk.

Several exquisite porcelain bottles sat neatly arranged atop it, their surfaces gleaming with a cold, ghostly sheen beneath the candlelight.

She picked one up and gently stroked it.

"Since he enjoys excitement, I shall add more fuel to the fire."

She handed the porcelain bottle to the shadow.

"Send someone to the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy in the name of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe."

"Invite this 'Shuofeng' to attend a banquet at the Crown Prince's Residence tomorrow."

"Tell him that I am very interested in him."

The shadow accepted the bottle and lowered his head. "Yes."

Xue Qinghe watched the shadow vanish into the darkness.

Tang Shuo...

Just how many more surprises could you bring me?

Shrek Academy's temporary residence.

The night was already deep, but Tang San's room was still lit.

"Third Brother, Third Brother! Did you hear?"

Xiao Wu bounded in like a cheerful little rabbit, her face full of excitement.

"Hear what?"

Tang San was wiping down his Zhuge Divine Crossbow. Without looking up, he asked, "What happened?"

"The Soul Arena! The Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena!"

Xiao Wu scooted beside him and chattered excitedly.

"An incredibly powerful person appeared there today! He got fifty consecutive victories in a single day!"

"Fifty consecutive victories?"

Tang San's wiping motion paused slightly as he raised his head.

"Mm!"

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.

"And the most amazing part was that he didn't use his martial soul or soul skills at all! He beat every opponent flat with just his fists and kicks!"

"That was terrifying!"

Tang San's gaze instantly sharpened.

Fifty consecutive victories without using a martial soul, relying solely on his body and skill?

How was that possible?

He instinctively thought of the Tang Sect's secret arts.

If he did not use Blue Silver Grass or the Clear Sky Hammer, and relied only on techniques like Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Control Crane, Capture Dragon, supplemented by a few nonlethal hidden weapons, he might also be able to achieve a winning streak against lower-ranked Soul Masters.

But fifty matches...

What kind of terrifying physique and combat skill would that require?

What method had the other person used?

Another figure involuntarily surfaced in Tang San's mind.

The person who had poisoned Ma Hongjun.

That person's poison arts were masterful and unfathomable, not the slightest bit inferior to the Tang Sect's methods of using poison.

Heaven Dou City truly hid dragons and crouching tigers.

First, there had been a mysterious poison expert. Now, another physical combat powerhouse had emerged.

"Hmph, what's so impressive about that?"

Seeing Tang San deep in thought, Xiao Wu pouted in dissatisfaction.

"He must have just registered, so the opponents he was matched against were all relatively weak."

"If my Third Brother went up against him, he'd knock him flat in no time!"

In Xiao Wu's heart, her Third Brother would always be the greatest in the world.

"My Third Brother's hidden weapons are so powerful. He'd never lose to that guy!"

Tang San merely smiled, rubbed Xiao Wu's head, and said nothing.

Yet a glimmer known as fighting spirit shone in his deep eyes.

Shuofeng...

If I got the chance, I really wanted to meet you.

In another room.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had not gone to sleep either.

"Rongrong, did you hear about that person named 'Shuofeng' at the Great Soul Arena?"

Zhu Zhuqing sat by the window, her cool voice sounding through the night.

"I heard!"

Ning Rongrong had been lying on the bed, but the moment she heard that name, she immediately sat up excitedly.

"Fifty consecutive victories! Without even using his martial soul! Zhuqing, just how powerful do you think he is?"

Her eyes gleamed, her face filled with admiration.

"That was way too cool!"

As an auxiliary-system Soul Master, she naturally felt a special fondness and yearning for those powerful battle Soul Masters.

That stance of crushing opponents through one's own strength beneath the gaze of countless onlookers was something she could never experience.

"I really want to meet him..."

Ning Rongrong rested her chin in her hands and drifted into fantasy.

"I want to see what kind of person he is, and whether he's as handsome as his record!"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at her lovestruck expression and helplessly shook her head.

But her thoughts were unlike Ning Rongrong's.

Cool moonlight streamed through the window lattice and fell across her beautiful profile.

So radiant, so extraordinary.

In Zhu Zhuqing's heart, there seemed to be only one person capable of doing all that.

The person she had met at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

There had been no news of him for a long time.

That pair of deep, tranquil eyes involuntarily surfaced in Zhu Zhuqing's mind.

Could it be you?