Death God Douluo Ye Xishui

A golden sun slowly rose, hovering behind Xu Tianming. Scorching heat rapidly spread outward, distorting the air in the study and suppressing even the light of the soul tool lamps.

Xu Mo did not retreat. Instead, he slowly approached the sun, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the power within it.

A moment later, Xu Mo opened his eyes, his face showing an expression of knowing it all along.

"Just as I thought."

He looked at Xu Tianming, the delight in his eyes growing even stronger.

"Xiao Qi, your martial soul has mutated, and it is a beneficial mutation."

Xu Tianming said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

Xu Mo went on, "Though it still appears to be a Sun Martial Soul on the surface, it contains three attributes: fire, light, and an even more tyrannical power of destruction."

"You have inherited all the advantages of the Sun Moon Imperial Clan's three great inherited martial souls."

At this point, Xu Mo could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Heaven blesses the Sun Moon Empire!"

His laughter echoed through the study. Xu Tianming watched his father, his gaze flickering slightly. He naturally understood that Xu Mo was probably not so delighted merely because he had awakened a powerful martial soul.

Sure enough, after Xu Mo restrained his laughter, a deep look surfaced in his eyes. Xu Tianming's martial soul had given him greater confidence in what he intended to do next.

That person was the hardest to win over in his plan this time, as well as the greatest variable. If the other party stepped in to obstruct him, what he planned to do next would inevitably become exceedingly difficult.

Yet Xu Tianming's appearance had given Xu Mo sufficient confidence.

Even if he could not truly bring that person over to his side, he could at least make them turn a blind eye at the critical moment.

That alone would be enough.

"Alright, go back and rest first."

In high spirits, Xu Mo took out a black card from his soul tool storage device and handed it to Xu Tianming.

"This is a storage card. There are one million Gold Soul Coins inside. Buy whatever you want."

Xu Tianming accepted the black card and paused slightly.

One million Gold Soul Coins was undoubtedly an enormous fortune for a six-year-old child. Clearly, the War Prince was truly delighted today.

"Thank you, Father."

Xu Tianming did not decline. He promptly put away the black card. Money handed over for free was money not to refuse.

Though his mother usually gave him spending money as well, it was clearly nowhere near one million Gold Soul Coins.

"Go on."

Xu Mo waved his hand. Xu Tianming turned and left the study, the corners of his lips lifting faintly. With this money, he could buy some things he needed.

After Xu Tianming left, the study became quiet once more.

Xu Mo stood behind the desk, watching his back disappear through the doorway. The smile on his face gradually faded. The dim yellow light of the soul tool lamps fell across his deep-set features, making the dignity and composure belonging to a prince even more pronounced.

Suddenly, the shadows in the corner of the study stirred slightly, and a figure silently emerged from the darkness.

She was a woman who appeared to be only in her twenties.

She had long, wavy purple-black hair flowing freely down her back, with several strands falling over her chest, further accentuating her brilliant, exquisite face.

Her skin was fair and delicate, bearing almost no trace of time. Her amethyst-like eyes were deep and cold, their outer corners slightly raised, naturally carrying a pressure that made others dare not meet her gaze.

The woman was tall and voluptuous, every gesture brimming with the charm of a mature, seductive beauty.

She wore a brilliant crimson gown that clung to her figure, its high slit revealing a pair of long, snowy-white legs.

The edges of the gown were traced with black-gold patterns, while sharp dark-purple pauldrons covered her shoulders. The intertwining red and black looked both noble and steeped in a dense, sinister aura.

Her fingers were slender and long, but her nails were dark red like an eagle's claws, faintly radiating danger.

This woman was none other than the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Cult Master, the ninety-ninth-rank Limit Douluo, Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.

She looked in the direction Xu Tianming had left, a hint of interest appearing in her violet eyes.

"Your son has exceptional talent."

Ye Xishui's voice was slightly husky. It lacked a young girl's sweetness, instead carrying the mature, low tone of an older woman. Even when she spoke casually, it possessed an enchanting power that could bewitch the heart.

"How about letting me take him as my disciple? I will train him well."

Xu Mo turned around and shook his head without hesitation.

"It is my son's honor that Your Excellency thinks highly of him. However, I have already arranged a path for him, so I need not trouble Your Excellency with concern."

Ye Xishui raised a brow slightly.

"You refused quite decisively."

Xu Mo's expression remained calm, but he sneered inwardly. What a joke. Although he and the Holy Spirit Cult were currently cooperating, Ye Xishui was ultimately an evil soul master. Sending his exceptionally gifted son to become an evil soul master's disciple would require him to be insane.

Compared to Ye Xishui, he already had a better choice.

"Heh heh."

Ye Xishui chuckled softly, showing no anger at being refused. She had only mentioned it casually in the first place.

She had no legacy that needed to be passed down. Whether she accepted disciples depended entirely on her mood. Though Xu Tianming's talent was decent, it was not important enough for her to insist on taking him as a disciple.

"You want him to acknowledge that old fellow Kong Deming as his master, don't you?"

Ye Xishui walked to one side, the hem of her crimson dress swaying gently.

"With that old fellow's temperament, he might truly turn a blind eye to what you intend to do next, seeing as your younger son is so gifted."

Xu Mo did not deny it. He turned and walked to the desk, lightly tapping its surface with his fingers as a chill flashed through his eyes.

"My imperial brother is far too weak. He clings stubbornly to that ridiculous treaty of defeat. I am hardly the only one in the empire dissatisfied with him."

"More importantly, Crown Prince Xu He failed to awaken any of the imperial clan's three inherited martial souls."

As he said this, undisguised contempt appeared on Xu Mo's face.

"Yet my imperial brother still wants to place him on the throne. Does a crown prince without an inherited martial soul think he can ascend the throne without asking us? Defying the ancestral precepts and acting so willfully—what laughable paternal love."

Crown Prince Xu He was the current Sun Moon Emperor's only son.

Yet the martial soul he had awakened was not one of the imperial clan's three inherited martial souls. This meant that he had lost his qualifications to inherit the throne from the very beginning.

The Sun Moon Empire had never had a precedent of an empress ascending the throne. Supporting a princess's rise to power would inevitably draw fierce opposition from both the imperial clan and the nobility.

In Xu Mo's view, the emperor's choice was undoubtedly pushing the entire empire into chaos, and this had thoroughly enraged princes like them who held power.