Ning Fengzhi addressed the concerns of Chen Xin and Gu Rong.
"Spirit Hall would love nothing more than to see the Upper Three Sects fight among themselves, so they'll definitely get involved and provide cover for us.
As for the Clear Sky Sect? They're still cowering up in the mountains. What could they do even if they found out?"
"Good, Fengzhi. When do we act?"
Gu Rong nodded. Since they had decided to do it, they needed to act decisively.
As for the Strength Clan, Gu Rong could only say that those who walked different paths could not make plans together.
Their different allegiances had doomed them to stand on opposing sides.
Ning Fengzhi smiled.
"Uncle Gu, there's no rush. In a couple of days, Uncle Jian and I will be making a business trip to the Star Luo Empire.
Unexpectedly, someone intercepted us along the way, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also came under attack by an unidentified expert, leaving the sect gravely weakened.
Bone Douluo was injured and failed to stop that expert.
Meanwhile, after fleeing into Heaven Dou City,
that expert happened upon the Strength Clan, where Clan Chief Tai Tan tried to stop him.
The expert slaughtered every last member of the Strength Clan.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect deeply regrets this tragedy."
Neither man showed any reaction to how effortlessly Ning Fengzhi spoke those words.
"All right, Fengzhi. In that case, leave the Strength Clan to me!"
Chen Xin had no objections to this plan. It was undoubtedly the best arrangement.
Gu Rong's Martial Soul was far too distinctive. There was only one Titled Douluo with a bone dragon.
A sword was different, however. As long as he did not reveal his Seven Kills True Body, who knew how many hidden experts there were on the continent? What was so strange about one or two Titled Douluo with a sword Martial Soul?
"Mm. Let's begin preparing."
With that, the three of them left the hall. As a sect master, Ning Fengzhi had a great many affairs to handle every day.
As for the sword and bone duo, they were off to spend time with their adorable granddaughter.
"Your Majesty, that is what happened."
After finishing his report to Xue Ye on the throne, Meng Shenji lowered his head.
"This happened because I failed in my oversight and placed my trust in the wrong person. I ask Your Majesty to punish me."
Xue Ye was furious after hearing Meng Shenji's report. Not only had a traitor nearly slipped into his academy,
there was also the Imperial Fighting Team to consider. Every one of its members had an illustrious background.
If anything happened to them, his Heaven Dou Imperial Palace would be torn apart.
Xue Ye slapped the armrest of his throne and spoke in a low voice.
"That Qin Ming! That Shrek! Hand this matter over to the Ministry of Justice. They must be punished severely!"
Meng Shenji nodded in agreement, then withdrew from the hall.
His request for punishment had merely been words for Xue Ye's ears, a show of contrition. After all, how many Soul Douluo did the entire Heaven Dou Court have?
Xue Ye could not bear to punish Meng Shenji. At most, he would dock two months of his salary.
Just as Meng Shenji reached the entrance, he encountered Xue Qinghe, who had finished showing Sunday around the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
It was no exaggeration to say that Xue Qinghe looked radiant with delight, a smile spread across his face.
Even his steps seemed to stir up a breeze. Anyone who did not know better might have thought the crown prince was ascending the throne that day.
"Your Highness."
Seeing Meng Shenji coming out, Xue Qinghe smiled and nodded before entering the hall.
"Your son greets you, Father."
Xue Qinghe reached the center of the hall and bowed respectfully to Xue Ye.
Looking at Xue Qinghe, Xue Ye stroked his beard and smiled.
"Hehe, enough, Qinghe. We're father and son. Why bother with all these formalities?
You've rendered a great service this time, recruiting a Titled Douluo for our Heaven Dou Empire!"
At those words, Xue Qinghe inwardly cursed the shameless old fossil. When he had asked for an imperial edict, the old man had resisted at every turn.
Now that there were benefits to reap, he was suddenly his beloved son and a great contributor.
You never imagined it, did you? Your beloved son has long since become a handful of yellow earth.
"You flatter me, Father. This was all thanks to your wise decisions. Otherwise, I would never have discovered Mr. Sunday's identity."
Pleased by Xue Qinghe's flattery, Xue Ye nodded.
"Good, good, good. Qinghe, Commissioner Meng Shenji has told me everything that happened today.
I intend to invite Mr. Sunday to serve as an Imperial Offering to our Heaven Dou Imperial Family. What... do you think?"
Xue Qinghe's expression changed, but he quickly concealed it and cupped his hands toward Xue Ye.
"Father, your regard for talent and devotion to the empire are truly an example for me to follow. This would not only demonstrate our Heaven Dou Empire's appreciation for talented individuals,
but also strengthen our Heaven Dou Imperial Family. It truly kills two birds with one stone."
Xue Ye smiled at his reply.
"You're right, Qinghe. I've heard that he is also on good terms with Your Excellency Dugu.
Inviting him to become an Imperial Offering would be a good thing. If he declines, however, there is no need to force the matter.
Also, I hear Your Excellency Sunday has already taken a position at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy? What position is it?"
"Father, Mr. Sunday is serving as an adviser. He intends to move to the academy tomorrow."
Hearing Xue Qinghe's answer, Xue Ye waved his hand in displeasure, his voice carrying a note of reproach.
"Now, Qinghe, how could someone of Your Excellency Sunday's standing serve as a mere adviser?
Hmm... I've decided. Your Excellency Sunday shall serve as Chief Grand Education Commissioner of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, managing the academy alongside Meng Shenji and the other two commissioners.
Your Excellency Sunday's standing within the academy shall equal my own. Furthermore, the Imperial Fighting Team shall be placed under his authority.
With this matter involving Qin Ming, the Imperial Fighting Team needs restructuring anyway. Let Your Excellency Sunday serve as its leader!"
Watching Xue Ye talk on and on, Xue Qinghe truly felt that he had grown old.
There had been no word of this man before. Would someone so indifferent to fame and fortune care about the positions Xue Ye offered?
It looks like my plan is about to succeed. Old Xue Ye is so eager. Could he have noticed something?
After leaving the palace, Xue Qinghe boarded the carriage back to the Crown Prince's Manor, silently considering the arrangements Xue Ye had just made.
"Uncle Snake Lance."
"Young master."
The moment Xue Qinghe finished speaking, a figure appeared opposite him and dropped to one knee, his tone respectful.
Xue Qinghe waved a hand, dispelling her disguise to reveal an exquisitely beautiful face, then gestured for Snake Lance to rise.
Normally, she would never have done this. After all, it was not the ten thousand certainties one feared, but the single possibility. If someone happened to see her, it would all be over.
Today, however, she was simply too happy. The strength Sunday had revealed had undoubtedly improved her chances of victory.
What? Sunday had not yet declared his allegiance?
No! That was no problem. She, Qian Renxue, had plenty of ways to handle that, and plenty of confidence.
She was the Angel God's successor. Even if Sunday refused, once she became the Angel God, she would have all the time she needed to bring him to heel.
"Uncle Snake Lance, old Xue Ye was acting a little strangely today. Go investigate later and see whether anyone has been in contact with him."
Hearing Qian Renxue's instructions, Snake Lance nodded, then turned and left the carriage.
However, Snake Lance did not head straight to the imperial palace. Instead, he went to Heaven Dou City's Spirit Hall sanctuary.
Seeing the man before him, Salas hurriedly rose from his office chair and bowed respectfully with a hand over his chest.
"Salas, Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Temple, greets Your Excellency."
Snake Lance nodded mildly, took a confidential letter from inside his robes, and handed it to Salas.
"Send this back to the Worship Hall. Quickly!"
With that, Snake Lance left the Martial Soul Temple.
"Yes! Your subordinate obeys."
Taking the confidential letter, Salas hurriedly ordered the Hall Guards to deliver it.
Meanwhile, a piece of news began circulating through Heaven Dou City.
Mr. Sunday, Heaven Dou City's great philanthropist, was a Titled Douluo, and he had already joined the Heaven Dou Empire as an Imperial Offering.
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