"Ha! Has Xue Ye lost his mind? Granting land and titles over a mere Ranking Tournament?"
Zhao Wuji sneered at the news.
"Hmph, what's wrong with that? A grand gift delivered to our door-we'd be fools not to take it."
Flender narrowed his eyes, seeing through the scheme. "Xue Ye is courting Soul Masters in advance, so Spirit Hall doesn't snatch up all the geniuses when the time comes."
Meanwhile, among Blue Tyrant Academy's team, Oscar was already so delighted he could hardly tell north from south. Grabbing his hair, he exclaimed ecstatically, "Good heavens... Grandpa, Grandma! Land and titles are beckoning to me! Rongrong, if I become a viscount, I can ask your family for your hand, right?! That would make us a suitable match, wouldn't it? Hahahaha!"
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at him and folded her arms, mercilessly cutting short his fantasy. "Tch, keep dreaming. What's a viscount worth? The men who come to ask my father for my hand are hereditary earls at the very least!"
It was as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over Oscar. He turned to stone on the spot.
Just then, Rosenke stepped aside on the platform and bowed.
A young man with a noble bearing and short blond hair slowly walked to the front of the platform.
The entire venue instantly fell silent.
It was none other than the Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince, Xue Qinghe.
Xue Qinghe smiled and raised a hand in acknowledgment, sweeping his gaze across the crowd before continuing, "If any team ultimately wins the Soul Master Tournament championship... their titles will rise another two ranks! They will be made hereditary earls of Heaven Dou and granted ten thousand qing of land!"
"E-Earl... it's an earl..."
Oscar's eyes widened, cold sweat pouring down