Qian Renxue's Identity Exposed, Mu Sheng Shocks the World as a Fifteen-Year-Old Soul Emperor!

An attendant outside the hall scrambled inside on hands and knees, his legs trembling. "G-Great Enshrined..."

"Find out what's going on with the Sky Screen, who Mu Sheng is, and where he is. If you can't..."

Qian Daoliu paused, his teeth clenched. "If you can't find out, don't come back."

He looked up at the Sky Screen again, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Xiao Xue, Grandpa will find a way to bring you back!

The Sky Screen's live broadcast shifted.

At the edge of an ancient forest so lush it was nearly dark green, Qian Renxue appeared out of thin air.

She staggered half a step on landing, quickly regained her balance, and looked around. There were only towering ancient trees and winding vines, with not another person in sight.

Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief. Golden light flashed around her, and her moon-white brocade robe shattered and dissolved along with her gentle-looking young man's face.

The golden light faded, revealing her true appearance.

Long golden hair cascaded to her waist, her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were exquisitely beautiful, with an aloof chill and nobility mingling in her eyes and brows.

A long gold-and-white dress outlined her slender waist and long legs. She was tall and graceful, her curves shapely and well-proportioned, full where they should be full and firm where they should be firm. There was not a single flaw to be found anywhere on her.

"I can finally return to my true appearance."

Qian Renxue rolled her neck, an irrepressible lightness in her voice.

In the Douluo I world, countless people stared at the Sky Screen, their jaws dropping to the floor.

"His Highness the Crown Prince... is a woman?!"

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, is a girl?!"

In the great hall of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Emperor Xue Ye pointed at the Sky Screen, his face ashen and his finger trembling slightly:

"A fake... my crown prince is a fake! Someone replaced Xue Qinghe!"

He whirled toward Snake Lance and Porcupinefish Douluo, his dragon robe whipping around him, and roared, "Seize these two traitors!"

The guards in front of the hall surged forward with a clatter.

Porcupinefish Douluo, Zhang Ji, cocked one corner of his mouth, a ball of purple-black Soul Power already gathering in his palm. He grinned and said:

"Old Snake, why don't we just kill this old emperor?"

"Don't be rash!" Snake Lance Douluo grabbed Pufferfish by the wrist and lowered his voice, speaking rapidly.

"Xue Ye still doesn't know who we are! Let's go back and report to the Pope and the Great Enshrined first, then decide what to do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Snake Lance Douluo spun around. His serpentine sword swept from its sheath in a silver arc, and its fierce Sword Qi forced back the guards closing in.

Porcupinefish Douluo clicked his tongue and hurled the ball of Soul Power at the ground. A purple-black blast overturned a swath of guards, and the two men leaped into the air amid the chaos, smashed through a window lattice at the side of the hall, and vanished beyond the palace walls in a few bounds.

Seeing this, Emperor Xue Ye's face grew so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

In the Sky Screen's live broadcast, Qian Renxue was rolling her wrists when her expression suddenly shifted and she tilted her head to listen.

A man's voice and a woman's voice drifted from a forest path, growing closer.

"Brother Sheng, I never thought you'd break through to Soul Emperor so quickly and become the youngest Soul Emperor since Shrek was founded! You really are worthy of being my man, Tang Ya's man!"

"Xiao Ya, don't worry. Once we've finished getting the Soul Ring, I'll help you destroy the Iron Blood Sect and rebuild the Tang Sect."

"Brother Sheng is the best! Yaya loves you, mwah! I'll make sure to reward you properly tonight, Brother Sheng."

Meanwhile, in the animated Douluo II world.

At Shrek Academy's new student registration area, a crooked line stretched out in front of a long table.

Huo Yuhao stood in the middle of the line, clutching his registration form and craning his neck to look ahead.

Bei Bei and Tang Ya waited for him in the shade of a tree beside the line. Tang Ya was munching on an apple, while Bei Bei stood with his arms folded, chatting with her on and off.

When the voices from the Sky Screen came crashing down, all three froze.

Huo Yuhao turned around in the line, looked left at Bei Bei and right at Tang Ya, and ventured:

"Sister Tang Ya, Brother Bei Bei... that sounds like you two."

At his words, the new students in line turned to look in unison, dozens of pairs of eyes darting between Bei Bei, Tang Ya, and the Sky Screen overhead.

Bei Bei frowned and shook his head. "No way. Tang Ya... how could she possibly call me brother?"

The Tang Ya he knew was either chasing him around to beat him or pulling his ear while she scolded him. Hearing the words "Brother Sheng" come out of her mouth was more absurd than a Soul Beast speaking human language.

Tang Ya took a loud, crunchy bite of her apple and shouted indistinctly through her mouthful:

"Impossible! That definitely can't be me! Me, calling him brother? And 'Yaya loves you, mwah'? The most I'd call him is Stinky Bei Bei!"

In the Douluo I world, at Shrek Academy.

Flender was sitting in his office with his legs crossed, counting Copper Soul Coins. When the voices from the Sky Screen rang out, he nearly scattered the stack of coins in his hand.

When he heard the words "the youngest Soul Emperor since Shrek was founded," he sprang out of his chair and slapped the table.

"Shrek! He said Shrek! That world has my Shrek Academy too!"

Flender rushed out of his office and stood on the training ground, looking up at the sky, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

"A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor! Trained by my Shrek! Hahaha!"

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar came running out of the dormitory at the sound, Ma Hongjun still holding half a sausage in his mouth.

"Dean, what's going on? What did the Sky Screen say?"

"A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor! He came from our Shrek!"

Flender was so excited that he spun around on the spot, the hem of his robe flapping noisily.

"See that?! This is the foundation of my Shrek! That Mu Sheng fellow is one of ours!"

Oscar rubbed his chin. "Dean... that world doesn't seem to be the same as ours, does it?"

"Who cares which world it is? If it's called Shrek, it's my, Flender's, academy!"

Dai Mubai folded his arms, his gaze turning grave. "A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor... his talent is terrifying indeed!"

Outside the Rose Hotel, Tang San's fists suddenly clenched.

The words "the Tang Sect was destroyed" pierced his ears like a needle. Anger flared in his eyes, his face and ears flushed red, and he panted like a bull.

The Iron Blood Sect? They dared destroy the Tang Sect!

Very well, you have found a way to your death!

But immediately afterward, Tang San froze again.

That world has a Tang Sect too?

Was it also founded by a Tang Sect disciple? Could it be that, like me, they transmigrated there from a previous life?

Beneath the Sky Screen, people throughout the Douluo Continent were talking about it in streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses, academies and sects.

"Shrek Academy? What's that? Never heard of it."

"Are you stupid? Their world isn't the same as ours! But why does the name Shrek sound so familiar?"

"A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor! I was twenty-five before I even became a Soul Ancestor! Comparing yourself to others can drive you mad. This brat Sheng's talent is terrifying indeed! No wonder he could become a god!"

"Who exactly is that brat Sheng? Mu Sheng, Shendu... the more I hear, the more mysterious it sounds."

At Spirit Hall, the three members of the Golden Generation were gathered by the training ground.

Xie Yue leaned against a stone pillar with his arms folded, squinting at the Sky Screen, his tone somewhat appraising.

"A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor? Heh, a few words on the Sky Screen don't prove anything. Who knows if it was staged to fool people?"

Yan, who was squatting nearby, sprang to his feet when he heard this and began shouting at the top of his lungs.

"I don't believe it either! A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor? What a load of bull! I've cultivated for so many years and still haven't reached Soul Emperor, but he got there at fifteen? It's got to be fake!"