His low voice echoed, and instantly, giant crystalline ice flowers began to fall from the sky. Each was as large as a child.
These magnificent flowers didn't only descend here.they also appeared over the faraway Black Tiger Sect itself!
Wherever the flowers touched, frost spread at an astonishing rate. In the blink of an eye, the three Soul Douluos before him were engulfed.
Far to the east of Ningbing City, the Black Tiger Sect was buried under the same icy downpour. Its disciples froze in place, turned into lifeless sculptures of ice.
"Before you die, I'll let you see your sect once more—so you can die a wise ghost."
With a casual wave, Yuan Longxuan conjured a cloud of frost in the air. On its shimmering surface, the tragic sight of the Black Tiger Sect appeared—disciples and elders alike frozen in crystalline ice, including Hu Meng.
His entire body was swallowed by icy blossoms. Even if he still had the strength to speak, he couldn't.
"When the ice flowers shatter, that will be your end. Since you enjoy bullying the weak, don't blame me for exterminating your entire clan."
With those words, a black-armored Extreme Douluo puppet appeared before him.
"No one from the Black Tiger Sect is to be spared."
"Yes, Master!"
The puppet instantly vanished. No one knew how it located its targets—it simply relied on a mysterious, precise guiding force.
"Crack—"
The next moment, the frozen blossoms shattered. The three Soul Douluos trapped within disintegrated into dust, their remains scattering into the wind.
At the same time, the entire Black Tiger Sect was wiped from existence. Even the disciples who had slipped away earlier, hoping to escape, were hunted down and slain by the black-armored puppets.
"Ah… I'm so sleepy. These people are so annoying—they won't even let me rest in peace."
Yuan Longxuan yawned lazily, as if he hadn't just destroyed a sect. With a casual wave, he muttered,
"Alright, everything's taken care of. Time for me to sleep."
Almost instantly, his figure vanished. The nine-colored jade box before Shui Bing'er also turned into a streak of light and disappeared.
For a long while, silence hung over the scene. Finally, Shui Yue'er broke it.
"Sister, Brother Yuan Longxuan is really handsome!"
"…Yeah."
"Big sister, Yue'er, don't even think about it! Brother Yuan Longxuan is mine, so stop trying to steal him!"
That afternoon in Tiandou Imperial City, within Yuexuan—
"Brother, this place is so boring. Can't you ask Father to let me go home?"
A petite, elegantly dressed girl pouted as she sat beside a handsome young man.
"Don't worry, Xueke. Father is thinking about you. Look, didn't he send your second brother here to accompany you?"
Indeed, they were Xue Qinghe and Xue Ke, sent by Emperor Xue Ye. Of course, Xue Qinghe was none other than Qian Renxue in disguise.
But she was no ordinary woman now. Her purpose here was simple: her sister had sacrificed so much for her cultivation, and Qian Renxue intended to give her the entire Tiandou Empire as a gift!
What made things awkward was that she already knew Tang Yuehua. Her sister had brought her here many times before, but now she returned in a completely different role.
Outside Yuexuan's gates, Yuan Longxuan strolled in leisurely. The place remained just as elegant and dignified as over a decade ago.
At his waist hung a golden badge: a Douluo Continent Instructor's Certificate, gifted to him by Yuehua before he departed years ago.
Walking past the students with familiarity, he barely glanced at their unfamiliar faces. But upon reaching the innermost classroom, he froze.
A glowing panel of information appeared:
[Name: Qian Renxue
Age: 19
Martial Soul: Six-Winged Seraph
Soul Power: Level 95
Divine Test: Angel God—Fifth Trial]
"???"
No way. Already a Super Douluo, and still pretending to be a student here?
He had left behind the Candle Sun Immortal Herb for Qian Renxue, hoping she would prioritize her cultivation. Yet she was… roleplaying?
But since her progress was real—ninety-fifth rank at only nineteen, and having reached the fifth Angel God trial—he decided to forgive her eccentricity.
"Wow! Brother Qinghe, that man is even more handsome than you!"
Xue Ke's eyes sparkled as she spotted Yuan Longxuan. Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) also turned, her gaze landing on him.
"Haha, little sister, you're adorable. But next time, call me mentor."
Hearing someone mention him, Yuan Longxuan stepped inside. The glowing panel updated again:
[Name: Xue Ke
Age: 10
Martial Soul: Crystal Swan
Soul Power: Level 15]
"Huh? Big brother, are you the teacher here?"
Xue Ke's expression was filled with disbelief as she looked at him.
Hearing this, Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, was intrigued. She had already investigated Yuexuan thoroughly, yet she had never heard of such a young instructor.
"Well, yes. I am an instructor here. I only left Yuexuan for a while because of some… unforeseen matters."
The alley was narrow, damp, and suffocatingly dark—like a scar that the city had forgotten.
Even when the sun was high, its rays could barely touch this place. Moss crept along the stone walls, sewage collected in foul-smelling puddles, and broken crates rotted in the corners. The stench was thick enough to make breathing a chore.
From somewhere deeper inside came a strange, rhythmic sound—out of place in such a desolate corner.
Moments later, two figures stumbled out. One wore a red robe, round and sweating heavily; the other, thin and pale, carried himself uneasily.
It was Ma Hongjun and Oscar.
"Oscar," Ma Hongjun hissed, his round face twisted with both fear and shame, "don't you dare tell anyone about this. If a single word slips out, I'll…" He drew his hand across his throat in a mock slash.
Oscar's lips trembled. "Fatty, I'm not an idiot. How could I tell anyone? Just… don't remind me. We… we actually did that with a man."
His voice cracked, and his face paled further as the memory surfaced.
"Let's go," Oscar muttered quickly, his steps quickening. "Pretend it was a nightmare. Just forget it."
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