"Greetings, His Excellency the Blue Silver Douluo!"
Upon hearing Yun Chuan declare his title, the seasoned Soul Douluo bowed with utmost respect. True strength commands respect, and even if young, no elder dares to show arrogance before a Title Douluo.
However, secretly the old Douluo found Yun Chuan's behavior somewhat amusing. Here was a man with unmatched power, yet disguised as a mere Soul King—truly playing a cunning game.
That arrogant Fourth Prince, Xue Beng, had unknowingly offended a Title Douluo this time… surely his doom was near.
"Seems you don't intend to fight," Yun Chuan said with mild boredom, waving the gesture away and folding away his nine glorious soul rings as he leisurely returned to his tea stall.
Raising his cup, he sipped cool tea and said thinly: "This isn't over. That brat Xue Beng is a royal, right? Then send someone significant from the royal family."
After speaking, he ignored the Soul Douluo behind him, who, wisely taking the hint, bowed again and signaled the guards away. The soldier throng was useless against a Title Douluo.
The priority now was to resolve the conflict peacefully—offending a peak Soul Master was unwise.
Soon, the crowd dispersed, leaving Yun Chuan alone, calmly drinking tea.
——
In the imperial palace of Tiandou,
A magnificent hall gleamed with gold and jade.
The Soul Douluo hastened inside, reporting what he'd witnessed to the emperor, Xue Ye—the Snow Night Emperor.
Learning the youth who injured Xue Beng was a Title Douluo, Xue Ye violently struck his throne and bellowed, "That brat!!"
Usually, minor nobles and petty tyrants met rough justice, but now they'd crossed a Title Douluo.
He wondered if sparing the Fourth Prince had been a mistake—had they been too lenient? Perhaps he should have allowed the elder son to eliminate this troublemaker back then.
"What did this Douluo demand?" Xue Ye growled, calming himself. "How do we appease his wrath?"
Though emperor, Xue Ye's power was hollow without a forceful backing.
Even surrounded by numerous Soul Douluo, matching a Title Douluo was barely feasible.
Though unafraid of a Title Douluo, no one foolishly provokes one.
The Soul Douluo replied:
"In my view, there's still a chance for peace. Though Xue Beng offended him, it was unintended. We can still reconcile if a high-ranking royal personally apologizes."
"Reasonable," said the emperor after reflection.
"Only one is suitable—our Crown Prince, as future emperor, holds sufficient status. His humble apology would spare face for all."
"…"
Xue Ye pondered, and then ordered:
"Let the Crown Prince prepare grand gifts. Bring him and Xue Beng along to apologize."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
——
At the Eastern Palace, the Crown Prince's residence,
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, received the imperial orders with a knowing smile. If offending a Title Douluo required diplomacy, surely the Crown Prince was the best envoy.
Power here is never absolute.
Against a Title Douluo, even royalty must bow.
Yet Qian Renxue also worried:
"How did that brat become a Title Douluo so fast?"
With her own cultivation stunted by dozen years of subterfuge, she felt she'd never match such pace.
"I must train harder, or be left behind," she sighed, donning formal attire.
As she left, she saw her younger brother slump sadly by the gate, barely alive.
"Fourth Brother, what happened?" she feigned surprise.
"Brother, please help me!" Xue Beng lamented, "I dared offend a Title Douluo, and Father demands I seek forgiveness or be sent to exile."
Serves him right.
Qian Renxue despised this fourth prince. His constant pretenses and reckless bullying were disgusting—but common among the empire's spoiled nobles.
Slavery thrived here, and most nobles were ruthless tyrants.
Qian Renxue dreamt of overthrowing this corrupt regime—purging the degenerates into oblivion.
"For now, all I can do is try," she said ruefully.
"Brother!" Xue Beng cried, clinging to her leg.
She dodged lightly, feigning nonchalance, "No time to waste. Let's go apologize."
Tears streaming, Xue Beng meekly nodded.
Together, with gifts from the imperial treasury, they set off.
(End of Chapter 117)