Chapter 217: The Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan and the Spirit Hall Attack Simultaneously! Crisis Approaching?
Just then, the door to Shrek Academy's preparation hall was gently pushed open.
Xiao Wu walked in with a worried expression. Her once bright eyes were now red and swollen, bloodshot, and her delicate face was filled with helplessness and anxiety.
"Master, Third Brother... Third Brother has been captured by the Spirit Hall for several days now. What... what should we do next?" She went straight to Grandmaster, her voice choked with sobs, "Are we... are we just supposed to watch helplessly as Third Brother is taken to Spirit City by the Spirit Hall?"
Several days ago, when Tang San was knocked unconscious and dragged away by the Templar Knights in full view of everyone, Xiao Wu felt as if her heart was being torn apart by a thousand knives at the same time. That was the person she cared about most! That was the person she loved most!
But what could she do then?
The entire Great Spirit Arena had tens of thousands of people, surrounded by powerful figures, with the Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop personally in charge, and so many powerful Templar Knights.
With her mere Soul Master strength, what could she possibly change by rushing in and only throwing her life away?
At that moment, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and despair nearly overwhelmed Xiao Wu. She could only endure the excruciating pain and watch helplessly as Tang San was taken away.
Then, she placed all her hopes on this teacher whom Tang San respected so much.
In the past few days, she visited Grandmaster almost every day, each time asking the same question, her voice trembling with tears and pleading, hoping he could find a way to rescue Tang San.
Seeing Xiao Wu's tearful, desperate, and helpless appearance, Grandmaster sighed, then comforted her in a somewhat mysterious tone:
"Xiao Wu, you don't need to worry too much."
"Little San's father secretly came to see me last night. After the advancement competition, when the Spirit Hall people are escorting Little San to Spirit City with the team..."
"He will personally intervene and rescue Little San!"
"Really?!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu felt as if she had seen a ray of light in endless darkness. She was so excited that she almost jumped up, her voice trembling as she said, "Grandmaster, you...you're telling the truth?! Third Brother's father will intervene to rescue Third Brother?!"
"Absolutely!" Grandmaster nodded heavily, a look of complete control on his face, and said, "With Little San's father involved, rescuing Little San is absolutely no problem!"
Receiving such a definite answer from Grandmaster, the huge stone that had been hanging over Xiao Wu's heart for days and nights, almost suffocating her, finally fell to the ground.
She let out a long sigh of relief, vigorously wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and smiled through her tears. She bowed respectfully to Grandmaster, saying with heartfelt gratitude,
"Thank you, Master! Thank you for telling me this news!"
With that, Xiao Wu seemed to regain her vitality, turned around lightly, and left the room. She was going to share this good news with Boss Dai and the others.
Once Xiao Wu's figure had completely disappeared outside the door, and her footsteps had faded into the distance...
Grandmaster's gaze suddenly turned cold. He slowly turned his head to look at Yu Tianheng, who was leaning back in his chair, his face still pale from his injuries. He said in a deep voice,
"Tianheng, regarding this Golden Dragon Spirit, the sooner the better."
"Immediately write a letter for me and send it back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"Tell the patriarch and elders of everything you saw today, especially the power of Xiao Ruier's Golden Dragon Spirit, and the immense value her bloodline might bring to the evolution of the family's Spirit. Inform them thoroughly and in detail, especially... let my father know."
"If the old guys in the family are truly interested in this Golden Dragon bloodline, have them hide their identities and ambush on the road from Tianxing Academy to Spirit City. Once Tang Hao makes his move and the entire team is thrown into chaos, they can seize the bloodline at their own opportunity!"
Hearing this, Yu Tianheng, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, nodded, but a hint of doubt still flashed in his eyes. He asked in a low voice:
"Uncle, this plan is ingenious—having the family ambush and seize the bloodline amidst the chaos. But… if the family truly succeeds, won't the Golden Dragon bloodline ultimately belong to the family, to those meritorious elders or core disciples? You… you still won't be able to obtain it, will you?"
He worried that his uncle's efforts would ultimately benefit someone else.
In Yu Tianheng's childhood, Grandmaster had held him, led him in play, and told him many interesting stories about soul masters; these memories were far more profound than anything else.
As the eldest grandson of the family, his grandfather and father were extremely strict with him, only concerned with his soul power progress and soul skill usage.
Only Grandmaster, only this uncle before him, truly brought him some childhood joy.
Therefore, in Yu Tianheng's heart, he cared deeply for this uncle.
Hearing Yu Tianheng's words, Grandmaster's lips curled into a strange and confident smile.
Then, a glint flashed in his eyes—a certainty based on a profound insight into human nature, especially the bond between father and son.
"Tianheng, you're right, but you're also wrong." Taking a deep breath, Grandmaster calmed his turbulent emotions and said with extreme confidence,
"Although I am your grandfather's most useless son and a disgrace to the entire family, I am also your grandfather's most beloved son, even the one he feels guilty towards!"
"This information about the Golden Dragon was provided to the family by me, Yu Xiaogang! This is a tremendous achievement! This opportunity is enough to allow the family's spirit to leap forward!"
"I think... given my father's and your grandfather's personalities, and his favoritism and desire to compensate me, once the family's great undertaking is accomplished and the bloodline of the Golden Dragon is obtained, he will absolutely not forget his meritorious son!"
He forced down his churning emotions, waved his hand gently at Yu Tianheng, and said with an undeniable decisiveness,
"Tianheng, go and take care of your business."
"Remember, the letter must be fast, and its content must be compelling enough."
Hearing this, Yu Tianheng, looking at Grandmaster's almost manic yet logically consistent demeanor, felt a chill run down his spine and dared not ask any more questions. Enduring the pain, he nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Uncle, I'll take care of it right away."
...…
A week later, the Heavenly Dou Regional Qualifying Tournament successfully concluded.
The result was unsurprising; Tianxing Academy once again secured first place in the Heavenly Dou Regional Qualifying Tournament with an undefeated record.
Their overwhelming strength left all opponents breathless.
At the closing ceremony, Emperor Xue Ye delivered a passionate speech, encouraging all the qualifying teams to bring glory to the Heavenly Dou Empire in the finals.
As the emperor, he could not easily leave Heaven Dou City, so he announced that Crown Prince Xue Qinghe would represent him as the Heaven Dou Empire's envoy to participate in the final judging of this competition.
The fifteen qualifying teams from the Heaven Dou Empire would be personally accompanied by Crown Prince Xue Qinghe to a designated city to participate in the grand finals hosted by the Spirit Hall.
Each team had only three days to adjust their form.
Three days later, a group of over a thousand people, including the members of the fifteen teams, their accompanying teachers, and five hundred Royal Knights guarding them, embarked on a grand journey to the venue of the grand finals—Spirit City.
The journey from Heaven Dou City to Spirit City was long, taking approximately twenty days. The grand finals were not long, as they adopted a completely knockout system, with thirty-three teams from the two empires deciding the final winner in less than ten days.
The Spirit Hall attached great importance to this grand finals.
Even while the qualifying rounds were underway, Spirit City had already specially designated an area as the venue for the grand finals. Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall issued a decree that during the tournament, no one other than a Spirit Master was allowed to enter and watch the matches, not even nobles.
This measure added to the mystique of the finals.
At the same time, a transport team personally led by Salas, consisting of several Spirit Saint-level experts and a small squad of elite Templar Knights, quietly departed from the back gate of the Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City.
They did not join the large, imposing team led by Crown Prince Xue Qinghe ahead, but deliberately maintained a distance, following behind the main group at a moderate distance.
This request was made by Emperor Xue Ye, both to avoid unnecessary commotion and attention, and for safety reasons, to separate the escorting Tang San's main force from the students, so that in case of an accident, the empire's elite soul masters would not be affected.
...
Meanwhile, in Spirit City, at the Papal Palace.
Inside the magnificent hall, the atmosphere was tense. Beneath the high dome, the light of the soul-guiding lamps flickered, as if even the light itself trembled slightly under the heavy pressure.
Just then, Bibi Dong, seated on the supreme papal throne, slowly rose to her feet. Her deep purple eyes, like an ancient, icy pool, swept over the four figures who had stood solemnly below. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and with undeniable authority, she asked,
"Are you... all ready?"
Hearing the Pope's question, the four elders bowed slightly in unison, their voices ringing out,
"Your Holiness, we are ready!"
These four were none other than renowned Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall's Elder Hall!
Standing first on the left, with a bewitching, woman-like appearance, was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!
Beside him, shrouded in shadow and exuding a sinister aura, was Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!
To the right, with a muscular, bear-like build, was Demon Bear Douluo!
And lastly, with a lean physique and leopard-like eyes, was Ghost Leopard Douluo!
"Since that's the case... then let's set off now!" Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, her jade hand waving gently, creating a fragrant breeze.
"Yes!"
The four Title Douluos responded in unison, without any hesitation.
The next moment, their figures blurred simultaneously like ghosts, space slightly distorted, and they vanished instantly.
In the empty hall, only Bibi Dong remained standing alone on the high platform.
She gazed in the direction where the four had disappeared, a cold smile slowly curving her lips, and murmured, "Tang family father and son, this time, I will definitely wipe you all out!"
...
Meanwhile, in the Hall of Worship.
The hall was solemn and dignified, light shining through the stained glass windows, illuminating the enormous golden six-winged angel statue in the center, radiating holy light.
Before the statue, three figures stood silently.
An elderly man in the center, dressed in a simple golden robe, with an ancient face and eyes as deep as the vast starry sky, was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, known as the invincible one in the sky. Below him stood two men.
These two men bore a striking resemblance, both tall and with resolute faces, their eyes gleaming with sharp light. In their hands, each held a long staff, about twelve feet in length, entirely dark gold, with a lifelike golden dragon coiled around it—the Panlong Staff!
These two were the sixth and seventh Elders of the Hall of Elders, Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo!
"Qianjun, Jiangmo, I am dispatching you two to assist Bibi Dong's plan," Qian Daoliu said calmly, his voice flat and even.
"Grand Elder, is it necessary for us to intervene directly?" Jiangmo Douluo raised a slight brow, a hint of doubt on his face, and asked.
In his view, if the two brothers intervened directly, Tang Hao would have no chance of survival.
Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head, looking out the window into the distance, and said,
"No need. You all remain hidden for now. If the four people Bibi Dong sent can't deal with the Tang family father and son... then you can make your move."
"Yes!" Upon hearing this, Qian Jun and Jiangmo brothers bowed and accepted the order. They never questioned the Grand Elder's decisions.
Just then, Qian Jun Douluo seemed to remember something, looked up at Qian Daoliu, and said with a hint of request in his tone, "By the way, Grand Elder, there's one more thing. I remember Miss sent someone back to say something about Tang Chuan..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Qian Daoliu slightly raised his hand, interrupting him.
Instantly, the Hall of Worship fell into a brief silence.
His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were weighing something. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice still calm, but with an indescribable depth:
"If possible, bring Tang Chuan back alive."
Hearing this, Qian Jun Douluo's heart skipped a beat. He immediately understood the Grand Elder's intention, exchanged a glance with Jiang Mo Douluo, and bowed, saying,
"We will obey the Grand Elder's command!"
…
Several days passed quietly amidst the sounds of wheels and hooves.
The Heaven Dou Empire's team heading to Spirit City for the finals had completed nearly half the journey. On this day, the team reached a particularly treacherous location.
Ahead lay a natural gourd-shaped opening.
The entrance was extremely narrow, only wide enough for a few carriages to pass side-by-side.
On both sides were towering, steep cliffs, jagged and barren.
The mountain wind howled from the depths of the canyon, passing through the narrow entrance with a chilling, mournful sound.
Sunlight was blocked by towering cliffs, making the valley dim and the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
Under the strict escort and clearing of five hundred Royal Knights, fifteen luxurious, massive carriages from various academies formed a long line, carefully and slowly making their way into the depths of the Gourd Pass.
Just as the Heaven Dou Empire's convoy, like a long snake, slowly entered the dimly lit and treacherous Gourd Pass canyon,
dozens of figures suddenly appeared atop the cliff face on one side of the valley entrance!
These people were completely shrouded in black night clothes, their faces covered by masks, revealing only pairs of gleaming eyes. Most strangely, each of them was faintly surrounded by blue-purple electric light.
One of the men in black stared intently at the caravan passing through the valley below, especially the carriages bearing the insignia of Tianxing Academy. He then turned slightly to the elderly man beside him, whose aura was particularly somber and who was dressed similarly, and asked in a low voice,
"Vice Clan Leader, when...when should we make our move?"
Hearing this, the elderly man, referred to as the Vice Clan Leader, raised a hand slightly, gesturing for patience, and said in a hoarse but steady voice,
"Don't rush. Wait until Tang Hao makes his move and everything below is in chaos..."
"Then...we'll make our move!"
However, the moment his words fell, on the opposite side! At the top of the cliff on the other side of the canyon!
A large group of dark figures suddenly appeared like ghosts!
These were also a group of masked men in black, seemingly more numerous, their auras mixed, but without exception, they all exuded a strong killing intent!
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