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After Uncle She's figure disappeared outside the door, Feng Xiao turned around and gently lifted Qian Renxue's chin with his fingertips: "Don't be unhappy, isn't it just going to meet my mother-in-law?"
Qian Renxue slapped Feng Xiao's hand away. Her golden eyes still held a hint of coldness, but her tone had softened considerably: "You know very well she must have other intentions."
Feng Xiao chuckled, leaning down to kiss Qian Renxue's smooth forehead: "You're too nervous, Xue'er." His slender fingers gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brow. "I don't think the Supreme Pontiff has any ill intentions towards me."
Seeing Qian Renxue still pursing her lips, Feng Xiao gently pulled her into his embrace: "I trust you, so naturally I must also trust the Supreme Pontiff." His voice was deep and firm. "After all, she is your mother."
Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed. She buried her face in Feng Xiao's shoulder, muttering, "I just can't feel at ease."
Feng Xiao gently stroked her soft golden hair, a profound glint in his eyes: "Don't worry, I'll come back safe and sound." He looked out at the moonlight, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "This meeting might even bring some unexpected gains, like marrying you to me?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's fair cheeks immediately flushed crimson, and her golden eyes sparkled with annoyance: "Go away, go away, who cares about you!" She turned her face away, but couldn't hide the slight upward curve of her lips. "You little heartless one."
A mischievous glint flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes. He suddenly leaned close to her ear: "Could it be…" His warm breath brushed her sensitive earlobe, "Xue'er doesn't want to marry me anymore?"
"You!" Qian Renxue spun around abruptly, only to find Feng Xiao's handsome face inches away. Their noses almost touched; she could even see her own reflection in his eyes.
The candlelight in the hall flickered suddenly, casting their intertwined silhouettes on the wall. Qian Renxue's red lips parted slightly, about to say something, but Feng Xiao sealed them with a kiss. The kiss was gentle and lingering, making her unconsciously close her eyes.
After a long while, Feng Xiao reluctantly released her, chuckling: "When I return from the Star Dou Great Forest and the matters in Heaven Dou are concluded…" His fingertip drew circles on her palm, "I'll propose to the Supreme Pontiff, how about it?"
"As you wish."
At dawn, the golden gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled light on the exquisite breakfast.
Feng Xiao and Qian Renxue sat opposite each other, silently eating breakfast. The white jade porcelain plates held several delicate pastries: crystal shrimp dumplings with skins as thin as paper, rose pastries with distinct layers, and two steaming cups of Spirit ginseng tea.
Qian Renxue's hand, holding her chopsticks, paused slightly. She looked up at the person opposite her. Feng Xiao was intently peeling a boiled egg, his slender fingers moving gracefully, even peeling an eggshell seemed like an artistic endeavor.
Feng Xiao lightly sipped his clear tea, his thoughts swirling in his eyes. He already had a vague guess about Bibi Dong's sudden summons for him to the Star Dou Great Forest—it was mostly related to Qian Renxue, but the specific purpose remained a mystery.
Thinking of this, a slight smile played on his lips. This trip might allow him to witness important plot points from the original story, which was an unexpected bonus. However… a sharp glint flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes. He would absolutely not let Tang San get his hands on that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
A glint flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes as he mused, "I must find a way to delay Tang San's entry into the Star Dou Great Forest; I absolutely cannot let that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring fall into his hands."
Qian Renxue keenly noticed his distraction, her golden eyes narrowing slightly: "If you don't want to go, I'll decline for you." Her fingertip tapped the table. "I have my own way of dealing with her."
Feng Xiao snapped back to attention, a gentle smile gracing his lips: "How could that be?" He took Qian Renxue's slender hand. "I'm actually looking forward to this trip to Star Dou."
"Then what were you just thinking about?" Qian Renxue gave him an annoyed look, but let him hold her hand.
Feng Xiao chuckled, putting down his teacup, his fingertip lightly tapping the tabletop: "The Supreme Pontiff specifically chose the Star Dou Great Forest as the meeting place, clearly having designs on that transformed hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast." A cunning glint flashed in his eyes. "We should also make some preparations here in Heaven Dou, lest someone ignorantly tries to disrupt things."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's golden eyes slanted towards him: "You're quite considerate of her." Her red lips pursed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.
Feng Xiao suddenly leaned closer, a comically fawning smile on his face: "Isn't this to leave a good impression on my mother-in-law~" He deliberately drew out the last syllable and made a funny bowing gesture.
"Pfft—" Qian Renxue couldn't help but burst out laughing, then immediately straightened her face: "You're so unserious!" But the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
"Alright, Uncle She already began his operation last night. I wonder how it's going now. Once the results are out, how could they still care about her movements in the Star Dou Great Forest?" Qian Renxue said, looking at Feng Xiao and waving her hand with a smile.
Feng Xiao looked at Qian Renxue, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes: "Not necessarily. There's one person who will definitely pay close attention."
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, and that familiar figure appeared in her mind: "Are you talking about Tang San?"
A mocking curve appeared on her lips: "Even if he goes, what can he do? With her strength, she wouldn't need to care about an inexperienced brat."
Feng Xiao's gaze shifted slightly, briefly lingering on Qian Renxue's cool profile, a faint smile playing on his lips. He didn't refute her, merely gently stroked the dark patterns on his cuff, his tone leisurely yet profound: "Man proposes, God disposes. Since we're doing it, we must strive for absolute certainty."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice a few notches, with a hint of a smile: "Xue'er, the time is ripe. It's time to start 'aiding' Tang San."
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, and she nodded slightly, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at her waist. She always pursued perfection, and since Feng Xiao suggested this, it naturally had a deeper meaning. Moreover—if Tang San really did something that made her lose face in front of Bibi Dong…
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and her red lips parted slightly: "Don't worry, I'll arrange it properly." Her voice was as clear as an icy spring, yet subtly sharp. "Give him more 'important tasks' to do, so he has no time for other concerns."
Feng Xiao elegantly put down his jade chopsticks, his fingertip lightly tapping the edge of the sandalwood table, a playful glint in his eyes: "In that case, I'll set off after breakfast. A night has passed, and Uncle She's side should be ready to close the net."
Qian Renxue picked up a celadon teacup, the rising steam blurring the meaningful curve of her lips: "Once Uncle She returns victorious, I will personally deliver this 'good news' to that old fox." She deliberately emphasized the words "good news," and her cunning eyes were reflected in the teacup.
"Heh," Feng Xiao chuckled, "I'd really like to see the wonderful expression on that old fox's face when he hears about this."
Their gazes met in the air, and they exchanged a knowing smile. Outside the hall, the morning light was faintly visible, stretching their figures long and intertwining them into an unfathomable shadow on the ground.
Not long after, Feng Xiao wiped his lips with a silk handkerchief. As he rose, his robes fluttered, carrying a faint wisp of sandalwood fragrance. He looked up at the gradually brightening clouds in the sky, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
"It's time to set off."
He straightened the cloud patterns embroidered on his cuffs and walked calmly towards the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. With a long journey ahead, he had to inform a few close acquaintances.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The blood-red afterglow stained the sky, and dusk, like a tide, swept over Dragon Valley. In front of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the mirror-like lake was no longer clear. Dark red blood rippled in the evening breeze, dyeing the reflected ruins a gruesome crimson.
On the other side, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Dusk cast a bloody hue on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's glazed tiles. Qian Renxue's carriage came to an abrupt halt before the golden mountain gate. The curtain stirred slightly, and a golden light flowed over her fingertips, her face already transformed into Xue Qinghe's appearance.
"Move aside!"
She lifted the curtain and stepped out without waiting for the guards to salute, the imperial token glinting coldly in her palm. The usually gentle Crown Prince's eyes were filled with anxiety, his moon-white brocade robe billowing like clouds as he rushed forward.
The guards' greetings caught in their throats, and they hastily knelt, clearing the path. The carriage, inlaid with malachite, rolled over the green jade steps, directly entering the Sect.
As she passed through the winding corridors, Qian Renxue deliberately disheveled her hair ornament slightly. Upon reaching the council hall, she stumbled as she pushed open the carved wooden doors, her voice trembling just enough: "Teacher! Something terrible has happened—"
"Qinghe?" Ning Fengzhi's teacup paused in his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his gentle eyes. In his memory, when had this usually composed disciple ever been so flustered? Unless it was an earth-shattering change, he would never be like this.
Under the illumination of the glazed lamps in the hall, "Xue Qinghe's" face was ashen, fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and even his silver-threaded cloud-patterned robe was disheveled—this was simply inconceivable for the Crown Prince, who usually prioritized etiquette above all else.
Ning Fengzhi's fingers beneath his wide sleeve tightened slightly, and several fine cracks immediately appeared on the armrest of the agarwood chair. He said in a condensed voice, "What exactly happened?"
Qian Renxue's face seemed frozen by frost, even her lips drained of color. Her fingertips dug deep into her palms, but the words she uttered were like a thunderclap echoing through the hall:
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—" Her throat bobbed, her voice hoarse, "—is annihilated."
Those eight short words struck like a ten-thousand-pound hammer.
The void suddenly twisted, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong's aged figure staggered into appearance, his branch-like fingers clinging desperately to the agarwood beam. Behind the hall, sword qi surged, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin's snow-white figure, like a drawn sword, arrived in an instant, his Seven Kill Sword beneath his feet.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
With a "crack," the celadon teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand finally split, a fine crack appearing. The emerald tea dripped through his fingers, staining the snow-white marble floor with a dazzling blotch. His usually gentle and jade-like face was now ashen, and even his breathing caught.
"This… how is this possible?"
His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it was exceptionally clear in the silent hall. As the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he knew better than anyone the foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—that was a top Sect with the world's number one Beast Spirit!
The number of Spirit Masters of external surnames who were affiliated with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan alone exceeded three thousand. Among them, there were no less than a hundred Spirit Saint-level masters, and several Spirit Douluo were stationed there. And although there were only about three hundred direct disciples with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit, every single one of them was an elite among elites. Not to mention the Level 95 Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen.
Even their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong guarding it, could only barely stand on par with them. In terms of overall Sect combat strength, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was still three points inferior.
Ning Fengzhi's heart pounded like a drum, and fine cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Such a force, capable of shaking the foundations of the Empire, was wiped out overnight? How terrifying must the perpetrator be!
Chen Xin's figure appeared like a ghost beside Ning Fengzhi, his Seven Kill Sword having been unsheathed three inches at some unknown point, and a chilling sword qi permeated the great hall.
"Ning Fengzhi," his voice was as if tempered with ice, "In the world today, to be able to achieve this step…"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's gaunt figure stepped out of the void, his hoarse voice carrying an unprecedented gravity: "Besides Spirit Hall, I can't think of a second possibility."
Ning Fengzhi forced himself to calm down, quickly sorting out the current situation: Among the Seven Great Sects, the Clear Sky Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, had long since gone into seclusion; their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was primarily a support system; and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had now suffered a cruel fate. The Elephant Armored Academy, one of the Lower Four Sects, had long since pledged allegiance to Spirit Hall.
Even more terrifying, according to the latest intelligence, the number of Spirit Masters directly controlled by Spirit Hall already exceeded seventy percent of the entire continent. Spirit Hall's branch halls were spread like a spiderweb across the two great Empires, their foundation so profound it was simply unfathomable.
"Crack!"
The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand finally shattered completely, the sharp porcelain shards cutting his palm, and blood mixed with tea dripped down. But he was completely unaware, because an even more terrifying thought was forming in his mind—
This was definitely not simple retaliation, but a long-planned purge! Spirit Hall, this was going to change the world!
Ning Fengzhi's face instantly turned ashen, his slender fingers unconsciously clutching the armrest of his chair, his knuckles turning pale from the exertion. A scene from a few days ago, when he met Tang Yuehua, suddenly flashed through his mind—
A bone-chilling coldness crept up his spine. Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, if Spirit Hall truly intended to unleash a massacre…
Outside the window, a withered leaf spun and landed on the window lattice, making a soft "tap" sound in the deathly silent hall.
"Will we be next?"
This thought gnawed at his rationality like a venomous snake. As the Sect Master, he felt for the first time what it meant to face—utter catastrophe.
Ning Fengzhi slowly closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently. The hall was terrifyingly silent, even breathing could be heard clearly.
The Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand suddenly let out a clear sword cry, and the sharp sword qi cut a fine line on the ground. Bone Douluo Gu Rong's face was grim, his withered fingers drawing spatial cracks in the void, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing: "Feng Zhi, we must make plans early."
Feng Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute glint flashing within them. He rose abruptly, his sleeves fluttering, stirring a gust of clear wind: "Issue the order, effective immediately, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is to enter wartime alert. All disciples outside are to be recalled immediately, and the entire Sect is to be on high alert."
Turning to look at the darkening sky outside the window, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank further. He knew that this storm was just beginning. Since Spirit Hall dared to act against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they would certainly not stop there.
Outside the hall, the last ray of sunset was swallowed by dark clouds, and a storm was about to arrive. (End of this chapter)