Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 206: The way he apologized was quite unique (4k views)

Seven days before the opening of the Soul Master Tournament.

As an undercover agent posing as the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, Qian Renxue naturally had to devote some of her energy to preparing for this grand event, while also secretly keeping an eye on the movements of various forces.

After all, the Soul Master Competition, to put it bluntly, serves more as a stage for discovering young talents from all sides, winning over potential allies, and probing the opponent's trump cards during this period.

It was only when the Spirit Hall announced the three spirit bones as the final reward of the competition that the intensity of the event increased.

Qian Renxue picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "This good sister is really willing to spend money. Back when we went to Wuhun City, the little fox siblings and the red-haired boy were all defeated by Qian Yao and Zhu Qing."

Does she really think these three Soul Kings can defeat Qian Yao now? The Spirit Hall's soul bones can't fall into the hands of outsiders.

Is she trying to give it to that golden generation, or to Qian Yao and the others? Hmph, she must have ulterior motives.

A sudden surge of irritation rose in Qian Renxue's heart. After handing that letter to Bibi Dong, she hadn't received any response. She slammed her teacup down on the table, splashing tea everywhere.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo should have been handed over to her. She dared to try to enter Qianyao's heart in this way without permission, and even after I pointed it out, she remained so calm. She simply doesn't respect me. I'll settle accounts with her sooner or later."

Just then, a guard's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has come to visit."

Qian Renxue quickly composed herself, adopting a gentle and refined demeanor with a smile, and walked out of the study to the front hall.

Ning Fengzhi was standing in the hall admiring a painting on the wall, while Bone Douluo stood to the side with his arms crossed and an indifferent expression.

"Why did you come to my Crown Prince's residence in person, Master? You could have simply sent someone to deliver a message. Greetings, Your Majesty Bone Douluo." Qian Renxue said with a slight smile and gave a slight bow.

Bone Douluo casually responded.

“Haha,” Ning Fengzhi turned around, his gaze gently falling on Qian Renxue, “Qinghe is currently serving as regent and is very busy with affairs.”

"If I don't come in person, how can I know if Your Highness's preparations for the competition are going smoothly? Besides, this competition is of extraordinary significance, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, located in the Heaven Dou Empire, should naturally do its part."

"Teacher, you flatter me. I am honored to have you thinking of me. Please have a seat. Besides inquiring about the competition preparations, is there anything else you wish to discuss with me?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly and sat down in the chair, with Bone Douluo still standing behind him like a shadow.

"Qinghe, as you know, the Spirit Hall has been making frequent moves in recent years, constantly expanding its power, and its ambitions are obvious."

In this Soul Master Competition, they offered three Soul Bones as prizes, which likely hides many deeper meanings; winning over the younger generation is probably only one of them.

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow. "Teacher, please speak directly. Qinghe is all ears."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, "My Rongrong is currently in the Royal Fighting Team. With Ling Qianyao and Zhu Zhuqing by her side, she should be able to achieve a very high ranking in this competition."

At that time, in Wuhun City, many forces will likely extend olive branches to them. The Star Luo Empire is very likely to try to win back Zhu Zhuqing by announcing the engagement and offering generous terms, not to mention Ling Qianyao.

As far as I know, these two little ones haven't yet clearly joined any faction or sect, making them excellent uncut gems for all parties involved.

Their relationship with us is already quite special, so let's take this opportunity to bring them into the Heaven Dou Empire's camp in the name of the royal family before the end of the Heaven Dou Regional Preliminary Rounds.

After all, having a good relationship and belonging to a particular faction are two different things.

He took out a storage soul tool from his pocket. "There are also 3 soul bones in here. I plan to give them as a special reward to the Royal Fighting Team after this competition."

Old fox.

Qian Renxue thought to herself, "The Royal Fighting Team is already guaranteed a spot. Why would you offer them a prize? Unless they swap places with the second team to participate in the qualifiers, you might have some reason to offer them competition experience. But this is just giving them away for free."

What, you really think your little princess can squeeze in? This soul bone is obviously meant to please Qian Yao and the others. Seeing that Ning Rongrong isn't making any moves, you want to gradually use your family's resources to win over Qian Yao, right?

If you were to give away most of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, this young master of the Spirit Hall might consider taking that little devil as a concubine.

Qian Renxue maintained her polite smile as she put the storage soul tool into her sleeve. "What does it mean that the teacher won't give it to me personally, but instead makes me take advantage of her?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted, and he glanced back at Bone Douluo before whispering, "My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's intelligence network is fairly decent. Recently, I've caught a whiff of some trends."

"We are master and disciple, and I don't want to hide it from you. Could it be that the Heavenly Dou Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are allies?"

Qian Renxue's mind raced, and she suddenly said, "Teacher, that's natural. Besides, doesn't Rongrong's position represent Qibao's wish?"

Ning Fengzhi laughed, "That's true. Rongrong is the only successor of my Seven Treasures. Qinghe, you can understand it that way too."

"I see," Qian Renxue said with a smile.

Ning Fengzhi chatted with Qian Renxue for a few more minutes about the details of the competition preparations, left some gold soul coins, and then got up to take his leave.

After seeing Ning Fengzhi off, Qian Renxue's smile gradually disappeared.

"What a cunning old fox. He treats his children just like that Dugu Bo. But that makes it much easier to win them over later."

She glanced at the sky, where dark clouds churned and loomed heavy. Qian Renxue frowned slightly, her unease growing stronger.

"That's strange. I have a feeling that something is about to happen."
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Tian Dou Royal Academy, dormitory.

The Royal Fighting Team's training had ended, and the team members returned to their respective residences. As soon as Ling Qianyao pushed open the door, he keenly sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere inside the room.

A faint, alluring fragrance lingered in the air, carrying a captivating and enchanting aroma.

He subconsciously gathered a wisp of soul power at his fingertips, but the next second his wrist was gently grasped by a slender hand that reached out from the darkness.

"Did you miss me?"

"Dong'er?!"

Ling Qianyao's throat bobbed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

A fragrant breeze wafted by, leaving a warm yet aggressive touch on his lips. The next moment, however, they quickly separated, and the beauty in his arms had vanished without a trace.

Ling Qianyao turned on the illumination soul tool and finally saw the figure leaning against the bed.

Bibi Dong was half-draped in a crimson gauze robe, the hem of which had slipped loosely down to her shoulders, revealing large expanses of her fair and smooth skin.

Her fingertips were twirling around the ends of her hair that fell across her chest, and her two long legs were crossed beneath her skirt. Suddenly, her fingertips slid down her fair neck.

It caressed the collarbone, flowed over the proud figure, reached the slender waist, and finally rested on the full buttocks.

A soft groan escaped his throat, a sound that seemed like a sigh or an invitation, stirring something within Ling Qianyao's heart.

"It seems Xue'er has corrupted my little husband; there's far too much feminine energy in this room."

Ling Qianyao's eyes flickered. He silently closed the door and sat down beside the bed. "Shouldn't you be in Wuhun City? Why are you in Tiandou?"

Bibi Dong smiled slightly. "Naturally, it's to apologize."

With a slight movement of her fingertips, Qian Renxue's letter appeared in Ling Qianyao's hand. Ling Qianyao opened it and immediately understood many things. "So Xiaoxue had already noticed." Seeing that Ling Qianyao was still in a daze, Bibi Dong couldn't help but snort. Before he could react, she used her soul power to pull him into the bed.

Spiderweb-like purplish-black soul power patterns spread from Bibi Dong's palm, instantly enveloping the entire bed in an airtight cocoon.

Ling Qianyao's eyes widened immediately. "Dong'er! This is the Royal Academy! Xue'er could be here at any moment—"

"Shh," he whispered, pressing his index finger, stained with an unknown liquid, against Ling Qianyao's lips.

As Bibi Dong bent over, her collar came undone, and her warm breath, mixed with some inexplicable scent, brushed against his earlobe.

“I deliberately chose a time when she was handling state affairs at the Crown Prince’s residence, and Zhu Qing and the Blue Silver Emperor were not there, were they?”

She bit Ling Qianyao's earlobe, chuckling softly as he trembled with tension, "This room is far more exciting than the secret chamber in the Papal Palace."

"Crack-"

With a clap of thunder, the lighting in the room suddenly dimmed, leaving only a sliver of light at the head of the bed, and outside, the rain finally began to fall softly.

Outside, the rain poured down. A damp, slightly cool breeze blew in through the crack in the French windows, causing the curtains to flutter.

It also gently stirred Bibi Dong's loose hair.

The dim light seemed to add a hazy veil to the ambiguous and enchanting atmosphere, making Bibi Dong's charming and alluring appearance even clearer and more captivating.

Bibi Dong's lips slowly slid down from Ling Qianyao's earlobe, along his neck, leaving a warm trail.

Her hands also became restless, unbuttoning Ling Qianyao's clothes, her fingertips tracing across his firm chest, causing him to shudder.

Ling Qianyao's originally tense body gradually lost its strength to resist under Bibi Dong's gentle yet domineering offensive, and his hands unconsciously wrapped around Bibi Dong's slender waist.

Ling Qianyao's eyes burned with fervor. "Is this how you come to apologize to Xue'er?"

Bibi Dong chuckled, "Isn't that right? Since you are the one she has chosen in her heart, then to her, you are the most precious thing."

I have come personally to mark this most precious thing with my own mark, to serve it, to be consumed by it—is that not enough of an act of atonement?

That's so realistic! That's a really unique way to apologize!

Ling Qianyao's breath hitched slightly as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of Bibi Dong's waist, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"Dong'er, are you sure you want to provoke Xue'er at this time?" His voice was low and husky as his palm slid down her waist and pressed against her soft breasts. "What if she pushes the door open and comes in?"

“That’s perfect.” Bibi Dong murmured. “She can see with her own eyes how my dear sister confesses her sins.”

Her lips touched Ling Qianyao's lips again, this time, not just a fleeting touch.

Ling Qianyao could feel the soft, smooth texture undulating in his palm. Suddenly, that softness tightened as his muscles contracted.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly damp and warm liquid quietly seeped between his fingers, carrying an indescribable stickiness.

Dark marks quickly appeared beneath the crimson gauze dress.
Bibi Dong froze, and Ling Qianyao's body stiffened, the string of reason in his heart snapping completely.

"Dong'er, this is your choice."

Bibi Dong's voice trembled slightly, as if for some reason, "I had Yue Guan lure Zhu Qing and the others away. The message from Gui Mei informing the Heaven Dou Empire that I would be coming will arrive in about half an hour, which is plenty of time."

A sudden flash of lightning outside the window illuminated the overlapping figures on the bed curtains.
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outside world.

"Master, what brings you to Heaven Dou City? Did His Holiness the Pope assign you a task? Why did he summon me?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo in front of her with some confusion.

"Ahem," Chrysanthemum Douluo coughed. A mission? Who knows what kind of mission this is? It made Ghostly Delight postpone her arrival in Heaven Dou City and then made him leave with Zhu Zhuqing.

Along with that woman in blue who appeared out of nowhere.

She herself brazenly stayed in Ling Qianyao's villa, ostensibly to teach Ling Qianyao something, though it's unclear what she was teaching him. She even left a soundproof barrier, making it seem like a secret rendezvous.

The fact that the Pope of the Spirit Hall came to Heaven Dou is a big deal in itself, yet she didn't quickly contact the young master and Golden Crocodile Douluo. I really don't know what she's thinking.

It can't be because of their previous relationship in Wuhun City that she took a liking to Ling Qianyao and wanted to recruit him alone before Qian Renxue could react.

Well, that's probably the only possibility. After all, her relationship with the young master has only just improved, but one of them controls the Papal Palace, and the other will control the Elders' Palace in the future.

As key figures in the two core power systems of the Spirit Hall, the undercurrents of competition and delicate balance between them might actually lead them to have such thoughts, wanting to act first and ask questions later, to bring Ling Qianyao, a young man with unlimited potential, into their own camp.

"Master?" Zhu Zhuqing frowned. Seeing that Chrysanthemum Douluo had not responded for a long time and his eyes were still wandering, her doubts deepened. "What is it?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo snapped out of his daze. "Oh, it's nothing really. It's just that your Ghostly Master is here too, wanting to see how your movement techniques have been progressing lately."

He chatted idly, inwardly groaning, wondering when His Holiness the Pope and Ling Qianyao's conversation would finally end.

Half an hour later, at the Crown Prince's residence.

Ghostly figure, holding the letter in his hand, knocked on the door of Qian Renxue's study.

"Enter."

Qian Renxue was sitting at her desk, holding a scroll of documents in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were deep in thought.

Seeing the ghost suddenly appear, she was slightly taken aback, then put down the document in her hand. "Elder Ghost? Does the Pope have a message for you to convey? Coming from Wuhun City at this time must be of great importance."

Ghost was not good with words, but simply handed over the letter in his hand and said in a low voice, "Young Master, this is written by His Holiness the Pope himself, who ordered me to deliver it to you personally."

"Oh?"

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow. It really was a letter from that good sister? It seems she finally realized her mistake and didn't dare to come and apologize to her in person, so she used a letter to show goodwill and apologize.

Hum~~
Qian Renxue opened the envelope with a sense of relief, but the moment she opened the letter, her smile froze on her face.

"She's coming to Heaven Dou City to participate in this region's competition?! As the Pope, shouldn't she be in charge of the overall situation in Spirit City?!" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes widened. "There's only one week left, what the hell is she doing here? Wait a minute!"

Qian Renxue suddenly looked at Ghost Douluo, "Where is she now?"

"Um..." Ghostly pondered for a moment, "His Holiness the Pope came with us and arrived at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy half an hour ago."

"She's outrageous!"

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Renxue swiftly transformed into the form of "Yun Zhaoyue," her anger blazing. The "Holy Light Sword" silently appeared in her hand as she rushed out of the Crown Prince's residence and sped towards the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.

(End of this chapter)