Douluo: Martial Soul Nine-Tailed Fox, I am the White Fox Emperor

Outside the Hall of Worship in Wuhun City.

The morning sunlight shone on Hu Bai, giving his already ethereal aura a golden edge.

He has been having a very pleasant time these past few days.

I had a family reunion dinner with my parents, and then spent two more days cuddling with Qian Renxue, who had just come out of seclusion.

He even took some time to go to the pharmacy to talk to Yang Wudi and the others about his thoughts on that kind of pill.

Now, things at home are all settled.

It's time to clean up the mess outside.

"Let's go."

Hu Bai gave a casual instruction.

Behind him, two figures appeared silently.

The man on the left is as slender as a javelin, with sharp eyes, and holds a ten-foot-long spear in his hand.

Serpent Spear Douluo, She Long.

The one on the right is round-figured and covered in sharp thorns.

Porcupine Douluo, Bloodthirsty.

These two are old acquaintances.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The two of them saluted respectfully.

Looking at this unfathomable young man before them, they felt not only awe but also a touch of emotion.

The little brat who needed the young master's protection back then has now grown into someone even the Grand Elder has to look up to.

"Target: Tiandou City."

"Go and deliver an ultimatum to the newly enthroned emperor."

……

Tiandou City, the Imperial Palace.

Compared to its former prosperity and hustle and bustle, the palace is now shrouded in a heavy gloom.

The number of Imperial Guards on patrol was three times greater than usual.

Every face was etched with fatigue and anxiety.

Battle reports from the front lines flew into the palace like snowflakes, but none of them were good news.

In the imperial study room.

Bright lights.

The newly appointed Heavenly Emperor, Xue Qinghe, was sitting behind a large desk, rubbing his swollen temples.

He hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

The table was piled high with memorials, each one lamenting poverty, pleading for aid, and reporting the fall of the city.

"Damn..."

Xue Qinghe slammed his fist on the table.

Those bloodshot eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Why……"

"Why is it that the inherited martial soul of my Heaven Dou royal family is a swan, which has no offensive power at all!"

"If I were the White Tiger, if I were the Haotian Hammer..."

"I wish I could personally lead the army into battle, even if it meant dying on the battlefield, rather than waiting to die here!"

He hates it!
Although he has the talent to govern a country, in the world of Douluo Continent where the strong are respected, not having a strong enough fist is the original sin.

Faced with the ferocious Soul Master legion of the Spirit Empire, the ordinary army of the Heaven Dou Empire was simply like paper.

Just as Xue Qinghe was falling into deep despair.

"Who?!"

His imperial intuition made him abruptly raise his head.

The once empty imperial study now has three more people!
There was no announcement, no sound, and not even a change in the airflow.

Like a ghost, it appeared out of nowhere.

"Protect the Emperor! Guards! Protect the Emperor!!!"

Xue Qinghe instinctively wanted to shout.

However, the next second.

He was horrified to discover that he could not move.

Not only could he not move his body, but his voice was also stuck in his throat, unable to make a sound.

The white-haired youth standing in the middle merely glanced at him indifferently.

Just a look.

The surrounding space seemed to freeze.

An indescribable sense of oppression, like Mount Tai pressing down on him, made even breathing a luxury.

"Shhh."

The young man raised a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Your Highness... oh, no, that's not right."

"Now I should call you Emperor Qinghe."

Hu Bai smiled gently, a smile as warm as a spring breeze, yet it sent a chill down Xue Qinghe's spine.

As Hu Bai finished speaking, the power that had been imprisoning Xue Qinghe receded like a tide.

"Huh...huh..."

Xue Qinghe was panting heavily, and the cold sweat on his back instantly soaked through his dragon robe.

He looked up in alarm at the three people in front of him.

The young man in the middle had long, silver-white hair that was casually draped over his shoulders. He wore a platinum-gold robe and was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly.

Especially those eyes, deep as the sea, as if they could see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

Xue Qinghe's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the two people behind him.

"Serpent spear... porcupine..."

He gritted his teeth and read out the two titles, the portraits of which were right on his desk.

He went to the front lines to help a lot.

Since they are here, the identity of the young man in the middle is obvious.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Empire.

That legendary Hu Bai, whose power was second only to Pope Bibi Dong and whose strength was unfathomable!

It was said that he had disappeared for a year, but unexpectedly he has reappeared now!
"It seems His Majesty has recognized us."

"Introduce yourself."

"The Martial Soul Empire, Hu Bai."

"I apologize for not bringing any gifts during this late-night visit, Your Majesty."

Xue Qinghe stared intently at Hu Bai.

He knew that facing a powerhouse of this level, even if he summoned the entire Imperial Guard, it would only be a death sentence.

All resistance is futile in the face of absolute power.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

As an emperor, even in death, one must die with dignity.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

Xue Qinghe straightened his clothes, his voice was a little hoarse but still quite calm.

"You came here in person this time, bringing two titled Douluo with you."

What are your plans?

"Have you come to take my head?"

"still……"

Xue Qinghe gave a bitter laugh.

"You want my Heaven Dou Empire to become a vassal state of your Martial Soul Empire?"

"clever."

Hu Bai snapped his fingers and took a sip of tea.

"I just enjoy talking to smart people."

"Saves time and effort."

Xue Qinghe gave a bitter laugh and slumped onto the dragon throne.

"I can tell you have no intention of killing me."

"Moreover, with your current offensive, you could completely flatten Tiandou City."

"But you chose to infiltrate the negotiations."

"All I can think of is that you want to take over Tiandou without bloodshed."

"After all, if the fighting continues, it will be a significant drain on your Spirit Empire, and you will also have to face governance challenges."

"so……"

Xue Qinghe looked at Hu Bai, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

"Being a vassal state is our only way out, isn't it?"

He would accept anything as long as the country's name and royal family could be preserved, even if it meant paying tribute to the Spirit Hall.

At least, the legacy of our ancestors still exists.

However, Hu Bai gently shook his head.

He put down his teacup, making a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty, you are indeed very intelligent."

"But unfortunately, you only guessed half right."

Hu Bai raised his head and looked directly at Xue Qinghe.

There was no mockery in those eyes, only a detached indifference that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

"I came here this time with the intention of leaving a way out for the Heaven Dou royal family."

"However, it is not a vassal state."

"Instead—it's a subordinate city."

"what?!"

Xue Qinghe was stunned and didn't react.

Hu Bai held up one finger and drew a circle in the air.

"The territory of the Heavenly Dou Empire consists only of Heavenly Dou City."

"Except for this city, all other territories, provinces, and vassal states..." "all belong to my Martial Soul Empire!"

"impossible!!!"

Before Hu Bai could finish speaking, Xue Qinghe excitedly jumped up from the dragon throne.

His face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"Leave only one city?"

"Then what kind of emperor am I? A city lord?!"

"What's the difference between this and the fall of a nation?!"

"Rather than suffer such a humiliating disgrace, I would rather perish with the enemy!"

Hu Bai was not angry in the face of Xue Qinghe's roar.

He simply watched quietly, a gentle smile still playing on his lips.

The alluring charm emanating from her body subtly permeated the entire imperial study.

That aura can calm a person's anger and make them feel an involuntary sense of closeness.

"Your Majesty, please don't be so quick to refuse."

Hu Bai spoke softly, his voice seemingly possessing a certain magic.

"Sit down, have some tea, and let me finish."

"Even if you disagree, wait until I've explained all the conditions before you make your choice, okay?"

the strange thing is.

Upon hearing these words, Xue Qinghe's initial rage inexplicably dissipated by more than half.

Looking at Hu Bai's excessively handsome face, he actually felt that what this person said made sense.

This is Hu Bai's current charm.

A level 95 Super Douluo, plus the allure of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox's essence.

Even if he doesn't deliberately use his soul skills, this passive aura effect is something that an ordinary soul master cannot withstand.

Xue Qinghe took a few deep breaths and slumped down.

"it is good."

"I'd like to hear what other fancy words you have to come up with."

Hu Bai smiled and leaned forward slightly.

"Your Majesty, you should be aware of the current situation."

"The reason I'm sitting here talking to you is not because the Spirit Empire can't be conquered."

"But because..."

Hu Bai pointed to the serpent spear and porcupine behind him.

“My two elders are merely the vanguard.”

"In Wuhun City, there are several other enshrined figures, each of whom is a Super Douluo of level 96 or above."

“Even our Grand Elder, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, has emerged from seclusion.”

Xue Qinghe's heart sank suddenly.

Level 99, that's a legendary level.

"If I wanted to."

Hu Bai continued to deliver the finishing blow.

"The walls of Tiandou City will disappear tomorrow morning."

"The palace will be reduced to rubble."

"And the bloodline of the Heavenly Dou royal family will be completely severed."

"At that time, you won't even have a tombstone left, let alone a city."

That's the big stick.

A naked threat.

Xue Qinghe clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

But he couldn't refute it.

Because it's true.

Seeing that the time was right, Hu Bai changed the subject and offered a "carrot".

"But I don't want to see that kind of scene."

"The Swan Martial Soul, although it has no offensive power, has its own unique features as a royal martial soul that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"I don't want it to die out."

"Therefore, I proposed the concept of 'autonomous city'."

"Heaven Dou City, as a special administrative region of the Spirit Empire."

“Here, you are still the emperor, and you still enjoy the honors of royalty.”

"You may retain your entourage, your palace, and your aristocratic system."

"Except for the empire taking back diplomatic and military powers, you can decide everything else yourselves."

Xue Qinghe fell silent.

That certainly sounds better than the country being destroyed.

But it's only a little bit.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Hu Bai decided to add fuel to the fire.

"and."

"Given Your Majesty's talent..."

“On behalf of the Spirit Empire, I can grant you a special position.”

"Honorary Elder of the Martial Soul Empire".

"Honorary Elder?" Xue Qinghe looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes."

Hu Bai explained, "Although he has no real power, in terms of status, he is equivalent to the Cardinal of the Spirit Hall, second only to the Elder of the Elder Hall."

"You can attend the Empire's highest meetings and participate in some decision-making processes."

"Most importantly, this position is hereditary and can be passed down for three generations!"

Now, Xue Qinghe was truly moved.

Elders of the Spirit Hall!
That's the position that countless Soul Masters dream of!
Even if it's an honor, it's still a talisman, a kind of status. With such a status, you can do a lot of things.

"but."

Hu Bai held up one finger.

"There is a condition."

"After three generations, unless one of your descendants can reach the level of Soul Douluo or above."

"Otherwise, revoke his/her position as honorary elder."

Xue Qinghe paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

“Contra... For the Swan Martial Soul, this is harder than climbing to heaven.”

Hu Bai smiled mysteriously.

"It might have been difficult before."

"But now, it's different."

"As long as you become an vassal of the Spirit Empire."

"You will have priority in purchasing the various pills newly developed by the pharmacy to enhance soul power and improve aptitude."

"even……"

Hu Bai threw out the final bait.

"If your performance is good enough."

“I can have the pharmacy customize a training program, or even a marrow cleansing pill, specifically for your Swan Martial Soul.”

"This makes it possible for support-type martial souls to break through to the Title Douluo level."

boom!
These words completely shattered Xue Qinghe's psychological defenses.

Titled Douluo!

That's the pain that the Heavenly Dou royal family has endured for thousands of years!
If the flaws in martial souls could truly be resolved...

"Are you... telling the truth?"

Xue Qinghe's voice was trembling.

Hu Bai leaned back in his chair, looking completely calm and collected.

"You can inquire about Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"His current martial soul is called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"Nine Rings, Title Douluo."

Real hammer!
Although the Martial Soul Empire kept the specific details of Ning Fengzhi's breakthrough a secret, the news had already spread.

Xue Qinghe had no more doubts.

He looked at Hu Bai as if he were his only lifeline.

On one hand, there was the destruction of the nation and the extermination of the race, with no one left with a complete corpse.

On one hand, there is the hope of preserving the flame, and even the hope of family revival and martial spirit evolution.

Even a fool would know how to answer this multiple-choice question.

Although it's frustrating.

Although unwilling.

But this is how the weak survive.

a long time.

Xue Qinghe seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped into the chair.

He slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.

It was a reluctance to part with the legacy of their ancestors, but also a compromise with reality.

"call……"

He sighed heavily.

When he opened his eyes again, the previous sharpness was gone, leaving only a deathly stillness.

He looked at Hu Bai and gave a bitter smile.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

"You win." (End of Chapter)