Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 269 The competition is coming
"If necessary, we will certainly exchange goods with the Empire." She neither accepted nor completely rejected, leaving room for maneuver.

Xue Qinghe seemed unsurprised by the answer. He nodded, his smile unchanged, "Very well. Then I wish you all a smooth journey to Wuhun City and a resounding victory!" He cupped his hands slightly in greeting.

"Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness." Qi Xue and Tang Ya returned the greeting.

Xue Qinghe said no more, gave them a deep look, and then turned and left with the eunuchs, disappearing into the shadows of the palace lanterns.

“This crown prince is very cunning.” After boarding the carriage, Dugu Yan spoke first, breaking the silence in the carriage. Her bewitching eyes were filled with vigilance.

Ning Rongrong curled her lip: "Like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, they're up to no good. They just want to use us to deal with the Spirit Hall."

Tang Ya shook her head slightly, her tone calm: "In any case, he represents the attitude of the Heaven Dou royal family."

"The Pavilion Master and Elder Qi have their own considerations. Our most important task right now is to prepare for the competition."

Hu Yanli nodded vigorously: "Sister Xiaoya is right! Who cares about their status as a prince or the Spirit Hall? If we run into them in the competition, we'll just beat them up!"

Ye Lingling sat quietly without offering any opinion, but her eyes showed that she agreed with Tang Ya.

Xiao Xiao leaned against the car window, watching the night view of the palace rushing past outside, and murmured, "It feels even more tiring than fighting... But, that red-haired guy from the Golden Generation seems to really want to fight Hu Yanli, doesn't he?"

Her words drew a few chuckles from the crowd, easing the tense atmosphere in the carriage considerably.

Qi Xue sat opposite them, watching these young people who had quickly recovered from the intrigue of the banquet, a hint of barely perceptible approval flashing in her eyes.

She began, "You need not worry too much about what happened tonight. The situation on the mainland is complex and volatile, and power struggles among various parties are the norm."

"Remember your identity, remember your goal. Improving your strength is fundamental. Only when you are strong enough can you face any storm without fear and break through all the fog."

Her words were like a wake-up call, enlightening the seven of them. Yes, no matter how the outside world changes, only the strength in one's own hands is an eternal reliance.

"We will heed the elder's teachings!" the seven replied in unison, their eyes becoming even more resolute.

The carriage departed the palace, passing through the still bustling but much quieter streets of Tiandou City, and sped towards the headquarters of the Beast God Pavilion.

It was late at night when they returned to the Beast God Pavilion. To their slight surprise, Ling Han was not resting, but was waiting for them in a quiet room next to the main hall.

He was still wearing that black robe, sitting on the futon, his aura blending into the night, like an ancient, cold abyss.

"Sect Master." Qi Xue and the seven others bowed respectfully.

Ling Han slowly opened his eyes, his icy gaze sweeping over the seven people.

He asked calmly, "How do you feel?"

Tang Ya, as the representative, stepped forward and gave a concise report on the events of the evening, including the attitudes of various forces, the provocations of the Golden Generation, the Crown Prince's attempts to win them over, and Qi Xue's response.

Ling Han listened quietly, his face expressionless, until Tang Ya finished speaking, at which point he nodded slightly.

"As expected." His voice was calm and even. "The Spirit Hall's arrogance and scheming in the Heavenly Battle are commonplace. Your response today was adequate."

To receive a mere "acceptable" evaluation from Ling Han was already a rare treat. The seven felt a slight sense of relief. "The competition is approaching, and Martial Soul City is a den of dragons and tigers." Ling Han's gaze sharpened. "At that time, there will be no more gentle probing like today. What awaits you is a true, merciless battle and crushing defeat."

His words carried a chilling coldness, causing the seven people's relaxed minds to tense up again.

"Remember, you represent no longer just individuals, nor merely a team." Ling Han stood up, looking down at them with an invisible pressure that seemed to freeze the air. "You represent the will of the Beast God Pavilion, and the face of this lord."

"The champion must belong to the Beast God Pavilion."

"Anyone who gets in the way,"

"—Crush them!"

"Yes!!" The seven men felt a surge of heat rush to their heads and roared in unison, their voices echoing in the quiet room, filled with unparalleled determination and fighting spirit!
"Go and rest. Tomorrow we'll start the final sprint." Ling Han waved his hand.

"Subordinates resign!"

In the following days, the entire Beast God Pavilion entered a state of orderly preparation for battle.

Various cultivation resources were poured into the Dawn Team at an unprecedented pace. Medicinal liquids personally prepared by the Elder of the Pharmacy, top-grade medicinal herbs that could accelerate soul power recovery, and physical and mental training programs tailored specifically for each of them were continuously delivered.

Their training is no longer limited to teamwork, but also includes a lot of individual pushing of limits.

Qi Xue would occasionally step in personally to simulate the pressure and attack patterns of a Title Douluo, allowing them to get used to that despairing pressure in advance.

Although they were "crushed" and left in a sorry state each time, every struggle and resistance tempered their will and adaptability.

Ling Han never showed himself again, but everyone could feel an invisible gaze constantly watching them. His presence was the greatest impetus and pressure.

During this period, the four halls and the three halls of Holy Dragon, Rock Antelope and Sparrow Peak also sent their most elite disciples to take turns to conduct high-intensity combat drills with the Dawn Team.

These "sparring partners," given the huge difference in strength, naturally lost more often than they won. However, their different martial spirit characteristics and fighting styles brought the Dawn Team a wealth of practical experience, greatly enhancing their ability to deal with various unexpected situations.

The tacit understanding between the seven people has been elevated to a level of near telepathy under such intense training and pressure.

Often, with just a glance from Tang Ya, Ning Rongrong's buff would land precisely; as soon as the sound of Xiao Xiao's flute began, Hu Yanli knew it was time to press forward; the location where Dugu Yan's poisonous mist spread was inevitably the place Ye Lingling's healing aura deliberately avoided.

They named themselves "Dawn," and at this moment, they themselves are like a sharp sword that is constantly accumulating strength and sharpening its edge in the darkest hour before dawn, waiting for the moment when the sun breaks through to shine on the world!

The night before departure.

After the seven finished their final joint training session, they took a bath and changed clothes, then gathered outside the side hall where Ling Han usually handled his affairs.

The palace doors slid open silently, and Ling Han's figure appeared in the doorway. He still had that same cold demeanor that never changed, but when his gaze swept over the seven people who were full of energy and whose auras were as deep as an abyss, there seemed to be a slight, almost imperceptible fluctuation in the depths of his icy eyes.

"How are the preparations going?" he asked casually.

"Reporting to the Pavilion Master, the team is ready!" Tang Ya stepped forward, her voice firm and resolute, representing the determination of the entire team.

(End of this chapter)