Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

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The news that Lin Wan had broken through to level 50 and become a fifteen-year-old Soul King swept through the upper echelons of Heaven Dou City like a hurricane without warning.

Upon hearing this news, almost all forces reacted with disbelief, followed by indescribable shock, and then a sense of gravity and calculation that quickly spread.

The fifteen-year-old Soul King.

These six words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, as if carrying a thousand pounds. This was beyond the realm of genius; it was a prodigy, a monster, a miracle never before seen in the history of Douluo Continent.

This means that as long as Lin Wan doesn't die prematurely, he is destined to stand at the pinnacle of the continent and become an unparalleled Douluo whose every stomp will shake the world.

Inside the Imperial Study of the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace.

On a snowy night, the Emperor dismissed all his attendants and sat alone behind his large desk.

He held a detailed report about Lin Wan in his hand, which clearly recorded Lin Wan's age, martial spirit, and terrifying soul power level.

He read quickly, but every word struck his heart like a hammer.

The bright sunlight outside the window illuminated his aged yet still dignified face.

But his inner world was far from as calm as it appeared.

"A fifteen-year-old Soul King..." Emperor Xueye repeated these words in a low voice, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the smooth tabletop, making a soft, clear sound that was particularly distinct in the quiet study.

He already knew that Lin Wan was exceptionally talented, was Eva's nephew, and was the most dazzling rising star of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy in recent years.

But he never expected that the boy's growth rate would be so terrifying.

what does this mean?

Emperor Xueye understood this better than anyone else. This meant that for the next few decades, or even centuries, the Heavenly Dou Empire would have a colossus powerful enough to suppress the fate of the nation.

However, this also means a huge uncertainty.

Lin Wan, his surname is Lin, not Xue. He is merely Queen Eva's nephew and has no direct blood relation to the Tian Dou royal family.

Such talent and potential, if not firmly bound to the Heavenly Dou Royal Family's chariot, would be a great misfortune for the royal family. It could even become a hidden danger that shakes the foundation of the nation.

Emperor Xueye frowned deeply, lost in thought for a long time.

We must win him over completely, at all costs.

Previously, he had never considered making Bai Xue the crown prince.

How can a woman inherit the throne and govern this vast empire?

No matter how gifted she was, in Emperor Xueye's deeply ingrained belief, the throne ultimately belonged to a man.

But at this moment, seeing Lin Wan's name in the report, Emperor Xueye's thoughts wavered for the first time.

Bai Xue… was his daughter, with royal blood flowing through her veins. She was exceptionally talented, strikingly beautiful, and, more importantly, close in age to Lin Wan, and their relationship seemed fairly amicable…

What if... what if Shirayuki were made Crown Princess?

Once this thought arose, it grew wildly in the heart of the Snow Night Emperor like weeds.

Establish Bai Xue as heir apparent, and then betroth Bai Xue to Lin Wan.

Lin Wan then became the son-in-law of the Heavenly Dou Empire and one of the future emperors.

His offspring will inherit both royal blood and Lin Wan's bloodline, so their talent is self-evident.

This will not only completely bind Lin Wan, the future peerless Douluo, to the royal family, but also greatly improve the talents of the royal descendants.

This is a brilliant and flawless plan that achieves multiple goals at once!

Emperor Xueye's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his breathing became slightly more rapid.

He seemed to already see the Heavenly Dou Royal Family becoming even more glorious and powerful in the future because of this perfect couple.

As for Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, a complex look flashed in Emperor Xue Ye's eyes.

His son was exceptionally capable, composed, and managed the affairs of the empire with great efficiency, which always satisfied him.

But ultimately, his talent was too poor, and compared to the enormous benefits that the union of Lin Wan and Bai Xue could bring, an excellent crown prince seemed to be something that could be sacrificed.

For the future of the empire, some adjustments are necessary.

Emperor Xueye slowly leaned back in his chair, a hint of coldness and decisiveness unique to emperors flashing in his eyes.

He needs to carefully plan how to smoothly advance this matter. Changing the heir apparent is a major event and cannot be rushed, but some groundwork can begin now.

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The Crown Prince's residence, study.

Qian Renxue, or rather, Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe, dismissed her attendants and sat alone at her desk.

She had just finished a day of administrative work, and her face showed some fatigue—the kind of fatigue that belonged to Xue Qinghe.

But when Qian Renxue opened the secret letter from the Spirit Hall, delivered through a clandestine channel, the gentleness and composure that belonged to the Crown Prince vanished instantly, leaving only a cold sharpness in her eyes.

The letter was written by Bibi Dong herself.

The content is very simple, with only one core element: Lin Wan.

In the letter, Bibi Dong directly inquired about the relationship between this suddenly appearing fifteen-year-old Soul King and them.

Are they friends, enemies, or completely unrelated?

Between the lines, there is an undisguised murderous intent.

In her letter, Bibi Dong clearly stated that her future goal is to establish a Martial Soul Empire, at which time both Star Luo and Heaven Dou will be obstacles that must be cleared away.

She could ignore ordinary geniuses, but Lin Wan's talent was so high that it made her feel threatened.

In Bibi Dong's view, a fifteen-year-old Soul King meant that Lin Wan was very likely to obtain the qualification of divine inheritance in the future, just like her.

If Lin Wan had no connection with the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong would never have allowed such a potential and powerful enemy to grow.

She will stop at nothing to completely eliminate it before it has fully risen to power.

Chapter 189 Pleasing to the Eye

"Eliminate them before they're gone..."

Qian Renxue felt a slight chill at her fingertips as she looked at those words.

She already knew about Lin Wan's breakthrough.

A Soul King at the age of fifteen—even she couldn't achieve that back then.

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Was it jealousy? Astonishment? Or... a hint of doubt about his own choice?

She infiltrated Tiandou for over a decade, working tirelessly and cautiously, paying a price that most people could not imagine.

Yet a boy with no background, in an almost arrogant manner, reached a height that she had never achieved.

If... if she hadn't chosen to go undercover and instead stayed in the Spirit Hall to focus on her cultivation, what would her life be like now, given her talent?

This thought, like a venomous snake, gnawed at Qian Renxue's heart, causing her to momentarily lose her composure and waver.

But she quickly suppressed this inappropriate emotion.

There's no turning back now; she's already paid too high a price, and there's no way out.

She turned her gaze back to the secret letter.

What is Lin Wan's relationship with them?

The image of Queen Eva's beautiful yet unfathomable face appeared in Qian Renxue's mind.

They had made an agreement long ago.

Lin Wan is Eva's nephew; that's his public identity.

Regardless of Eva's true purpose, at least for now, Lin Wan belongs to their side, to the power secretly controlled by the Spirit Hall.

With that thought in mind, Qian Renxue no longer hesitated.

She spread out specially made letter paper, dipped her pen in ink, and began to reply.

She explained to Bibi Dong in detail the kinship between Lin Wan and Eva, as well as Eva's current status and influence within the palace.

She made it clear that Lin Wan belongs to her forces, is completely controllable at least at this stage, and has huge potential, making her worthy of being nurtured and invested in, rather than eliminated.

After writing the last word, Qian Renxue put down her pen, gently blew the ink dry, and carefully sealed the letter.

After doing all this, she leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Outside the window, dusk was approaching, and the afterglow of the setting sun painted the horizon a magnificent orange-red.

Qian Renxue gazed at the magnificent sunset, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

What kind of changes will Lin Wan, this suddenly rising young man, bring to this continent and to her plans?

she does not know.

All she knew was that the game of chess before her had become more complex and more interesting because of this chess piece that had suddenly become incredibly dazzling.

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The eye of ice and fire.

The red and blue spring waters still flowed clearly in their distinct colors, and the misty fog enveloped the valley like a dream.

A year is but a fleeting moment for this natural wonder. But for those within it, it is enough time for many changes to occur.

Ning Rongrong, dressed in a light green knee-length dress, sat on the edge of the warm jade platform, her fair legs swaying gently in the air.

She held an unidentified blade of grass in her hand, idly fiddling with a plant emitting a soft blue light beside the jade platform.

“Auntie Geduo, this plant seems a little brighter than when I last came here.”

Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at the figure standing in front of the crystal house not far away, her voice carrying a hint of intimacy that she herself did not realize.

Ge Duo turned around, her deep purple skirt swaying in a slight arc.

Her face was expressionless, but when her deep green eyes fell on Ning Rongrong, the usual aloofness seemed to fade a little.

"Hmm, the energy from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire is somewhat beneficial to it."

Gedo's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. She stepped forward, her pale fingers gently brushing across the leaves, the movement seemingly casual, yet precisely avoiding the most energetic leaf core.