Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She could clearly feel the coldness and anger emanating from Tang San at that moment.

Tang San suddenly turned his head to look at Cinderella, his voice hoarse from suppressing his emotions: "Sister, tell me, what makes him so special?"

Cinderella opened her mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but found herself at a loss for words.

She naturally knew why Tang Hao did this.

It was nothing more than hatred, fear, and the shadow of the Spirit Hall hanging over him.

He feared that they would be exposed to the public too early, and that their talents would be revealed and lead to their deaths.

But Cinderella couldn't say.

These things were clearly not something she could know given her status, and revealing them now would only increase Tang San's burden and potentially bring unforeseen trouble, offering no benefit whatsoever.

Looking into Tang San's eyes, which were almost spitting fire with anger and confusion, Cinderella took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions in her heart, and forced a gentle, reassuring smile onto her face.

She reached out and gently grasped Tang San's hand, which was trembling slightly and had white knuckles from clenching his fist.

"The mistress." Her voice was very soft, with a cautious tone of comfort.

"Don't be angry. Perhaps he has his own reasons."

She could feel Tang San's hand beneath her palm suddenly stiffen, his muscles taut like iron.

Difficulties?

These two words were like a needle, gently piercing the dam of anger in Tang San's heart. But what surged out was not understanding, but a deeper sense of frustration and a feeling of powerlessness with nowhere to vent.

He abruptly turned his head away, not wanting Cinderella to see the barely contained ferocity in his eyes.

Chapter 193 Heading to Wuhun City

Difficulties?

What hardship could make him so rudely block others from becoming stronger?

What hardship could drive him to use such a humiliating method, to crush himself with absolute power?

These questions churned and surged wildly in Tang San's mind, almost bursting out of his throat.

But he can't.

He couldn't vent these negative emotions on his sister.

Under the moonlight, Cinderella's delicate face, etched with worry, was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing most of the anger in Tang San's heart, leaving only heavy embers smoldering.

He couldn't let her worry.

His sister was the only person in the world who truly cared for him and made him feel warm. All his efforts and all his forbearance had only one purpose: to protect her and ensure that she could always be safe and happy.

If his anger caused his sister to show such a worried expression, then he would be the biggest jerk.

Tang San squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving violently as he forced the anger and humiliation that threatened to tear him apart back to the deepest recesses of his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, the crimson and violence in them had faded, leaving only a weary calm, but beneath that calm lay an unfathomable coldness.

He took Cinderella's hand in his own, and the cool, soft touch calmed his racing heart a little.

Tang San's voice was a little hoarse, but he deliberately kept it very soft: "I understand, sister."

He paused, as if feeling that those three words weren't enough, and added, "I won't do anything reckless. Don't worry."

He won't leave Notting College, at least not now.

Looking into Tang San's eyes, which were forcibly suppressing all emotions and left only with cold calmness, Cinderella felt no worry, but rather a secret sense of satisfaction.

She understood Tang San; the calmer he appeared, the bigger the knot in his heart and the deeper the repression he felt.

This shows that the fragile bridge of father-son affection in Tang San's heart is breaking inch by inch under Tang Hao's merciless pressure and tyranny.

The larger the crack, the easier it is for her to fill it with her own image.

It made him disappointed in Tang Hao, alienated him from his so-called father, and caused him to focus all his emotional dependence and trust on himself alone.

Make him her complete possession, her strongest shield and sharpest blade in this cold world.

As her thoughts raced, Cinderella's face revealed just the right amount of heartache and comfort.

She reached out her other hand and gently covered Tang San's clenched fist, her fingertips softly brushing against his tense knuckles, trying to gradually ease the tension.

"Don't think about it anymore, mistress." Her voice was soft and gentle, with a magical power to soothe any agitation.

"Let's go back first."

As Tang San felt the soft touch on the back of her hand and the undisguised concern in Cinderella's words, the raging anger in his chest was finally forcibly suppressed, turning into a heavy lump that accumulated in the deepest part of his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked at Cinderella. Her usually clear blue eyes were now reflecting the faint moonlight, and they held only his image.

This stirred a ripple in his heart.

At least, he still has his sister.

In this world, the only person he needs to care about is his sister.

Tang San nodded and said nothing more, letting Cinderella lead him by the hand and walk towards the dormitory.

……

The qualifying rounds and preliminary rounds of the Soul Master Tournament concluded after a month.

Meanwhile, on the official road leading from the Heaven Dou Empire to Wuhun City, carriages rumbled and horses neighed.

The teams representing the Heaven Dou Empire in the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, along with representatives of the royal family, formed a grand convoy.

In the center of the caravan, inside a particularly ornate carriage pulled by four magnificent horses, the atmosphere was far from pleasant.

Prince Xue Qinghe, or rather Qian Renxue, sat alone by the window.

The carriage was covered with thick plush carpets, and calming incense burned in the corners. Delicate pastries and warm tea were laid out on the coffee table.

But none of this could dispel the gloom in Qian Renxue's heart at this moment.

Her gaze, peering through the slightly swaying curtains of the carriage window, fell upon the smaller carriage outside, which was also marked with royal insignia. Inside sat Snow White and Lin Wan.

The Snow Night Emperor's intentions were so clear they were nauseating.

Qian Renxue could almost imagine what that old man was planning. He had his eye on Lin Wan's monstrous talent and potential, and wanted to use Snow White as a bond to firmly tie this rising star to the Heavenly Dou Royal Family's war machine.

Her hands, resting on her knees, clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. Her refined face, which she had disguised as Xue Qinghe, was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

How old is Bai Xue? She's still a child!

She should be cultivating and growing without any worries, instead of being pushed into this dirty arena of power at such a young age and being used as a tool by this damned snowy night!

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue became even angrier.

She leaned against the soft interior wall of the carriage, closed her eyes, and tried to calm her turbulent emotions through breathing exercises, but to little avail. Her mind kept replaying the calculating face of the Snow Emperor and the innocent, pure face of Snow White.

These two images intertwined, like fine needles pricking her, making her restless.

"Damn snowy night..." Qian Renxue couldn't help but curse in her heart again, her clenched fist slowly loosening, but her fingertips were still icy cold.

In stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere inside Qian Renxue's carriage, the atmosphere in the slightly smaller royal carriage in front was much more relaxed.

The curtains on the car window were held up by an exquisite silver hook, and the warm afternoon sun shone in, casting bright spots of light on the softly cushioned interior.

Snow White sat by the window, watching the fields and forests rushing past outside, her clear eyes reflecting the flowing light.

Lin Wan sat opposite her, leaning against a soft cushion, her posture somewhat languid, as if she were resting with her eyes closed, or perhaps simply daydreaming.

The sound of the wheels rolling over the road was monotonous and regular, and the carriage was quiet for a while.

"How much longer until we reach Wuhun City?" Lin Wan suddenly asked, her eyes still closed, her voice carrying a hint of languor typical of a long journey.

Snow White turned her gaze away from the window, thought for a moment, and replied, "At our current speed, if there are no unexpected delays along the way, we should arrive before dusk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage returned to silence.

Chapter 194 Escape

Star City.

Dai Mubai stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in his palace. Outside the window, the lights of Xingluo City were just coming on, and the dazzling lights outlined the prosperous silhouette of this imperial capital.

But beneath this prosperity lurks an undercurrent powerful enough to devour him.

He held a note in his hand; the handwriting on it was messy but clearly conveyed a message that made his heart race.

Davis and his core followers have confirmed that they have completely left Xingluo City and gone to Wuhun City to prepare for the competition.

He pressed hard with his fingertips, crushing the strip of paper into powder, letting it fall through his fingers.

An opportunity! This was the best opportunity he had been waiting for!

Davis's absence from Xingluo City was like the removal of the biggest mountain weighing on his head. The suffocating surveillance that had been constantly on him would inevitably be greatly reduced. No one would be watching his every move, day and night, in such meticulous detail, anymore.

Now or never!

Without any hesitation, Dai Mubai took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement and tension in his chest, and called out in a low voice to the empty shadows of the palace: "Huo An!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable determination.

A figure appeared silently behind him like a ghost, kneeling on one knee. The newcomer was tall and broad-shouldered. Even in a respectful posture, one could feel the explosive power contained beneath his clothes. His aura was deep and stoic, like a lurking lion.

It was Huo An, a Soul Emperor guard with the Fiery Lion Martial Soul, who was arranged by the Star Luo Royal Family to protect Dai Mubai.

"Your Highness." Huo An's voice was as deep and hoarse as ever, carrying the composure of someone who has weathered many storms.

Dai Mubai turned around, his sharp gaze landing on Huo An. Without any hesitation, he gave the order: "Get ready. We're leaving Xingluo immediately."

Huo An's expression remained calm and unfazed, as if he had long anticipated this day. He simply nodded silently and replied, "Yes."

He didn't ask where they were going, why, or try to dissuade them. As a guard, he only needed to carry out orders, especially at a time when the prince's life was at stake.

Dai Mubai said no more. All his belongings—valuable items, life-saving items, and the precious pills given to him by Ge Duo—had already been categorized and stored in his personal storage soul tool. Apart from the clothes he wore, there was nothing left in this magnificent palace for him to linger in or to tidy up.

Time slipped away in silence, the lights outside the window gradually thinned, and the bustling city slowly sank into slumber. The night, like thick ink, spread out, enveloping Xingluo City in a veil of tranquility.

When the moon was high in the sky and all was quiet, Dai Mubai and Huo An exchanged a glance and moved in tacit agreement.

"Let's go!" Dai Mubai shouted in a low voice, and took the lead towards the side gate of the palace leading to the outer courtyard.

Huo An followed silently, like the most loyal shadow.