Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

acquiescence.

He tacitly approved of Dai Mubai's behavior.

Perhaps, in his heart, the heir of Xingluo should possess the ruthlessness and courage to tear a path to survival in dire straits. Whether one stays in the country and advances step by step, or goes far away to seek help from abroad, as long as one becomes stronger and brings ultimate benefits, the process is not important.

Dai Mubai's choice, though unconventional, is also a form of test.

Let him go.

Fight against the heavens, struggle, and become stronger.

As for whether Jackie Chan will ultimately become a dragon or a worm, whether he can come back alive, and whether he will truly be qualified to challenge Davis...

A cold glint flashed in Dai Tianfeng's eyes.

That depends on his own fate.

……

In the Hall of Offerings in Wuhun City, in Qian Renxue's quiet room.

Qian Renxue had shed her disguise as Xue Qinghe and revealed her true appearance. Her long golden hair flowed like sunlight, but her beautiful face was shrouded in an unyielding gloom and weariness.

Returning to Wuhun City meant that she had to face that woman, Pope Bibi Dong, once again.

Her fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table, making a dull thud. Qian Renxue's mind was in turmoil.

She had no doubt that Bibi Dong already knew that Snow White had come to Wuhun City with her this time.

"There's no escaping it..." Qian Renxue murmured to herself, her voice slightly hoarse.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all the pent-up frustration and resistance in her chest. A resolute glint flashed in her golden eyes.

Yes, she had to see Bibi Dong first.

Before that woman takes the initiative to approach Bai Xue, or does anything unpredictable, she needs to sound her out first and draw an invisible line. Even if that line might be incredibly fragile in front of Bibi Dong.

After composing herself, Qian Renxue walked out of the quiet room with steady steps toward the Papal Palace, which symbolized the highest power of the Spirit Hall and also held the most of her cold memories.

The Papal Palace remained empty and solemn, with light filtering through the tall stained-glass windows and casting colorful yet cold shadows on the floor.

Bibi Dong sat high on her throne, her face beneath the purple-gold crown both beautiful and majestic. She seemed to have anticipated Qian Renxue's arrival, for the moment she stepped into the hall, her deep purple eyes fell upon her, scrutinizing her and with a hint of barely perceptible amusement.

"You're back." Bibi Dong's voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the hall and bowed slightly: "Your Holiness, I have come to confirm Bai Xue's subsequent cultivation plan."

Bibi Dong's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, producing a rhythmic sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall.

"Oh? You're getting carried away with your concern. Since I've already promised, I naturally won't go back on my word. Didn't I already hand over the initial basic refinement and soul ring selection plan to you?"

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through Qian Renxue's feigned composure.

"Or is it that what you're really worried about isn't cultivation itself, but that I'll have too much contact with her?"

Qian Renxue's heart tightened suddenly.

In Bibi Dong's presence, her thoughts always seemed to be laid bare. "She is my daughter. I don't want any unnecessary factors to interfere with her growth, nor do I want anyone to disturb her."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

“Unnecessary factors? Disturbance?” She slowly repeated these two words, then suddenly changed the subject, her voice becoming a few decibels lower.

"Qian Renxue, don't forget, the reason she can cultivate her twin martial souls safely is because of whose experience she's relying on. I'm her nominal teacher, so isn't it only natural for me to care about my student's progress?"

Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, looking directly at Qian Renxue below the stage.

"Moreover, I am indeed quite curious about this child who possesses a six-winged angel martial soul and is also a twin martial soul. I really want to see with my own eyes how far she can go."

"Your Holiness the Pope..." Qian Renxue wanted to say something more.

"Enough." Bibi Dong interrupted her, her tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Do what you're supposed to do. As for when and how I see that child, that's my prerogative. Just remember our agreement."

She waved her hand, signaling Qian Renxue to step back, clearly not intending to continue the topic.

"During the Soul Master Competition, I want to ensure that the identity of Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou, is maintained. I don't want any mishaps. You may leave."

Qian Renxue stood there, her chest heaving, but ultimately she couldn't say anything. She knew that arguing any further was pointless and might only anger Bibi Dong, leading to even more uncontrollable consequences.

She gazed deeply at the indifferent figure on the throne, her eyes filled with a complex and unfathomable expression that ultimately turned into a silent, icy wasteland. She bowed again, then turned, straightened her back, and walked out of the Papal Palace step by step.

Watching Qian Renxue's departing figure, a complex light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. Leaning back on her throne, her fingertips unconsciously caressed the cold gem at the top of the scepter.

snow White……

Bibi Dong was indeed curious. She wondered what the child with Qian Renxue's bloodline would look like.

I'm curious about just how talented that child is.

She was even more curious about the impact this child's arrival would have on Qian Renxue, the Spirit Hall, and even herself.

A mixture of disgust, curiosity, and a tiny, almost imperceptible stirring within her, which even Bibi Dong herself was unwilling to acknowledge, gradually spread through her heart.

"We'll meet again someday..."

Bibi Dong's whispers echoed in the empty hall, eventually fading into silence.

Chapter 197 Lin Wan and Snow White

As the holy land of all soul masters on the continent, Wuhun City is indeed worthy of its reputation. Although it is not as prosperous and bustling as Tiandou City, nor as full of iron-blooded and murderous aura as Xingluo City, it has its own unique temperament of solemnity, dignity and vigorous progress.

The towering city walls are built of huge white stones, smooth as a mirror, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The city streets are wide and clean, and well-planned. Soul Masters dressed in the uniforms of the Spirit Hall can be seen patrolling everywhere, maintaining perfect order.

The most eye-catching feature is naturally the magnificent architectural complex in the city center, built against the mountainside: the Papal Palace, the Douluo Palace, and the Offering Palace. Layer upon layer, they reach into the sky, symbolizing the supreme power and strength of the Spirit Hall, inspiring awe in all who behold them.

We have been in Wuhun City for two days.

The finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament did not begin immediately.

As is customary, all participating teams will have a few days to adjust and adapt after arrival. Apart from the draw ceremony to determine the competition schedule, there are no other official arrangements during these days.

Therefore, the streets of Wuhun City are now filled with many young soul masters dressed in various academy uniforms, exuding a powerful aura.

They came from all corners of the continent and gathered here at this moment, curiously looking at this legendary city. The air was filled with an undercurrent of excitement and tension, unique to the eve of a major competition.

Lin Wan walked unhurriedly along a bustling commercial street in Wuhun City, her hands in her pockets.

He was dressed in a simple black outfit today, which made his figure look even more upright. Although his face was expressionless, his calm demeanor as a strong person and his outstanding appearance still attracted the attention of many passersby.

Snow White followed half a step to his side.

She changed out of her usual long palace dress and into a more practical moon-white casual outfit. Her long golden hair was simply tied back, making her appear less dignified and more youthful and lively. Her clear eyes, filled with curiosity, surveyed the shops on both sides of the street.

The two walked side by side. Although they didn't talk much, their natural understanding and outstanding appearance and temperament made them stand out in the crowd, like a moving landscape.

“There are a lot of people.” Lin Wan’s gaze swept over the bustling crowd on the street as she stated this in a calm tone.

Snow White nodded gently: "Yes, they are all Soul Masters who came to watch the competition or participate in it."

Her voice was still cool and clear, but it seemed more relaxed than when she was in the palace or in the carriage.

This commercial street sells a wide variety of things, including various snacks and handicrafts, but mostly items related to Soul Masters.

Weapon shops, armor shops, medicine shops, and even stalls that specialize in selling soul beast bones, furs, or special ores are everywhere.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and soul masters discussing the competition and soul skills mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Lin Wan showed little interest in most things. His gaze lingered more on shops that sold rare metals or special materials. He would occasionally go in for a quick look, but would soon come out again, clearly not finding anything that could excite him.

Snow White, on the other hand, found everything novel and fascinating.

That's understandable. She came into this world as a princess of the Heaven Dou Empire, living a life of luxury and having everything she needed. However, in Heaven Dou City, most of her time was occupied by a strict training schedule.

She was either meditating in the inner courtyard of the palace or familiarizing herself with soul skills in the royal hunting grounds. Occasionally, she would attend court banquets. Everything she saw and heard was always proper and orderly. She had never been like this before, leisurely strolling through the bustling city streets like an ordinary girl.

Snow White's gaze was quickly drawn to a sugar-blowing stall. The stall owner was a nimble middle-aged man; with swift fingers, a small piece of warm sugar syrup transformed into a lifelike little rabbit and a big tiger. Snow White stopped, her clear eyes fixed on the amber-colored sugar syrup, which seemed to come alive in the artist's hands.

"Want some?" Lin Wan noticed her gaze and asked casually. He wasn't interested in such sweet things, but Snow White seemed quite interested.

Snow White hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently, pointing to the newly formed, crystal-clear little swan: "That one."

Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible expectation, as if she were afraid of being rejected, or as if she felt a little ashamed of her sudden desire, which was not in line with her princess status.

Lin Wan didn't say anything, but simply took out a few copper soul coins and handed them to the stall owner. The stall owner happily accepted them and carefully presented the sugar swan to Snow White.

Snow White stretched out her fair fingers and carefully took it. She looked down at the delicate little swan in her palm. The syrup shimmered enticingly in the sunlight, and she could even smell a pure, sweet aroma of malt.

She hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked it.

So sweet.

A simple, direct sweetness, so different from the delicate but restrained court pastries she usually ate, exploded on her taste buds. She couldn't resist licking it again, her eyes curving slightly like two crescent moons.

She turned her head and gave Lin Wan a sweet, innocent smile: "It's very sweet."

Lin Wan smiled as she looked at her satisfied expression.

Snow White seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Holding the sugar swan in one hand, she continued walking forward, her gaze drawn to the stalls selling clay figurines, painted masks, and even displaying all sorts of strange and unusual minerals.

She stopped in front of a jewelry stall. Most of the items on the stall weren't made of expensive materials; they were mostly bracelets and necklaces made of dyed seashells and polished ordinary stones. But under the sunlight, they looked colorful and had a unique rustic charm.

"Girl, come and take a look! These are all good stuff, and they're cheap!" The stall owner, a friendly middle-aged woman, immediately greeted her upon seeing Snow White's extraordinary demeanor.

Snow White's gaze fell upon a bracelet made of interwoven pale blue and white seashells. The design was simple, yet refreshing. She reached out and gently touched the cool seashells with her fingertips.

"If you like it, just buy it," Lin Wan's voice rang out from beside him. He could tell that she was somewhat tempted by the simple bracelet.

Snow White shook her head, lowered her hand, and said softly, "No need, just look."

Lin Wan glanced at her but didn't try to persuade her further. He probably understood what she was thinking. He didn't say anything more, just silently paid and took the seashell bracelet from the stall owner.

"Here you go." He handed the bracelet to Snow White.

Chapter 198 Not Disliked

Not far away, in the shadows of the crowd, a tall and slender figure stood quietly.

Bibi Dong finally couldn't resist her curiosity and came out.

She wore an unassuming dark purple casual outfit, the wide hood obscuring most of her face, revealing only her beautifully shaped jawline and a touch of pale lips. She concealed all her aura, appearing like an ordinary passerby, yet her gaze pierced through the crowd, landing precisely on the girl with black hair and black eyes.