Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, sat on the other side of the VIP section. Her gentle face was filled with undisguised pride, but deep in her eyes, a complex emotion flashed.

In the audience, Xiao Wu stared wide-eyed, her pink eyes filled with shock.

"Level 64...that's too outrageous..." she murmured, her voice carrying an indescribable complexity.

Lan Fo'er, standing to the side, was quite composed. Her long, sea-blue hair gleamed under the light, and a lazy smile played on her lips: "Losing to someone like this is not shameful."

Xiao Wu glanced at her, then suddenly smiled and said, "That's true."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm was unusually quiet, its golden shadow huddled in a corner, uttering no sound.

The icy snow lotus swayed gently, and a clear, cold voice echoed in the mind's sea: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

After a long silence, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm finally spoke softly, "I was thinking... if I had become her Wisdom Soul Ring back then, would I have become a god by now..."

Ice Crystal Snow Lotus: "..."

She couldn't be bothered with this dreamy guy.

In the area of ​​Blazing Fire Academy, Huo Wushuang leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his short, crimson hair standing on end.

He stared at the white figure on the stage, remained silent for a long time, and then let out a soft breath.

"The gap is too big," he said softly, his tone devoid of resentment, only a sense of relief.

Huo Wu didn't speak, she just nodded.

Feng Xiaotian, standing to the side, was unusually quiet. His short silver hair gleamed coldly under the lights, and his eyes behind the mask were fixed on the arena.

Leah sat beside him, her red hair cascading over her shoulders like flames, her amber eyes calm as still water.

She looked at the white figure, a very faint smile curving her lips.

Very strong.

But she will not admit defeat.

Feng Xiaotian stole a glance at her and saw the smile on her lips, which made his heart beat faster.

On the arena, Snow White turned around and walked towards the exit.

Rapunzel and Ning Rongrong followed behind, chattering away.

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Shi Mo, and Aos Luo walked at the back, their steps steady despite being covered in wounds.

Her long, moon-white hair swayed gently under the lights, and her clear eyes reflected the dazzling lights on the arena's dome.

She won.

But this is only the beginning.

……

Although the match was over, the people in the stands were still whispering and excitedly discussing the one-sided yet spectacular duel.

"A level 64 Soul Emperor, single-handedly shattered the Spirit Hall's Spirit Fusion Technique, how can they possibly compete with that?"

"Star Luo Royal Academy is going to face the Spirit Hall Academy team tomorrow? I doubt it. The Spirit Hall has four Soul Kings, while Star Luo has three, but their overall strength is still a step behind."

"Needless to say? The Heaven Dou Royal Academy's championship is basically secured. The next step is to see who takes second or third place between Star Luo and Spirit Hall."

Discussions rose and fell, but almost everyone was surprisingly in agreement: the championship of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy was no longer in doubt.

After all, although the Star Luo Royal Academy team has an excellent lineup, it is still one point inferior to the Spirit Hall Academy team.

The Spirit Hall Academy team has four Soul Kings: Xie Yue, Hu Liena, Yan, and Florian, all of whom are top-tier combatants above level 50. The remaining three members are all Soul Masters who are close to becoming Soul Kings.

On the Star Luo Royal Academy side, Davis is level 51, Zhu Zhuyun is level 49, Pinocchio is level 52, Levin is level 53, and the remaining Ying Wei, Tang Hongning, and Li Yang, although they are all Soul Masters, are indeed inferior to the Spirit Hall in terms of the overall number of Soul Kings and the depth of their lineup.

If the Spirit Hall lost, how could the Star Luo Sect possibly win?

Therefore, although tomorrow's match between Xingluo and Wuhun Hall is scheduled in the finals, in everyone's mind, it is just a match to determine the runner-up and third place.

The true champion has been crowned today.

Night was falling.

One by one, the lights in Wuhun City lit up, adorning this ancient city like a reflection of a galaxy.

Inside the hotel where Xingluo Royal Academy was staying, the corridors were quiet, and most of the room lights were off.

But the light in one room was still on.

Inside the room, two figures sat facing each other.

One is Pinocchio.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his short brown hair a little messy, with a piece of dried fruit he'd somehow acquired dangling from his mouth. He chewed it while muttering to himself, his facial expressions as varied as if he were performing a monologue.

"That's outrageous! That's absolutely outrageous!"

Pinocchio chewed the dried fruit with a crunching sound, his voice filled with a complex emotion that was hard to describe as either a complaint or a sigh.

"What makes Snow White so amazing?! How can she be so powerful?! Level 64! Soul Emperor! And she's only fifteen! We've worked so hard to cultivate for so many years, and we can't even catch up to her!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and the dried fruit in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

"Tell me, how come there's such a huge gap between us summoned people? Cinderella fought tooth and nail to reach level 51, Leah is also level 51, I'm level 52, and you're level 53. Aren't any of them geniuses outside? But compared to Snow White, they're all trash!"

"The Heaven Dou Royal Academy only needs her. We, the Star Luo side, still have to work hard to coordinate, fight tactics, and study the opponent's weaknesses. But she just stands on the stage, her martial soul is activated, and her six spirit rings light up. The other side is in despair."

As Pinocchio spoke, he suddenly sighed, leaned back on the sofa, stared at the ceiling with his brown eyes, and lowered his voice.

"After all that, we can only compete for second place."

Levin sat in the chair opposite him, his short blond hair gleaming softly in the light.

As he listened to Pinocchio's rapid-fire complaints, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his deep eyes.

He didn't interrupt Pinocchio, letting him pour out all his pent-up frustrations.

Only after Pinocchio finally shut up did he slowly speak, his voice low and steady: "Are you done?"

Pinocchio rolled his eyes: "That's all."

Levin picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and then put it down.

His movements were unhurried, carrying an innate composure.

"Snow White is indeed strong, there's no denying that." His tone was calm, as if stating a fact.

"Personally taught by Qian Daoliu, nurtured by the Heavenly Dou royal family with all their resources, he was born with full soul power at level 20, possessed twin martial souls, and cultivated to level 64 at the age of 15. That is truly terrifying."

He paused, a faint self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.

"But besides that, we both know in our hearts that behind all of this, there was also Snow White's hard work."

Pinocchio pursed his lips, wanting to retort, but found himself speechless.

As fairy tale characters summoned by Lin Wan, they are no strangers to Snow White.

They had been communicating with the system through Lin Wanhe for a long time.

Back then, they even joked that Snow White was really lucky to be sent to the Heavenly Dou royal family and become Qian Renxue's daughter, living a life of luxury and abundant resources.

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Pinocchio chewed the dried fruit with a crunching sound, his voice filled with a complex emotion that was hard to describe as either a complaint or a sigh.

"I never expected that they would have both maximum resources and maximum talent. Tell me, where can you even begin to argue with that?"

He leaned back on the sofa, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling, and his voice suddenly lowered, carrying an envy that even he himself didn't realize.

"I wish I had such a good background... If I had been placed in the royal family of some great country back then, would I be level 64 by now? Would I be able to single-handedly defeat seven opponents in the arena?"

Levin looked at him, a helpless smile playing on his lips.

"Dream on."

Pinocchio rolled his eyes, sat up from the sofa, stuffed the half-eaten dried fruit into his mouth, and mumbled, "Can't I even think about it..."

Joking aside, Pinocchio knew perfectly well what was going on.

All the fairy tale characters summoned by Lin Wan had the same talent from the very beginning.

Whether it's him, Levin, Cinderella, Leia, Aurora, or Snow White standing in the ring taking on seven opponents at once...

Everyone starts from the same point.

The seemingly huge gap in soul power level is merely the result of the accumulation of resources, environment, and guidance during the cultivation process.

Snow White has a level 20 innate soul power designed for her by Eva, is personally taught by Qian Daoliu, is nurtured by the resources of the Heaven Dou royal family, has the best cultivation environment, and has the top-level soul ring configuration.

And what about them?

Pinocchio was placed in an ordinary family in the Star Luo Empire, Levin started from scratch, Cinderella grew up in Holy Soul Village, and Leah relied on her own hard work in a place like Blazing Academy...

It's not that they didn't work hard enough, it's that others had a much better start than them.

Pinocchio sighed and banished those chaotic thoughts from his mind.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. What's the point of thinking so much? It's not like I can be reincarnated."

He stood up, brushed the debris off his pants, walked to the window, and opened it.

The night breeze rushed in, ruffling his short brown hair.

In the distance, the lights of Wuhun City twinkled in the night, like a galaxy reflected on the ground.

"There's another match tomorrow," he said softly, his voice carrying a deliberate air of ease.

"If we can't beat the Heavenly Dou, can't we beat the Spirit Hall? So what if there are four Soul Kings? With three of us Soul Kings, plus Davis and Zhu Zhuyun's Netherworld White Tiger, we might be able to put up a fight."

Levin picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said nothing.

But a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

……

the next day.

Sunlight streamed down over the massive Soul Arena in Wuhun City, bathing the entire building in a golden glow.

The stands were packed with people.

Today's match is between Star Luo Royal Academy and Spirit Hall Academy.