Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

He's a master, a god who can curse himself twice with a single sentence. How could he possibly be an existence that a mortal like Tang San could understand?

He took a deep breath and patiently spoke, but his tone was accusatory: "Little San, isn't your Blue Silver Pole Vault good enough? It made you the number one in Notting City. And now you dare to question your teacher?" Upon seeing this, Tang San felt a surge of guilt, as if he were "not even human," and quickly lowered his head to apologize, wishing he could kneel down and kowtow.

Yue Qingge squatted on the tree branch, watching this heartwarming scene of master and disciple affection, and almost couldn't help but laugh.

He swallowed back the sneer, instead silently asking himself, "Mo Yuan, is Tang Wu anywhere around?"

After a long while, Mo Yuan's voice finally came softly: "No." Only then did Yue Qingge completely relax. He didn't want his grand scheme of framing someone to be overturned by a Haotian Douluo before it even began.

Under the tree, Yu Xiaogang's eyes suddenly lit up. He rushed towards a lone bamboo, his fingers trembling, "Wow, Tang San, this is it! This is a golden opportunity!"

Tang San didn't waste any time. He strode forward, grabbed his pole, and unleashed a furious barrage of blows on the bamboo.

After delivering the final blow, he panted heavily, looking at the murky white spirit ring, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

He sat cross-legged and absorbed the soul ring in one smooth motion.

Yu Xiaogang dutifully stood guard from the side, displaying an attitude of "I'll fight anyone who dares to touch my disciple."

On the treetop, Yue Qingge's eyes instantly turned cold. He decisively drew his bow and pulled the string to its full extent.

The moment the bowstring vibrated, a sound exploded through the forest.

The blue arrow tore through space, whistling sharply, and aimed straight for Tang San's heart!

Yu Xiaogang had no time to react. Before he could even see where the arrow came from, the blue afterimage was already reflected in his pupils.

In that life-or-death moment, Tang San felt an unprecedented crisis.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping his entire body, every muscle was trembling, and he couldn't even move a single finger.

His brain was screaming, but his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he could only watch helplessly as death approached.

But what Gu Zhu produced was ultimately just a twenty-year soul ring, which a great soul master could absorb in a second. After all, Gu Zhu never imagined that one day he would be uprooted.

Tang San opened his lips with difficulty and uttered a few words: "Blue Silver Pole Vault!" Two emerald green bamboo shoots instantly sprouted from the ground, lifting him into the air. Blue arrows grazed past his feet, piercing the large tree behind him and exploding into a pile of wood fragments.

Before Tang San could even feel relieved, the arrow had already returned and locked onto his brow once more.

He gritted his teeth, his body twisting like a maggot in mid-air, silently chanting, "Control the crane and capture the dragon!"

He frantically activated his Xuan Tian Gong, trying his best to deflect the arrow's trajectory. But the arrow seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand; he could only manage to deflect it slightly before losing all his strength. The arrow came again.

Yu Xiaogang finally realized what was happening. He looked up at the tree, his voice shrill with fear: "Who's there! Don't you know I'm from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect?"

The only response he received was the rustling of leaves.

Chapter 162 Light and Shadow of Clouds

But Tang San on the other side was about to give up.

His gaze fell on Luo Sanpao, who was standing next to Yu Xiaogang, and the words his teacher had once said flashed through his mind.

"If Sanpao is injured, the injury will disappear, and he will recover in a while." In that instant, there was no more hesitation in his heart. With his feet on the Ghost Shadow Steps and his hands on the Crane Control Dragon Capture technique, he forcefully twisted that deadly arrow toward Luo Sanpao!

Luo Sanpao screamed and was thrown away by the powerful airflow. Like a cannonball, he crashed through several trees and was finally pinned to an old tree trunk, turning into specks of fluorescent light and dissipating.

But the arrow did not disappear.

It turned back again, drawing an arc in mid-air, and then inexplicably dissolved three inches from Tang San's brow, drifting away in the wind.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned. He stared blankly at the spot where Luo Sanpao had disappeared, the color draining from his face little by little, and his lips began to tremble violently.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at Tang San.

In those eyes, there was shock, heartache, anger, and a despair of betrayal.

“The mistress,” his voice trembled.

"You...you've taught you so much, yet you killed my martial soul!" Tang San felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze and took a half-step back. "That arrow...I couldn't dodge it. Besides, isn't Teacher's martial soul capable of resurrection..." "Enough!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose, his finger pointing at Tang San, his eyes red-rimmed:

"What a misfortune for our sect! What a misfortune for our sect!" Yue Qingge on the tree finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He laughed, and his mocking laughter clearly reached their ears.

A blue light curtain descended from the sky, trapping the two of them inside. Yue Qingge leaped down from the tree, followed closely by Qian Renxue and Bai Chenxiang. Their high heels clicked softly on the fallen leaves as they landed. "Hey, Master,"

A slight smile played on Yue Qingge's lips. "You really are a master." Before Yu Xiaogang could even speak, Qian Renxue had already moved. Six dazzling angel wings suddenly unfurled behind her, and a golden waterfall of light cascaded down, dyeing the entire forest in a sacred color.

She held the angelic sword, its blade burning with purifying flames, leaving a small charred mark on the ground with each step she took.

Her gaze changed, replaced by that of an angel with an overwhelming aura.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank sharply: "Impossible! How can there be a six-winged angel? You!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Qian Renxue's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Yu Xiaogang in the next instant.

The holy sword swept across, its light so intense that it left no afterimage.

Yue Qingge gently raised her hand, and a blue energy ball accurately caught up with the flying ball.

With a loud "bang," it was like smashing a ripe watermelon. Yu Xiaogang didn't even have time to recall his life.

Tang San panicked completely. He desperately crashed into the blue light barrier, using Ghost Shadow Step, Jade Hand, and hidden weapon techniques.

But the thin layer of light remained motionless, like a wall he could never climb over.

The sacred fire behind them had already fallen.

Flames bit into his back, his skin instantly charred in the high temperature, and the excruciating pain felt like needles piercing his bone marrow.

Tang San grunted and staggered, but didn't fall. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the last few words: "Blue Silver on Stilts!" Two bamboo poles exploded from the ground, and all the subsequent flames missed their mark. He barely escaped with his life and hadn't even had time to catch his breath.

Qian Renxue folded her wings, enveloping him entirely in a golden feather.

Then, as the wings unfurled once more, countless feathers poured forth, each one burning with the wrath of an angel, piercing through Tang San, who had nowhere to gain leverage in the air.

He was like a punctured kite, falling from mid-air and crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Qian Renxue did not stop. The holy sword twirled in her hand, and amidst the flashing blades, she slowly tore apart the already riddled body.

The subtle sound of the sword slicing through bone played a cruel melody. Finally, she opened her fair palm, and a golden fire lotus condensed within.

As it fell, it burned everything to ashes, leaving only a handful of charred ash.

Her wings folded, and her high heels clicked and clattered in the mud. She turned and walked towards Yue Qingge, her steps light and graceful, as if strolling among flowers, a stark contrast to the murderous figure she had just been.

The cruel look in her eyes faded like the tide, replaced by a holy one. She excitedly grabbed Yue Qingge's arm, practically clinging to it, her golden eyes sparkling as she gazed at him:

"How was it? Did you succeed? Aren't I amazing?"

Yue Qingge ruffled her hair and praised her without reservation: "Great job, as expected of Xiaoxue."

He paused, then tapped her tip again: "It's just that the last Fire Lotus was a bit of a waste. Wouldn't it have been better to leave her with a whole corpse?" Qian Renxue frowned, buried her head in his shoulder, and said sullenly, "Who told him to make you wait so long?"

Yue Qingge chuckled, took out a tattered feather from her bosom, and used her hand to condense a cluster of sacred flames, making the scene even more chaotic.

"We should go back and watch the show."

Yue Qingge narrowed her eyes, a meaningful smile on her face, "I hope Tang Hao's reaction... will be strong."

Bai Chenxiang stayed at the very back the whole time, not daring to utter a single breath.

Watching Qian Renxue kill someone and then act coquettishly, she felt a strange unease. Those golden eyes, which had seemed like a bottomless abyss for a moment, could transform into the gentle spring waters of March when they turned to look at Yue Qingge. It was terrifying.

Bai Chenxiang silently labeled Qian Renxue in her heart: This is an older sister who can burn people to ashes with a smile.

Fearing things might change if they delayed, Yue Qingge silently called out, "Mo Yuan, take us away."

Mo Yuan's soul power enveloped the three of them, like an invisible wind, and they quickly turned back in the direction they came from.

The trees in the forest rushed past on both sides, the wind whistling in their ears. As they passed over the Heavenly Dou Empire, Qian Renxue suddenly raised her hand. Yue Qingge understood and signaled Mo Yuan to slow down.

Qian Renxue turned around, her long golden hair flying in the wind, and sunlight streaming down from behind her, gilding her figure with a layer of golden starlight.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly: "Qingge, I have to go back." She tapped Yue Qingge's heart with her fingertip, "I was very happy when I was with you. Now... it's time to part ways."

She waved her snow-white arm, her golden eyes reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds.

"Goodbye! Don't worry about me, that person... I can contact her anytime." Yue Qingge watched her figure gradually disappear into the distance until the golden hue completely vanished into the clouds before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

Mo Yuan, dressed in black robes, stood to the side. Noticing a fleeting hint of unease in his eyes, she couldn't help but ask softly, "Your Highness, shall we wait for the results, or return directly to Tianshui?"

Yue Qingge pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on the clouds on the horizon. He also wanted to see Haotian Douluo and Angel Douluo fight to the death. Moreover, if Tang Hao didn't appear, he wouldn't mind delivering another blow. "Let's wait and see how things unfold."

Chapter 163 Mo Yuan's Duty

Mo Yuan stood quietly behind him like an orchid growing in the shadows. She waved her hand, creating a shadow, and her soul power enveloped the two of them like a light veil, instantly transporting Yue Qingge to a distant elegant pavilion.

The attic is in an extremely clever location; opening the window allows a perfect view of the distant cluster of buildings of the Spirit Hall, and it is also very well hidden.

Mo Yuan, however, did not appreciate the scenery outside the window.

She went to the bedside, bent down and started making the bed, smoothing out the brocade quilt little by little with her hands.

She figured that even if news spread quickly, it still needed time to build up. She'd probably have to stay here tonight.

In her spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, Xue Di stood on a blue icy sea, her arms slowly crossed in front of her chest, coldly watching Mo Yuan's every move.

Yue Qingge withdrew her gaze, shook her head, and watched Mo Yuan's retreating figure. She had already taken off her black robe, and the close-fitting leather garment was perfectly stretched by her breasts, the round and full curves like a ripe peach, trembling slightly with her movements.

Only in front of Yue Qingge could Mo Yuan be so casual. Yue Qingge's Adam's apple bobbed as she walked towards her, her footsteps making a dull thud on the wooden floor.

Mo Yuan heard the footsteps but didn't turn around. She was supporting herself on the bed with her knees, rubbing the crease with her fingertips twice to make sure it was completely smooth before squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

When she looked up, Yue Qingge was already behind her.

The hand rose, stirring a gentle breeze, and then a sharp "smack" suddenly exploded in the silent room.

Those plump buttocks instantly rippled with waves of flesh, swaying in the air, the waves spreading out in circles, catching the eye of the moon.

Mo Yuan's body stiffened for a moment; the blow that hit her buttocks felt like it had struck something much deeper.

She could feel that patch of snow-white skin burning, a burning sensation that wasn't pain, but rather a kind of indescribable tingling, creeping up her tailbone little by little.

She simply turned her head slightly, revealing half of her fair jawline: "Your Highness, is there anything I can do for you?"

There was no accusation, no anger, not even shyness in her voice. Looking into her sincere eyes, Qingge suddenly felt somewhat bored.

He withdrew his hand, then gently rubbed her large breasts again, the softness in his palm feeling like a resilient cloud.

"It's nothing, you do your thing, I'll do mine." Mo stared at his face for a moment.

After confirming, she turned back to her work. She adjusted her knees to a more comfortable angle on the bed, her slender waist slightly lowered, making the leather jacket accentuate her breathtaking curves. But her mind was far from calm. She remembered how she had overreacted when His Highness had previously made advances on her.

Those subconscious resistances and avoidances are like a chasm separating two people.

Over the past few years, she has tried very hard to present herself well to Yue Qingge. She wanted to change the impression she left, and it seems to be working well. Tonight… she should be able to take the initiative.

Yue Qingge withdrew, turned to the window, pulled over a chair, leaned on the windowsill, rested her chin on her crossed arms, and glanced at the direction of the Spirit Hall from time to time.

The warm sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his back. He shifted his position, from supporting himself with his hands to lying face down, lazily squinting his eyes.

Then he looked back again and saw Mo Yuan sitting on the bed with her legs together and slightly turned to one side, her hands neatly placed on her knees, quietly watching him.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the window, bathing half of her body in a warm hue while the other half remained in shadow, lending her clear, cool face an indescribable softness.

The two exchanged a glance, and Yue Qingge's gaze lingered on her face for less than two breaths.

Mo Yuan's lips twitched slightly, but she wasn't used to smiling, so she only managed a slightly stiff smile.

Her lips twitched slightly, then she raised them upwards before lowering her eyes and avoiding the light.

Perhaps it was the sunshine that lifted her spirits, or perhaps it was the return of the comfort of having her mother by her side. Yue Qingge's breathing gradually became even and long as she quietly rested on the windowsill.

Mo Yuan didn't notice at first. She sat upright on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on his back, waiting for him to turn around and look at her again.

After waiting a while, he remained motionless in the same position. Curious, she softly called out twice, "Your Highness? Your Highness?"

There was no response, so she stood up, walked over quietly, came to his side, leaned down slightly, and turned her face to look at his expression.

All the sharpness had faded from his face; his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and his lips were slightly pursed.

Mo Yuan chuckled and muttered, "Oh... so she was asleep."

She carefully extended her soul power and gently enveloped him, preventing any sudden movements from waking him.

Once everything was ready, she gently lifted him from the chair. He nestled against her shoulder, his breath brushing against her collarbone, and Mo Yuan looked down at his sleeping face.

Then she did something she hadn't expected. She lowered her head and gently pecked his forehead. After the peck, she abruptly turned her head, stealing a glance at his face to make sure he wasn't awake before her heart finally settled. Mo Yuan placed him on the soft couch and then lay down beside him. Mo Yuan quietly set up a soundproof barrier. Time passed slowly, and the light outside the window gradually dimmed.

Only after confirming that Yue Qingge had slept enough did she begin to do anything else.

Mo Yuan propped herself up, her gaze falling on him before slowly moving down to rest on the clearly raised curve.