Chapter 141: The Stronger You Are, the Less You Think
"Twin martial souls?" Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow, surprised, as she looked at Fifteen Ton Douluo.
"That boy's outside now, Miss. Want to see him?" Fifteen Ton Douluo asked.
After learning Tang San had twin martial souls, Fifteen Ton Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo had immediately captured him. A genius with innate full soul power and twin martial souls warranted attention. Based on Bibi Dong's trajectory, such a talent could reach level 96 or higher—rare even for the Spirit Hall.
"What's the point?" Qian Renxue's expression quickly returned to indifference. "Just twin martial souls."
If Tang San had an ordinary background, she might have been intrigued, perhaps even recruited him. But as Tang Hao's son, he was destined to be an enemy of the Spirit Hall. His survival alone was their mercy.
Fifteen Ton Douluo wasn't surprised by her disinterest. "Miss, how should we handle him? A twin martial soul owner could reach level 96, maybe even 99 in the future."
"The future…" Qian Renxue gave him a cool glance. "It's just the future."
The Spirit Hall already had a fully developed twin martial soul user with innate full soul power in Bibi Dong. A young prodigy like Tang San was no immediate concern.
"Handle Tang San as you see fit," Qian Renxue said casually.
"We decide?" Fifteen Ton Douluo raised an eyebrow. "Miss, aren't you planning to use him to lure Tang Hao?"
"Tang Hao?" Qian Renxue frowned, the name stirring old thoughts. She'd been so focused on Yu Xiaogang that she'd nearly forgotten him. Tang San's capture wasn't just about indifference—it was bait for Tang Hao. But so much time had passed…
"How long has Tang San been in Heaven Dou City? Does Tang Hao even care about his son?" Qian Renxue mused, puzzled. "Innate full soul power, twin martial souls—a genius like that, even with a strained father-son bond, should've drawn his attention. Logically, Tang Hao should've shown up by now…"
"Maybe he got wind of something?" Fifteen Ton Douluo suggested. "Tang Yuehua at Yuexuan is his sister."
"Yuexuan?" Qian Renxue's eyes flickered with recognition. She'd overlooked that detail. With Yuexuan in Heaven Dou City, Tang Hao likely had informants.
"Yuexuan, no wonder…" she murmured.
"Miss, Yu Xiaogang's group plans to contact Tang Hao through Yuexuan. Should we round them up?" Fifteen Ton Douluo asked.
Qian Renxue pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. "What exactly happened? What did they say? Uncle Qianjun, tell me everything."
Fifteen Ton Douluo recounted Yu Xiaogang's brazen conspiracy to escape via Yuexuan. Qian Renxue sighed deeply, massaging her forehead. "If they want to contact him, let them. Why stop them? What's the point of blocking Yuexuan's message? In Heaven Dou City, any Haotian Sect members who show up will die. It's a perfect chance to wait and see."
"Miss, I…" Fifteen Ton Douluo faltered, embarrassed.
"You're too impatient," Qian Renxue said, torn between scolding and restraint. As her elder, Fifteen Ton Douluo deserved respect, but his recklessness was maddening. "You and Uncle Falling Devil were so steady before. Why so rash now? Stronger in power, but weaker in thought."
Originally, the Haotian Sect and Tang Hao were unaware of Heaven Dou's true strength, making them easy prey. Now, their actions had complicated things.
Fifteen Ton Douluo's face flushed. "Miss, it won't happen again."
"As for Tang San…" Qian Renxue's eyes opened, a plan forming. "Since he's captured and the mistake's made, let's use it. Spread the news that the Spirit Hall has him. Emphasize his talent—innate full soul power, twin martial souls, thirteen years old, level 33 Soul Master…"
She paused, reconsidering. "No, that'll only draw Tang Hao. The Haotian Sect won't care. Even with a Titled Douluo in Heaven Dou, Tang Hao might not take it seriously or call for sect aid. He'd come alone."
Qian Renxue thought for a moment, then decided, "Say there are three level 97 Titled Douluo in Heaven Dou City, plus Juegui and two other level 95 Titled Douluo on their way. Three 97s, two 95s—Tang Hao won't risk it alone. He'll call the Haotian Sect."
"Miss, three level 97s?" Fifteen Ton Douluo blinked. "Where'd they come from?"
"You, Uncle Falling Devil, and Dugu Bo," Qian Renxue explained calmly. "I said 97s instead of 98s so the Haotian Sect won't be too scared to show. Tang Hao's killed a level 97 before. They're here to save someone, not fight to the death."
She glanced at Fifteen Ton Douluo. "It doesn't matter if they come or not. If they do, they stay in Heaven Dou forever. If not, no loss. Just do it."
"Understood," Fifteen Ton Douluo replied, unsure how to respond. Tang Hao had indeed killed a level 97 Titled Douluo—Pope Qian Xunji. But the context…
"What about Shrek?" he asked. "Keep them?"
"Why kill a few Soul Saints?" Qian Renxue scoffed. "They're just implicated, not our enemies. The Spirit Hall isn't that tyrannical. Besides, these fools plotting loudly in our territory—what can they do? Ignore them."
Fifteen Ton Douluo fell silent. The Spirit Hall, not domineering?
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