oh?"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered slightly, "I wonder what you are referring to, Senior?"
Chen Xun stroked his beard and said slowly:
"In a month, there will be a battle for a hundred thousand year old soul beast in the Xingdou Great Forest. I will also be there."
He paused briefly and continued:
"However, I may have to deal with a stronger enemy, and it may be difficult to distract myself from seizing the soul bones while killing the soul beast."
"That's when I thought, 'Good things should be kept within the family.'"
Before he finished speaking,
The expressions of Ning Fengzhi and the other two suddenly changed!
One month later!
Star Forest!
Fighting for a hundred thousand year old soul beast!
Isn't this the message that Xue Qinghe just revealed?
Chen Xun saw that the three people had strange expressions and couldn't help but wonder:
"Why? Do you have something else important to do then?"
Ning Fengzhi quickly shook his head:
"Senior, you misunderstood. To be honest..."
He told the news that Xue Qinghe had told him.
After Chen Xun heard this,
There was a flash of shock in his eyes.
Besides him, was there anyone else who knew about this in advance?
wrong!
It must be one of those people in the group.
Xueqing River...
Chen Xun recalled that he had met the Prince Tiandou in the bookstore of his senior who was "so handsome that he got chopped to death".
Could it be that he is also a member of the Divine Realm pre-selection group?
otherwise,
How could he know this secret?
But with Xue Qinghe's soul power and talent, it's totally impossible!
There is no need to say much about Fellow Daoist Poison God and Fellow Daoist Never Stop Here. They are at least Titled Douluo-level masters.
The new member who joined the "Is Snow Not Snow" group yesterday is a woman...
Or in other words...
One of these three people has a close relationship with Xue Qinghe!
After all, it is normal for the prince to recruit guest officials and secretly cultivate his own power.
"Who could it be?"
Chen Xun's eyes were dim.
However, with the example of Xue Qinghe leaking information, it is very likely that the other two group members will also leak the information to their respective forces.
A month later, the battle of the Star Dou Great Forest,
It must be very lively.
——————
The next morning.
Xue Qinghe got up and washed. She picked up the Wanfa Mirror and casually sent a message in the group.
[It's snow, not snow: Good morning, everyone! (Smiley face ️)]
[It doesn't stop there: Good morning. (Drink tea)]
[The target isn't just the Poison God: Oh? You're up so early, girl?]
[It's Snow, Not Snow: Oh, I'm exhausted from dealing with official duties every day. The Continental High-Level Spirit Master Competition is approaching soon, and His Majesty specifically ordered me yesterday to ensure the successful organization of this event.]
These casual words moved the hearts of several people in the group at the same time.
Handling official business and organizing the Soul Master Competition...
The next Continental High-Level Soul Master Elite Competition will be co-hosted by the Tiandou Empire and the Spirit Hall.
However, this fellow Taoist named "It's Snow, Not Snow" used the title "Your Majesty" instead of "Your Holiness the Pope".
It seems that
She must be from the Tiandou Empire and be within the system.
The fact that he could receive an order from Emperor Xue Ye himself shows that his position in the empire is by no means simple.
Chen Luo, who was having breakfast in the store, also saw the message sent by Qian Renxue.
"The Continental High-Level Soul Master Competition... I almost forgot about it."
"This is also a good opportunity to gain shock value..."
Chen Luo has already started making new plans in his mind.
[The target isn't just the Poison God: In my opinion, there's no point in holding this Soul Master Competition. The Spirit Hall takes first place almost every year, and it's truly boring to watch.]
[It's Snow, Not Snow: Senior Poison God, although that's what he said, didn't the Haotian Sect emerge this year? The winner of this competition may still be uncertain.]
"We won't stop here: The girl is right. The fact that the Spirit Hall has been able to hold the championship for so many years shows that the younger generation of the two empires is indeed lacking in talent."
[We won't stop here: Now that the Haotian Sect has reappeared in the world, it's still unknown who will be the champion. (Keep going)]
[The target isn't just the Poison God: Haha, I don't care who wins the championship, as long as we don't let the Spirit Hall succeed again.]
[I will never stop here: I agree +1]
Xue Qinghe, who had just finished washing up, looked at the messages that were constantly being updated in the group, and his eyes twitched slightly.
Could it be that all the members in this pre-selected group are against Spirit Hall?
What do you mean anyone can win the championship except Spirit Hall?
but--
Deep down in her heart, she actually didn't want to see the Spirit Hall win.
Especially the soul master trained by that woman.
Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed across Xue Qinghe's eyes.
She wiped the water droplets from her face and stared at the face in the mirror that belonged to the prince.
"Now, they will definitely think I am from the Tiandou Empire."
She said silently in her heart.
[Is it snow or not?: I will not chat with you seniors any longer. It is time to go and take care of official business.]
[The goal is not just to be the Poison God: Go ahead, young people should work harder! (Like) (Like) (Like)]
[It's Snow, Not Snow: Thank you, Senior Poison God, for your encouragement! (Smiley face ️)]
Xue Qinghe put down the Wanfa Mirror and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
In the dim morning light, the first ray of golden light gently fell on his handsome face.
I don't know why,
Today her mood is particularly clear.
It was as if a corner of the haze that had accumulated for many years was quietly brushed away.
This long-lost lightness,
Let her vaguely remember,
It seems like a long, long time.
I have never experienced such a sense of relief.
——————
Tiandou City, Shrek Academy.
The Continental High-Level Soul Master Competition is approaching, and the entire academy is shrouded in a tense atmosphere of preparation.
Since Xiao Wu's death,
It seemed as if some obsession had been ignited in the Shrek people, and they practiced madly day and night.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Ning Rongrong successively broke through the bottleneck of level 30.
Tang San's soul power even climbed to level thirty-five.
This progress is incredibly fast.
But in the Soul Master Competition where geniuses gather, it is far from enough.
now,
Just as Tang San was concentrating on practicing,
Flanders and Yu Xiaogang walked over from a distance with solemn expressions.
It is noteworthy that.
Following behind them was a mysterious man in a gray robe.
"Tang San, someone wants to see you."
Flanders looked at Tang San, held his eyes with his hands, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Tang San stood up and said with a puzzled look:
"Someone wants to see me?"
Tang San looked at the person behind Flender,
The next moment,
His body trembled suddenly.
"Dad...Dad?!"
"Is it really you?"
Tang San trotted away excitedly.
The others who were training, such as Dai Mubai, also stopped and looked sideways at Tang San.
Speaking of which,
Since Xiao Wu's death,
This was the first time Tang San smiled.
Tang Hao saw Tang San jogging towards him and slowly pulled back his hood.
"Xiao San, long time no see."
Tang Hao's voice was as low as ever.
The moment I saw Tang Hao,
Tang San could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes and rushed forward to hug Tang Hao.
A hint of relief flashed across Tang Hao's eyes, and he whispered:
"A real man doesn't shed tears easily."
"By the way, where's the little girl next to you?"
"Why didn't I see her?"
As a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao naturally knew that Xiao Wu was a hundred thousand year old soul beast.
Mentioning Xiao Wu,
Tang San's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife again.
"Dad...Xiao Wu was killed..."