Douluo Continent: A hundred years pass in an instant, the fleeting scenery of the world is like morn

The next morning, Qian Xingning's convoy set off for Wuhun City.

Unfortunately, it happened to be drizzling, the fine rain like a thin gray-white veil shrouding the entire city.

Salas stood in the rain, looking at the team he had cobbled together overnight, his expression extremely complex.

Two Soul Saints led the team, accompanied by four Soul Emperors, eight Soul Kings, and twenty-four Soul Sect Masters as guards.

Although this is far from the proper protocol for the young master of the Spirit Hall to travel, it is already a painful expense for the Spirit Hall.

To make matters worse, Qian Xingning gave him a death order.

Within this month, Salas must send people to purge all the lawless elements of the Martial Soul Branch Hall within his jurisdiction, leaving no one unpunished.

This means he not only has to allocate manpower to escort them, but also to allocate even more manpower to arrest them.

But here's the key point: the Martial Soul Temple is located in the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, and to prevent the two great empires from being wary of it, it doesn't usually station too many troops there.

Now that this has happened, the Spirit Temple will probably be empty.

Ugh……

Salas took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face, and resigned himself to his fate.

It's better to be derelict in one's duty than to lose one's life, and besides, disobeying His Highness's orders is also a dereliction of duty.

"Your Highness," he said, descending the steps to the carriage in the middle of the convoy, "the team is assembled and ready to depart at any time."

The carriage curtain was lifted slightly, revealing Qian Xingning's face.

He changed into a clean robe, made of moon-white fabric with pale gold cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. It was understated, but the materials and workmanship were top-notch.

Her hair was tied up again and secured with a white jade hairpin.

When Salas saw that face, his heart skipped a beat again.

Qianxing Ning glanced at the team in the rain and looked at Salas with surprise.

If he remembers correctly, outside of special periods, the Spirit Temple doesn't have many resident spirit masters, so why would it assign so many people to his convoy?

Seeing Qian Xingning's expression, Salas felt a chill in his heart and said with a bitter face, "Your Highness, this is all the strength the Spirit Temple can offer right now. If we draw any more, Heaven Dou City will be..."

Qian Xingning didn't make things difficult for him, and nodded gently: "Yes, I know, let's go."

Salas, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, turned around and ordered the convoy to set off.

The carriage started slowly, its wheels rolling over the wet stone pavement with a gurgling sound.

……

Chen Jingheng sat in the carriage, having changed into a light gray outfit, and looked much more energetic.

However, his eyes were filled with guilt when he looked at Qian Xingning.

He came out with the promise to protect Lord Xingning, but it turned out that Lord Xingning took care of him in every way.

Putting everything else aside, the food he ate with Lord Xingning last night was something he had never seen before.

And this outfit is probably even more valuable.

However, Qian Xingning ignored his brainstorming and instead leaned lazily against the car wall, closing her eyes and dozing off.

Seeing this, Chen Jingheng didn't say anything, but instead sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

Soon, the convoy drove out of the gates of Tiandou City and headed towards the official road leading to Wuhun City.

……

When Salas returned to the inner room, he immediately saw the woman sitting in the main seat.

He was startled and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Young Master."

Qian Renxue waved her hand and looked at Salas, asking, "You're redeploying people to send that person to Wuhun City?"

With dozens of high-level Soul Masters accompanying them, aren't they afraid of drawing too much attention?

Sure enough, they're still young and naive.

Upon hearing this, Salas was taken aback and quickly said, "Young Master, he has an angel's token, it is..."

But before he could finish speaking, Qian Renxue interrupted him, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it."

"Understood, you may leave."

……

Before long, all the major powers received the news.

A convoy consisting of two Soul Saints, four Soul Emperors, eight Soul Kings, and twenty-four Soul Masters set off from Heaven Dou City and headed towards Martial Soul City.

Such a configuration is nothing special on the battlefield, but in the heart of the empire during peacetime, it can be considered a heavily guarded garrison.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, holding a thin sheet of letter paper in his hand.

The contents of the letter were simple: the Spirit Hall convoy left Heaven Dou City with a guard force far exceeding the norm, the carriage was of Pope caliber, and the identity of the person inside was unknown.

A moment later, he handed the letter to the person beside him.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Bone Douluo and the other turned their heads slightly, their gazes falling on Ning Fengzhi's face. They did not speak, but simply signaled with their eyes that they were listening.

"What do you think means by the Spirit Hall's unusual behavior?"

Bone Douluo glanced at the letter and fell into deep thought.

"The guards are indeed unusual. They are riding in a carriage that only the Pope can use, and they are guarded by dozens of high-level Soul Masters."

"If it were the Pope himself, it's impossible that we wouldn't have received any news at all, and the security detail would be far too weak."

Sword Douluo shook his head: "Indeed, although he is not the Pope, such a configuration is too abnormal."

"If the person in the car is of high status, they usually wouldn't be so high-profile."

"But if he weren't of high status, why would he have so many people escorting him?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement, saying, "That's exactly what I can't understand."

"The Spirit Hall is always meticulous in its actions. If the person in the car were of noble status, they would have escorted him secretly instead of making such a grand spectacle of it in the city."

"Unless they don't care if people know."

"Or rather, they want to be known."

But Ning Fengzhi still couldn't understand it.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, once, once, and again.

"The Spirit Hall wouldn't do something meaningless. They must have some purpose in making such a big fuss."

Bone Douluo asked suspiciously, "Could it be a deliberate show for us? To make us think they're up to something big, thus throwing us into disarray?"

But Ning Fengzhi rejected the idea as soon as it came out.

"No, if the Spirit Hall wanted to intimidate us, they would have a more direct way, without going through such a roundabout way."

After speaking, he fell into a long period of contemplation.

Sword Douluo's gaze remained fixed on that page of letter paper.

Starting from Heaven Dou City, heading towards Spirit City...

What kind of identity would require someone from the Martial Soul Temple in the capital to escort you back to Martial Soul City?

Ning Fengzhi also sighed, took the letter from Sword Douluo, and read its contents again.

After a long while, he sighed and walked to the window alone.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, let's keep a close eye on this matter."

"Any unusual actions by the Spirit Hall could affect the entire continent's balance of power, and we cannot afford to ignore them."

For some reason, he had a strange premonition.

What will the people in that car change?

Alas... these are turbulent times.

Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked back to the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip.