Douluo Continent: Naru Sacred Heart, Snow Shines Forever

Inside the most luxurious hotel in Soto City, the members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Team were resting and chatting.

Qin Ming pushed open the door and entered.

"I'm going to Shrek Academy to visit Dean Flander and the others. Is anyone coming with me?"

Yu Feng wailed, "Wouldn't I just be scaring people if I went there looking like this?"

Oslow and the Graphite brothers both shook their heads.

Dugu Yan didn't even raise her head.

"I'm not going."

"Teacher Qin," Chen Jieqi said at the opportune moment.

"I'll go with you. I also want to see for myself who this adversary is who has driven us to this desperate situation."

Qin Ming remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

What Chen Jieqi never said was that he never wanted to meet an ordinary opponent.

Instead, it was Tang San, the universally acknowledged chosen one of destiny on the continent, whose soul came from another world.

Blue Silver Grass? It's just a disguise.

He knew that it was not a useless martial soul at all, but a seed sealed by bloodline, waiting to sprout when it awakened.

It's laughable that Yu Xiaogang spends all his time studying the theory of useless martial spirits in front of this "seed," yet he doesn't see the true nature of Mount Lu.

Tang San's ability to cultivate the Blue Silver Grass to this level was not due to Yu Xiaogang's efforts, but entirely due to the inherent strength of his martial soul.

He is a time traveler, so he won't blindly believe in authority.

But precisely because he is a time traveler, he needs a sense of belonging more than anyone else.

What Yu Xiaogang gave him was not theory, but "home". To shake him, he had to first make him feel that this home was not safe enough.

What Chen Jieqi needed to do was to make Tang San himself become suspicious.

If Blue Silver Grass is truly a useless martial soul, how did he manage to get to where he is today?

If not, then what about the theories that teachers hold as gospel?

No matter what choice Tang San makes, it will shake his trust in Yu Xiaogang.

This is the game he has laid out.

......

The gates of Shrek Academy were even more dilapidated than Chen Jieqi had expected.

Qin Ming stood at the door for a long time, stunned.

"This is what the door looked like when I graduated."

Having said that, he pushed open the door and entered.

When Flanders saw him, he laughed and scolded.

"You brat, you finally know how to come back."

Qin Ming bowed in turn, "Dean Flander, Teacher Zhao, Master."

Chen Jieqi lagged half a step behind, his gaze sweeping over Flander and Zhao Wuji, but directly past Yu Xiaogang, as if he were just an insignificant decoration.

He bowed slightly. "Dean Flander, Professor Zhao, I've heard so much about you."

They treated Yu Xiaogang with disrespect, without using any titles or making any gestures.

Flander raised an eyebrow and lingered on Chen Jieqi for a moment longer.

Zhao Wuji's lips curled into a smirk. This young man was arrogant enough.

But he was not impolite, and no one could criticize him.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Flander's eyes. He could see clearly that the boy wasn't ignorant of manners, but rather doing it on purpose.

As everyone walked towards the backyard, Ning Rongrong suddenly rushed out of the house, staring directly at Chen Jieqi.

"You're Chen Jieqi?"

"I am."

"It's you!"

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed red.

"My dad nags about you every day, saying you became a Soul Master before you were even twelve. I'm sick of hearing it! That's why I'm not going to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I'm coming to Shrek Academy instead!"

Chen Jieqi remained calm.

"Sect Leader Ning must have said something else, such as why you were unwilling to go to the Heavenly Battle."

He misses you because he hopes you'll be better off.

"You came to Shrek Academy and found your own path, so why criticize me?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly stepped aside, muttering under her breath.

"A twelve-year-old Soul Master, what's so great about that..."

Chen Jieqi didn't turn around, but the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Inside the recovery room, the Shrek Seven Devils were either sitting or lying down, their injuries still not healed.

Chen Jieqi stood quietly to the side, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Tang San and pausing for a moment.

Xiao Wu walked past him, her steps suddenly slowing down.

Chen Jieqi caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, and without making a sound, he allowed the holy light mark between his brows to exude a slight warmth.

This pure, sacred energy has a natural attraction for soul beasts.

"You..." Xiao Wu stared at him.

"Were they the people at the entrance of the Soul Arena that night?"

Chen Jieqi showed a perfectly timed expression of surprise.

"You remember?"

"Your aura is very special, warm and comforting."

Xiao Wu leaned closer, gazing curiously at the mark between his eyebrows.

"Can I touch it?"

Chen Jieqi glanced down at her; even after 100,000 years of soul beast transformation, she still had an innocent look on her face.

pity……

His face remained completely expressionless.

"Okay, just once."

Xiao Wu lightly touched the surface, and a golden light flickered, making her eyes shine even brighter.

"It's so warm."

For a fleeting moment, a barely perceptible hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling; was it warmth?

But the warmth was too deliberate. However, she didn't think too much about it. Having spent so much time with her third brother, she had become accustomed to not doubting the people around her.

Chen Jieqi took in her reaction.

He lacks vigilance, acts on emotion, and is deeply bound to Tang San.

Voluntary sacrifice? Impossible.

He made a judgment in his mind: this path was not viable.

Then we can only... wait until the time is right and take it ourselves.

Tang San sat in the corner, his fingers clenching and unclenching. He immediately stood up and stood between Xiao Wu and Chen Jieqi.

The two were less than two steps apart. Although Tang San was half a head shorter, his aura was in no way inferior.

"Chen Jieqi".

"Tang San".

"How old are you?"

"twelve."

"Soul Sect?"

"Yes."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Dai Mubai looked up, Oscar's eyes widened, and Ma Hongjun was speechless.

"What kind of monster is this...?"

Tang San's heart sank. At the same age, he was only level 32, and his Blue Silver Grass was easily burned and broken by lightning.

Chen Jieqi suddenly spoke up,

"To be honest, I've seen countless geniuses, but you're probably the only one who has cultivated Blue Silver Grass to this level and strength."

His face was utterly sincere, yet his heart remained as calm as still water.

"Everyone knows that Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul, but you forced a level 39 offensive type soul master to use his third soul skill with its control and poison."

This isn't talent; it's the result of countless hours of hard work and battles.

"I became a Soul Master at the age of twelve, but that was only because of my Martial Soul and Soul Rings."

But you've transformed a blade of grass into a weapon that even the Royal Fighting Team fears. If we were to exchange martial souls, I might not be able to do what you have.

He didn't need to denigrate Blue Silver Grass; he only needed to guide Tang San to think about it.

Without hidden weapons, movement techniques, and the Eight Spider Spears, how far could he go with only the Blue Silver Grass?

What's even more cruel is that Tang San will never know the truth about the Blue Silver Emperor. The harder he tries, the more he is trapped by the shackles of a "useless martial soul".

Chen Jieqi, on the other hand, only needs to observe from the sidelines.

Xiao Wu's eyes welled up slightly; she felt that what the person in front of her was saying was the truth.

Tang San looked directly at Chen Jieqi, his gaze softening slightly.

He pressed Xiao Wu back into her seat, but Ning Rongrong moved closer to Chen Jieqi and whispered...

"Are you really a Soul Master? What level are you?"

"I cannot disclose that information."

Chen Jieqi shook his head slightly.

She asked again in a low voice.

Has my father ever mentioned me to you?

"It was mentioned before that you are exceptionally talented, but a bit spoiled."

"He also spoke ill of me?"

Ning Rongrong blushed.

"It's not that I'm saying anything bad, it's that I'm worried."

Chen Jieqi lowered his voice, so that only the two of them could hear him.

"You've chosen the right path. Shrek Academy might be the best fit for you. Sect Leader Ning may not say it, but he must be very proud of you."

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened. "Why are you telling me all this?"

Chen Jieqi looked at her,

"Because you are Ning Rongrong, not because your surname is Ning."

Ning Rongrong was stunned, finally understanding why her father always praised this person so highly.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Looking at her expression, Chen Jieqi thought to himself,

"These words will probably reach Ning Fengzhi's ears..."

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang stepped forward with a gloomy expression.

"You looked at me with disdain just now, did you think that Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial soul with no future?"

Do they think these kids are easily defeated, and even question Tang San's cultivation path?

Chen Jieqi raised his eyes, his tone steady.

"Master, I have never felt that Blue Silver Grass has no future."

But I want to ask you, did you help Tang San choose the Blue Silver Grass?

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed: "No."

"Did you teach him those hidden weapons, movement techniques, and eye techniques?"

Yu Xiaogang was speechless.

"He got to where he is today not because of your theories, but because he is strong enough on his own."

Chen Jieqi looked at Tang San.

"You trust him, therefore he is trustworthy."

But don't confuse 'belief' with 'correctness'.

Tang San clenched his fists, his breathing rapid.

"I don't need you to teach me. My path, my martial spirit, were all chosen for me by my teacher, and there's no mistake about it!"

Chen Jieqi smiled faintly.

I genuinely meant it when I praised you for being amazing.

When I say that I'm not as good as you at swapping martial souls, I mean it sincerely.

But Blue Silver Grass has an upper limit, that's also true.

"You lost to Yu Tianheng today not because you are weak, but because Blue Silver Grass is countered by lightning."

"You'll encounter many more formidable enemies in the future. Can you really rely on hidden weapons, agility, and the Eight Spider Lances to win every time?"

"You may not believe me, but you can't pretend this problem doesn't exist."

After speaking, Chen Jieqi gave a slight nod to Flander and Zhao Wuji, then turned and left.

He walked past Yu Xiaogang without glancing to the side, without stopping, and pushed open the door to leave.

Inside the room, Tang San stood frozen in place.

He wanted to refute it, but found that every word he said was true.

Blue Silver Grass withers when exposed to fire; without the Tang Clan's trump card, he would have been defeated long ago.

The image of the twelve-year-old Soul Master and Chen Jieqi's words kept swirling in his mind.

A trace of doubt about Yu Xiaogang pierced my heart like a fine needle, lingering there.

He even recalled his father's drunken murmurs: "The Clear Sky Hammer is the number one martial soul in the world."

Yu Xiaogang stood in the corner, his shoulders trembling slightly, filled with fear.

He was afraid that Chen Jieqi was right, afraid that his life's work of theory would collapse, and even more afraid that he would ruin Tang San.

Flanders looked out the door and sighed softly.

"This kid is even more cunning than Qin Ming was back then."

First praising, then criticizing; everything she said was reasonable, yet every word struck a nerve with Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

Zhao Wuji nodded.

"But not a single word he said was a lie."

Outside the village, Qin Ming caught up with Chen Jieqi.

You shouldn't have said those things.

"Perhaps."

Chen Jieqi looked back at the dilapidated Shrek gate.

"But someone has to say it."

Qin Ming remained silent for a moment,

Were your last words the truth?

Chen Jieqi did not answer immediately.

A night breeze blew in from the street, carrying the chill of early autumn.

"That's the truth," he said.

"But sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie."

Looking at him, Qin Ming felt that this twelve-year-old student was more terrifying than any opponent.

Chen Jieqi turned and walked towards Soto City.

The seeds have been sown.

He doesn't need Tang San to wake up now; he only needs to wait until the Blue Silver Grass is desperate in the future, then make him remember what he said today, take the initiative to doubt, take the initiative to choose, and turn to the hidden Clear Sky Hammer.

As for Xiao Wu… he lowered his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

Now he sees it clearly.

She is innocent, sentimental, and devoted to Tang San.

Such a person would never "voluntarily offer sacrifice".

He made a judgment in his mind: this path is a dead end.

Then we can only wait until the time is right to realize her value!

Tang San is too weak; even if he kills her, it won't trigger enough "backlash of luck." The time isn't right yet.

But one day, when he has everything ready,

He will personally take that 100,000-year-old soul ring.

Not urgent.

He can afford to play this game.