Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Chapter 47 Xue Qinghe's Invitation

Dugu Bo took a deep breath.

He had lived most of his life and had seen countless schemers and ambitious people.

But this was the first time he had ever seen a young man like Su Chen, who possessed both overwhelming strength and a terrifyingly deep understanding of people's hearts.

He even began to feel fortunate that he had chosen to surrender today.

If he had acted rashly and fought to the death with Su Chen for Yu Tianheng, he would not only have died without a burial place, but the entire Dugu family and even his allies would have been uprooted by Su Chen in the most ruthless way.

"Your Highness's strategy is astounding! I admire it to the core!" Salas bowed deeply, his tone filled with sincere awe.

"I will immediately arrange the channels for spreading public opinion, ensuring that the entire Heaven Dou City will create momentum for you the moment you enter the academy!"

"Go. Remember, leave no trace. Make those rumors seem like they spread spontaneously, so no one can find any evidence against the Spirit Hall," Su Chen instructed calmly.

"Understood!" Salas respectfully withdrew.

Only Su Chen, Yue Guan, and Dugu Bo remained in the main hall.

Su Chen turned his head and looked at Dugu Bo.

"Old Poison Master, your granddaughter's poison cannot be cured all at once. During this period, you not only need to cooperate with my treatment, but also secretly keep an eye on those old guys in Tiandou City for me."

"Especially Chen Xin, the swordsman of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo. If they make any unusual moves, report to me immediately."

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"Your Highness, rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I will keep a close watch on them," Dugu Bo solemnly promised. He had now completely tied himself to Su Chen's cause; their fates were intertwined.

"Yue Guan, you need to conceal your presence these days. You don't need to follow me around all the time."

Su Chen then issued another order to Yue Guan.

"I want you to secretly take over the Spirit Hall's assassination forces around Heaven Dou City. If I cause a scene at the academy and Prince Xue Xing, in a desperate move, tries to use the army or assassination methods, you must chop off all his claws. Remember, leave no one alive."

"Yes, Your Highness. Leave those scum to me." Yue Guan chuckled sinisterly, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.

With everything arranged, Su Chen returned to the main seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He knew that his days at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy were going to be very interesting.

He not only wants to crush those so-called geniuses, but also to force out the various forces hidden deep within, and completely stir up this stagnant pool.

As night deepened, the entire Tiandou City seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

But beneath this tranquil night, countless undercurrents are surging wildly.

About an hour later, a very faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the main hall.

Then, Salas returned.

He walked quickly to Su Chen, lowered his voice, and looked somewhat strange and nervous.

"Your Highness—" Salas glanced at Yue Guan and Dugu Bo beside him, then hesitated to speak.

"Speak freely, there are no outsiders here." Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, his tone calm.

Salas took a deep breath and respectfully reported, "I just received intelligence that His Highness the Crown Prince—also known as Xue Qinghe—secretly left the palace tonight."

"He did not bring any royal guards, only two trusted men, and rode in an extremely inconspicuous carriage to a secret villa in the west of the city."

At this point, Salas paused, raised his head, and looked intently at Su Chen: "His Highness the Crown Prince sent a secret letter, saying that he wishes to meet secretly tonight with the new envoy sent by the Spirit Hall."

Upon hearing this news, Yue Guan and Dugu Bo simultaneously narrowed their eyes.

"Sneaking out of the palace in the middle of the night, and wanting to see our Holy Prince?" Dugu Bo sneered. "This Crown Prince's information network is quite impressive. His Highness just arrived at the Martial Soul Temple, and he sent an invitation right after. It seems he has quite a few spies in Heaven Dou City."

"That's normal. If he didn't even have this much intelligence capability, he wouldn't deserve to have been in this position for so long."

Su Chen stood up, casually straightened his black robe, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Of course he knew who this so-called Crown Prince Xue Qinghe was.

A thousand feet of snow.

She is the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and the daughter of the former Pope Qian Xunji and the current Pope Bibi Dong.

A peerless genius with innate level 20 full soul power and a god-level martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel.

At the same time, he is also a ruthless character who has endured and disguised himself for many years in the deep palace in order to seize power in the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Compared to opponents like Prince Xue Xing and Xue Beng, Qian Renxue is the truly interesting presence in Tian Dou City.

"Your Highness, would you like me to accompany you?" Yue Guan asked somewhat worriedly. Although he knew Su Chen was powerful, this was, after all, a meeting with the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire. If there was any trickery involved, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"No need," Su Chen declined calmly. "Since Qian Xueqinghe chose a secret meeting, it's because she doesn't want to cause too much of a commotion. If you go with us, it will only make our Spirit Hall seem guilty."

Su Chen strode forward and walked straight out of the main hall.

"Salas, get the car ready. Keep it low-key."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

In the night breeze, Su Chen's figure gradually disappeared into the dark passage of the Martial Soul Temple.

He knew that tonight's meeting was not only the first clash between two top geniuses of the Spirit Hall, but also a crucial step that would determine the future of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Qian Renxue is a tragic character in the original work who bears a heavy destiny and ultimately ends up as a shattered god.

Now that I, Su Chen, have arrived, and now that I have become Bibi Dong's disciple, it is time for me to rewrite the script of Douluo Continent.

"Let me see just how well you, this woman disguised as the crown prince, really hide your true nature."

Su Chen's whispers drifted into the night. A black carriage quietly drove out from the side gate of the Martial Soul Temple, disappearing into the deep night of Heaven Dou City like a ghost, speeding towards the secret villa in the west of the city.

The black carriage rolled along the long bluestone street of Tiandou City late at night, its wheels rolling very lightly, making almost no noise.

Su Chen leaned against the carriage, his fingers casually resting on the scabbard, his eyes closed, motionless.

A night breeze swept past the carriage, lifting a corner of the curtain. Occasionally, a few barks of dogs could be heard in the distance, but they were quickly swallowed up by the silence of the imperial city in the dead of night.

Salas's driver was very disciplined, taking the route through secluded alleys without alerting any of the night patrol guards.

But the more this is the case, the more it shows that this meeting is not simple.

Xue Qinghe, or rather Qian Renxue, having chosen this time and place to secretly meet the new envoy from the Spirit Hall, meant that what she wanted to see tonight was definitely not just Su Chen's outward attitude.

What she wants to see is stance.

It is sharpness.

Furthermore, it remains to be seen whether Su Chen is merely a newly drawn blade in Bibi Dong's hand, or a thorn that will one day be driven directly into her plan to seize power.

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

The carriage slowly came to a stop, and the coachman's extremely low voice could be heard from outside.

Su Chen opened his eyes, his gaze devoid of any sleepiness, only filled with a calm and profound depth.

He lifted the car curtain and got out.

What comes into view is a courtyard of moderate size.

The courtyard wall wasn't high, with gray bricks and black tiles, and it even looked somewhat ordinary. But Su Chen only glanced at it, and in this seemingly quiet night, he sensed at least three powerful auras.

A stream of energy emanated from the roof ridge, its flow long and well-controlled.

A stream of soul power, as sharp as needles, emanated from behind the courtyard gate, clearly indicating an expertise in close-quarters protection.

There is another force, hidden even deeper, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, whose breathing rhythm is almost in sync with the night breeze.

Su Chen's lips curled up slightly.

No wonder he is the young master raised by the lineage of angels.

On the surface, he said he would only bring two trusted confidants, but in reality, the defenses around this courtyard were not lax, even compared to those around the Papal Palace.

The courtyard gate had already been opened silently.

A middle-aged butler dressed in plain robes stood by the door with his head bowed, his posture impeccably respectful.

"Honorable guest, you have been waiting for a long time. His Highness the Crown Prince has prepared tea inside. Please come in."

Su Chen didn't say anything, but simply stepped inside.

It's only a few dozen steps from the courtyard gate to the main hall.

The lights, rockeries, corridors, flower and tree arrangements, and even the gaps between every blue brick on the ground all exude an indescribable refinement.

This is not the villa of an ordinary nobleman.

This is someone who is used to being in control of the overall situation, preparing a way out and a buffer zone for themselves.

As Su Chen walked through the corridor, he suddenly paused.

He glanced at an old locust tree to his left and said in a flat tone, "It's late at night, yet the guards are still hiding so well."

Is His Highness afraid of me, or afraid that I will die here?

As soon as he finished speaking, the air at the end of the corridor seemed to vibrate silently.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of the butler who was leading the way, and he almost slipped.

The next moment, a gentle and peaceful voice came from the main hall.

"Everyone, step back."

"Those who come tonight are guests, not enemies."

His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a calmness that subconsciously commanded respect.

Su Chen looked up.

The main hall door is open.

A tall and slender figure was standing under the lamp.

He wore a moon-white prince's casual robe, with a jade belt around his waist, his black hair tied up with a golden crown, his face was handsome and gentle, and there was even a perfectly timed smile on his lips.

Standing there, he resembled a flawless piece of jade, polished by the court and its etiquette.

Xueqing River.

Or rather, Qianrenxue disguised as Xue Qinghe.

Su Chen glanced at the other person quietly, only one comment popping into his mind.

That's quite a convincing act.

If he hadn't already known who was hiding beneath that facade, based solely on the scene before him, no one would have connected this humble and refined prince with the proud and fierce young master of the Spirit Hall.

"I've long heard of the extraordinary talent of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and tonight I've finally met him in person."

Xue Qinghe took the initiative to step out the door, his smile friendly, and his eyes filled with just the right amount of appreciation.

"I apologize for the late-night invitation, which was not very polite."

Brother Su.

To address someone in such a formal manner on the first meeting shows both intimacy and respect.

If it were someone else, they might already be following his lead.

Su Chen simply stood there, too lazy to even smile.

"His Highness the Crown Prince's manners are sufficient."

"It's just that the ostentation was a bit too much."

"I thought I was here tonight not for tea, but to attend a treacherous banquet."