Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

The old man stepped aside to lead the way, guiding Ye Lingling up to the second floor. Famous paintings and calligraphy hung on both sides of the corridor, and every few steps there was an exquisite bronze lamp, its soft light making the corridor resemble a warm river.

Walking to the innermost side, the old man lifted a bamboo curtain and pushed open a folding screen, revealing an elegant side room.

"Miss Ye, please have a seat. The tea will be served shortly." The old man bowed and withdrew.

Ye Lingling sat down in the chair, her gaze sweeping around the room before settling on the empty chair beside her.

Kong Tianxu's figure gradually became visible.

The waiter withdrew, the door closed gently, and only the two people remained in the room.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air.

Ye Lingling hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"Your Majesty, you have helped me a great deal, and I shouldn't ask... but I still want to know, what do you want with the Crown Prince?"

Kong Tianxu did not answer immediately. He held his teacup, his gaze falling on the orchid by the window, as if admiring something.

“His Highness the Crown Prince is kind-hearted and broad-minded; he is by no means a bad person.” Ye Lingling’s voice carried a hint of pleading. “I hope you will not harm him.”

Kong Tianxu put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's just the Xue Qinghe you perceive her to be. As for what to do, I'll give her an offer she can't refuse."

He thought for a moment, then added:

"As for what you said... I'll give it a try if I have the chance."

Ye Lingling opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed her words. She lowered her head, her fingertips gently tracing the rim of the teacup, producing a soft clinking sound.

The sunlight outside the window moved inch by inch, and several cups of tea were served.

Kong Tianxu closed his eyes, as if in a meditative state, his breathing long and steady. Ye Lingling sat beside him, looking idly at the landscape painting on the wall, counting the layers of clouds in the painting, but her counting became chaotic, and she counted again, and her count became chaotic again.

After an unknown amount of time, Kong Tianxu suddenly opened his eyes.

“Someone’s coming,” he said.

Ye Lingling was taken aback and listened intently, but she couldn't hear anything. The house was very soundproof, and almost no outside sounds could get in. But Kong Tianxu's hearing was clearly far superior to hers.

In his mental perception, two powerful auras were sweeping past the door, as if confirming something.

They lingered at the door of the room for a moment, then slowly retreated.

Although the soundproofing was excellent, Kong Tianxu's hearing was still sharp enough to hear what was being said outside.

An aged voice rang out, deep and respectful: "Your Highness, we have already investigated. There is only one person's aura, around level fifty."

Immediately afterwards, a gentle voice said:

"Oh? Lingling is already level 50? Okay, you can go now. Lingling is looking for me, she probably has some personal matters to discuss."

The footsteps faded into the distance. Then came another set of footsteps, approaching from afar, steady and composed.

Kong Tianxu stood up and walked to Ye Lingling's side.

"Don't resist," he said.

Before Ye Lingling could react, she was enveloped by a gentle force. The scenery before her distorted, and the next moment, she found herself standing in an unfamiliar world.

The sky was clear and blue, the grass was lush and green, and the air was filled with the scent of grass and earth.

In the distance, a black tiger the size of a small mountain was thrashing about, chasing a group of enormous horned horses into a chaotic frenzy. As if sensing her arrival, the tiger turned its head, scattering the bone dragon skeleton parts it was carrying in its mouth all over the ground.

Looking at those familiar black and white pupils, Ye Lingling said somewhat uncertainly:

"Little...Black?"

"Meow—roar!"

She stood there stunned, as did the Dark Demon God Tiger. The two stared at each other, one big and one small.

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The curtain was lifted.

A young man walked in.

He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Although he wasn't as handsome as Kong Tianxu, who was almost otherworldly, he had a straight nose, a square mouth, and clear eyes, and possessed a friendly and approachable demeanor.

She wore a clean, light blue robe with minimal embellishment, except for a white jade pendant tied at her waist, giving her a refreshing appearance. Her long, black hair was tied back with a light blue ribbon and hung neatly down her back.

Kong Tianxu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Hidden within is a great danger; indeed, he is remarkable.

Qian Renxue was also sizing up Kong Tianxu.

She was initially taken aback, but after observing him for a while, she saw that he looked no more than twenty years old and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At her age, having the cultivation of a Soul King is indeed a genius, but among her bodyguards are two Title Douluo.

But wasn't it supposed to be just Ye Lingling? How come a man has appeared?

"Are you Lingling's friend?" Qian Renxue asked gently. "Where is Lingling?"

Kong Tianxu did not answer. He picked up his teacup, calmly took a sip, and then put it down.

He was completely unconcerned, having already caught the fish in the jar.

"Should I call you Qian Renxue, or Xue Qinghe?"

Chapter 345 Holy Dragon VS Six-Winged Angel

Who is this person? How did he know? Who leaked this top-secret plan? Could it be that woman?

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, the gentle composure on her face seemed to be ripped off by an invisible hand, and her body froze on the spot for several seconds.

Kong Tianxu did not press his advantage. He simply watched his opponent quietly, giving him ample time to process his thoughts.

As expected of the heir to the Angel God who had infiltrated the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace at the age of nine and spent nearly twenty years honing her skills within the palace, Qian Renxue's shock lasted only a few breaths before she quickly regained her composure.

Perhaps it's just a test? In any case, I can't afford to lose my composure at this moment.

Her expression returned to normal, but her voice became much colder, and her eyes held just the right amount of unease and wariness.

"I don't know what you're talking about. What did you do to Lingling?"

Kong Tianxu still did not answer, but continued talking to himself:

"Qian Renxue, the only daughter of the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, and the current Pope, Bibi Dong, possesses the spirit of the Six-Winged Angel. She is twenty-nine this year—no, she should be twenty-eight."

The first sentence made Qian Renxue, who had just calmed down a bit, clench her fists, and her face visibly turned ugly.

"At the age of nine, you infiltrated the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace and, relying on the disguise ability of your soul bone, replaced the real Xue Qinghe. Later, you poisoned the Second Prince and the Third Prince respectively, gradually consolidating your position as Crown Prince."

"Up to this day."

Kong Tianxu's gaze fell on Qian Renxue's face. There was no anger or contempt in those strange purple-gold eyes, only an almost cold calm.

"Perhaps this strategy for governing the country is not bad. But to let it affect one's own cultivation is truly foolish."

These are Kong Tianxu's honest words.

In the Douluo Continent, the strong are respected—this is a truth that has been proven time and time again.

Even if the current world's god-level powerhouses are not as powerful as Kong Tianxu knows, and are often targeted by all sorts of people and soul beasts, they are still beings with overwhelming dominance, capable of forming an army on their own.

Qian Renxue, despite possessing advantages such as martial spirit, talent, family background, and the close relative and mentor Qian Daoliu, wasted the most precious ten years of her life as a soul master in worldly power struggles.

In Kong Tianxu's eyes, this was undoubtedly an unwise move.

Sigh, my family of origin.

He thought to himself, "What am I complaining about?"

On the other side, Qian Renxue remained calm and did not lose her composure. However, as she listened to Kong Tianxu's words, her eyes grew colder and colder.

What do you want?

What do you have to rely on?

"You don't actually think you can convince the world of this absurdity just by talking nonsense, do you?"

Her body leaned slightly forward, a cold glint in her eyes.

"You came alone, aren't you afraid I'll kill you? With a single command, several powerful warriors accompanying me will break down the door—do you think you can escape?"

Kong Tianxu, still smiling, pointed to an inconspicuous metal device in the corner:

“The isolation device has been activated here since you entered. Neither sound nor aura can be transmitted. Only by shutting down the soul tool from the inside can this isolation be broken.”

"Given the difference in strength between Your Highness the Crown Prince and me, I advise you not to even think about making any underhanded moves. Otherwise, I wouldn't be being so polite now."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue couldn't help but smile.

Looking at Kong Tianxu's young, even somewhat immature face, she couldn't help but find it amusing.

Does this clueless man really think his cultivation level is only what he's showing on the surface? A mere Soul King, his confidence is laughable.

She leaned back in her chair, her arms relaxed naturally, her long legs crossed and raised, the gold-trimmed boot tips pointing directly at Kong Tianxu's face. From this angle, her shoe size was clearly one size smaller than that of an adult male.

The gentle warmth and approachability vanished, replaced by an air of confident control, and Qian Renxue's tone returned to its usual composure:

Tell me about it.

Kong Tianxu raised one finger.

"First, I'll tell that old leopard from the Spirit Hall to stop plotting against the Nine Heart Begonia. In exchange, I can tell you a secret—for example, why your mother doesn't like you."

Qian Renxue's breath hitched suddenly.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened, and the sandalwood armrest made a slight cracking sound under her palm. Powder fell from between her fingers, but she was completely unaware.

“I can promise you.” Her voice was tight, as if it were being squeezed out of her throat. “Tell me.”

Kong Tianxu looked into her eyes and said very slowly:

"Bibi Dong, as the former Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, fell in love with Yu Xiaogang, whose spirit mutation had failed and who had no future. In the end, she was willing to leave the Spirit Hall to stay with him. Your father, Qian Xunji, resolutely refused to allow it, took Bibi Dong for himself, and threatened Yu Xiaogang's life. In the end, you were born."

Do you want me to continue?

The aura emanating from Qian Renxue grew increasingly chilling.