Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

Chapter 272, feels very good.

No matter what you say.

Xue Qinghe [Qian Renxue] now needs to use this palace banquet to win people's hearts, and then launch the Heaven Dou Coup after the final of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, ending her more than ten years of infiltration.

Once she becomes the Qinghe Emperor, that will be the time when she completely controls the Tiandou Empire. At that time, she and her mother, Bibi Dong, will begin to compete with each other.

At that time, she wanted to see whether Dongqing was on her side or on the side of her mother, Bibi Dong.

As for why Dongqing seemed somewhat dull-witted to Qian Renxue.

The reason is simple: if he weren't so dull-witted, how could she have so easily won him over? She took this man's virginity and secured an important place in his heart.

In this world, not every woman waits to be pursued by a man. Some women, when they meet an outstanding man they particularly admire, will actually take the initiative.

For a woman as strong-willed as Qian Renxue, Dong Qing was the perfect partner in her heart. He was just as talented as her, and at the same time, he was powerful enough to defeat her head-on.

As for his confidantes and the two 100,000-year-old soul beasts, to be honest, rationally speaking, she really didn't care. The only person she cared about was Hu Liena.

They were childhood sweethearts, and their relationship had been public for a long time. In addition, Hu Liena was a saintess. She was the only woman who gave Qian Renxue a headache.

It's nothing more than status; who's higher or lower?

........

Time flies, and half an hour has passed.

As the palace banquet progressed to the next stage, some people began to dance gracefully. Dong Qing and Xue Qinghe [Qian Renxue], Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and others returned from the side hall next door to the center of the main banquet hall.

As a fantasy world that is half Chinese and half Western, Douluo Continent also has ballroom dances, especially in the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, which value royal and noble etiquette.

Xue Qinghe [Qian Renxue] gently waved in one direction, and the next moment, Princess Xue Ke ran to her brother's side with light steps and a sweet smile.

"Brother Qinghe, Sister Yun, where did you go just now?" Xue Ke's voice sounded like a lark, giving people a particularly clear and melodious feeling.

Xueke is a princess who looks to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She has exquisite features, a noble status, and a special temperament that only royal princesses possess.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that Princess Xueke had a graceful figure, dressed in a magnificent white robe, with skin as white as ice and bones as white as jade, like an ice lotus on the snowy Tianshan Mountains.

Aloof and proud, cold and beautiful yet charming.

"Xiao Xueke, time flies, so many years have passed, and you've grown so much." The Crown Princess [Li Qiyun] ruffled Xueke's hair.

At this moment, Xue Qinghe [Qian Renxue] turned her head to look at her tool person Xue Ke and said gently, "Xue Ke, come, let me introduce you. The person next to me is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, whose reputation resounds throughout the entire continent, whom you have always wanted to meet."

"No way, Brother Qinghe, don't talk nonsense... I didn't mean it. I was just curious about him... how could he write such beautiful poems about seeing and not seeing?" Xue Ke said, holding her suddenly flushed cheeks, her tone full of embarrassment and annoyance.

Unlike her fear of Dongqing's avalanches, Xueke was very curious about this legendary figure, and her big, blinking eyes were filled with the reflection of Dongqing's face.

Some say he is a god descended to earth because mortals do not possess such terrifying talent. Others say he is the reincarnation of a Rakshasa because he is extremely cruel to soul master families who dare to attack the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Ke Xueke thought Dong Qing was very handsome, with a dashing appearance. At the same time, he didn't have that terrifying aura. Instead, he gave off the gentle and refined air of a noble young master, as if he were an immortal descended to earth.

At some point, she got up and left her original spot, taking small, quick steps to Dongqing's side.

"Your Highness Dongqing, let me introduce myself. My name is Xue Ke." Xue Ke smiled radiantly, leaned forward slightly, and extended a small, fair hand.

"Hello, Princess Xueke." Dongqing politely extended his hand and gently shook Xueke's small hand, feeling the true essence of a princess.

It turns out that the imperial princess is nothing special; her hands aren't even as smooth as my wife Qian Renxue's. This was the first thought that popped into Dong Qing's mind.

"Your Highness Dongqing, the palace banquet is about to end, and we're about to have the final ballroom dance. May I...may I...invite you to dance with me?" Xue Ke tilted her head, looking at Dongqing with incredibly expectant eyes.

Upon hearing this, Dong Qing was taken aback, then noticed Xue Ke's expectant gaze, but he still refused without hesitation, saying, "I'm sorry, Princess Xue Ke, I really can't dance."

Dong Qing wasn't lying. Ballroom dancing was something that most nobles knew a little about, and he genuinely had no interest in learning it. Rather than learning something that wasn't very useful, he'd rather learn music or painting, which would also cultivate his character.

"Um... it's okay if you don't know how, as long as one person does... I really want to..." Xue Ke lowered her head, her voice somewhat humble.

From the moment Xue Ke first met Dong Qing, she felt her heart beating very fast, an uncontrollable speed, like she had met her Prince Charming.

How can he be so handsome? How can he be so talented? How can he have such charisma?

In an instant... how could so many things turn Xue Ke, the princess of the empire, into a lowly mortal? But when you love someone, aren't you as humble as dust?

At that moment, Dong Qing keenly noticed the change in Xue Ke's expression, that humble demeanor in front of the person she liked, and he felt utterly speechless.

Dong Qing thought to himself, "Damn it, I should have known better than to write those messy poems. Now I'm not even at level 100 yet, and I've already attracted the attention of over a hundred women."

To be honest, Dongqing is now starting to regret cultivating his literary talent. What was the point of writing those poems and essays? They only attracted a bunch of women.

It's not that Dong Qing's charm is earth-shattering, but rather that he... is very attractive to young girls, but not so much to older women who are approaching maturity.

This is similar to Tang Yuehua, Liu Erlong, and others. They certainly admire Dong Qing, but they wouldn't fall in love with a little boy just because they met him.

This is unrealistic and unlikely, after all, they are not infatuated girls, nor are they young girls in their teens or twenties; they have long passed the age of being impulsive in love.

Although Tang Yuehua was in a rather dire situation at the beginning, she felt more gratitude than affection for Dong Qing, grateful that he had saved her in her most dangerous moment.

As for Bibi Dong and Lan Yinhuang A Yin, they are different. They have accumulated a very deep emotional foundation with Dong Qing through their daily interactions.

Ultimately, based on this, their feelings gradually changed, and they developed inappropriate thoughts.

Now, Bibi Dong, the teacher, has always wanted to eat her students, but Lan Yin Huang A Yin is a bit stronger than her; she has already successfully eaten the little boy she watched grow up.

You know what?

The little boy had an incredibly strong physique; he could swing one arm and weigh nearly 100,000 jin (50,000 kg), and the food tasted very good.

............

After much deliberation.

Dong Qing slowly nodded and said, "Alright, you can lead me in the dance."

Chapter 273, Don't Misunderstand

Perhaps not wanting to hurt Princess Xueke, Dongqing finally nodded and agreed to her invitation to dance.

One hand gently supported Princess Xueke's soft waist, while the other hand climbed onto her boneless shoulder. She also made the same gesture with both hands.

Finally, under the guidance of Princess Xueke, a professional dance teacher, Dongqing danced with her and became the most eye-catching dance partners at the palace banquet.

at the same time.

Seeing this scene, countless people in the entire palace banquet hall were lost in thought.

"Prince Dongqing and Princess Xueke... It seems that Prince Qinghe has indeed won over the power of the Holy Son lineage of the Spirit Hall."

“Then when we get back, we can inform our families to prepare to support Prince Qinghe’s ascension to the throne.”

"Now that the situation is clear, it is indeed time to place a bet. Basically, no one can stop Prince Qinghe from ascending the throne. Even Emperor Xueye can only watch helplessly as Prince Qinghe gradually erodes the power under his command."

...........

About fifteen minutes later.

Dongqing and Xueke finished the unknown aristocratic etiquette dance. After all, he really didn't know the name of the etiquette dance he had just danced. Xueke had led him through the whole process.

Just when he thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Zhu Zhuyun, unwilling to be relegated to a supporting role, stepped forward and took the initiative to entangle Dong Qing, leading him into another dance.

"Zhu Yun, how come you know how to do this too?" Dong Qing asked curiously.

Upon hearing this...

Zhu Zhuyun whispered sweet nothings in Dong Qing's ear, her voice carrying a hint of seduction, and said, "I used to aspire to be the Empress of the Star Luo Empire, so what are these simple etiquette dances? Actually, I have even more beautiful dances. If Your Highness Dong Qing wishes, I can perform them for you in private, okay?"

"This isn't quite right... okay!"

Dong Qing blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He roughly knew what kind of dance it was, but being an upright person, he had never actually witnessed such a legendary dance before.

"Your Highness Dongqing, I am your person, as long as you want..." Zhu Zhuyun didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already very clear.

Fifteen minutes later.

Dugu Yan took small, quick steps to Dong Qing, but her facial expression looked very strained.

“Dugu Yan, you’re coming too? I think you should just skip it. I don’t want to come. I’m sure you know that this kind of aristocratic etiquette and dance is very boring,” Dong Qing quickly said.

Before she could even speak, the other party had already rejected her outright. Dugu Yan's eyebrows furrowed, and she said in a slightly sharp tone, "Do you think I want to? If it weren't for Grandpa giving me the Nine-Section Jadeite and the Ruyi Treasure Pouch, I... wouldn't bother dancing with a philandering man like you."

"Fine! You actually used my things to trick your grandfather. Now that I know, you'll have to give me half when we meet, and you can give me the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch. Then I'll forgive your offense," Dongqing said, arms crossed.

"Dream on! Do you think I'm some lovesick fool like Ye Lingling? And... what do you mean by lying? What belongs to Grandpa is mine." Dugu Yan proudly raised her snow-white neck.

Although she was already a young woman in her twenties, she was not as scheming as Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling. Often, her inner thoughts were simply expressed on her face.

Dong Qing thought to himself, "Really? I seem to remember that in the future timeline that has completely disappeared, Dugu Bo gave both of these items to Tang San."

If Dugu Bo didn't recognize any of the rare medicinal herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well Valley, and didn't know their true value, it would be understandable if Tang San took them in the future.

But surely he must know the value of things like the nine-section jadeite and the Ruyi treasure pouch?

However, after Dongqing met Dugu Bo a few times, he discovered that Dugu Bo was not as stupid and brainless as he had imagined, and would not give away his cherished things casually.

.........

Seeing that Dong Qing remained silent, Dugu Yan continued, "Just say it directly, do you want to dance or not? This is my first time dancing a formal dance with a man. You stinky man, do you know how much you've taken advantage of?"

Makes sense!

Since there was a good deal, Dongqing didn't refuse again and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.

Dugu Yan's martial soul is the Azure Phosphorous Serpent... a serpent's waist... sounds pretty good.

However, what surprised Dong Qing the most during this time was not Dugu Yan's slender waist, which resembled a snake's waist, but her eyes, whose emerald green pupils gave people a strange feeling.

As for Dugu Yan, the man in front of her didn't seem as bad as she had imagined. Although this was her first time dancing a formal dance with someone, she noticed that Dong Qing's hands were always very clean.

Although Dugu Yan did have some feelings for Tang San at first, it was only a little bit. They never even touched hands, let alone engaged in a formal dance that resembled an embrace.

After the incident with Tang Yuehua, Dugu Yan also realized Tang San's true nature. Her slight goodwill had not yet developed and was already killed halfway through her growth.

Now, for the first time, Dugu Yan felt a man so close to her. She could clearly smell his scent, and her quiet heart began to beat faster without her realizing it.

Fifteen minutes passed once more.

Pushed by Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong walked over somewhat bewildered, her rosy cheeks and big, bright eyes blinking. Her hands were tucked behind her back, and she kept pinching the white dress behind her.

"Ning Rongrong?"

"Don't get me wrong, my dad sent me."

"Okay, this is the last time. I will never jump a fourth time, no matter what."

Dong Qing, unaware of the gravity of the situation, reached out and wrapped his arms around Ning Rongrong's waist, leading her in one last ritual dance.