Chapter 150: Snake Lance Douluo, Porcupinefish Douluo, Yanzi~ and the Golden Angel
Chapter 150: Snake Lance Douluo, Porcupinefish Douluo, Yanzi~ and the Golden Angel
A moment later.
The carriage stopped.
"Your Highness, we have arrived."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath.
She lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, her face already restored to the gentle and steady demeanor of the Crown Prince.
She nodded to the attendants who came to greet her and walked inside with steady steps.
Passing through the front hall and rounding the corridor, she headed straight for the deepest part of the Crown Princes Residence.
There was a secret room there.
Aside from her, only two people could enter.
The heavy stone door closed behind her, cutting off all sound from the outside world.
The secret room was lit by ever-burning lamps; the light was dim, and the air smelled of old scrolls and cold iron.
Qian Renxue stood still and did not look back.
"She Long, Ci Xue."
Her cold voice echoed in the enclosed space, shedding the gentleness of the Crown Prince and revealing the sharp coldness belonging to the Young Lord of Spirit Hall.
Two figures emerged silently, as if seeping out from the shadows.
On the left was a tall, thin old man wearing dark purple martial attire.
On the right was a short, stout old man with a round face and a smiling expression, but the light glinting from the slits of his eyes was chilling.
Snake Lance Douluo, She Long.
Porcupinefish Douluo, Ci Xue.
The two Titled Douluo knelt on one knee and bowed their heads, saying, "Young Lord."
Qian Renxue turned to look at them.
"Rise."
The two stood up and waited respectfully with their hands at their sides.
"What do you see there?"
Qian Renxue raised her hand and pointed to the air in front of her.
She Long and Ci Xue looked up simultaneously.
Their gazes were as sharp as knives, scraping over every inch of the space she pointed to.
Waves of spirit power emanated from them as the Titled Douluos’ perception was pushed to the limit.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
"..."
The two exchanged a glance.
"Reporting to the Young Lord."
She Long spoke, his voice raspy.
"Your subordinate sees nothing."
"Neither do I," Ci Xue added.
"There is no residual spirit power in that space, no concealment techniques, nothing at all."
"!"
Qian Renxue’s heart sank slightly.
Even Titled Douluo cannot see it?
"Are you sure?"
Her voice grew even colder. "Look carefully. Could it be some extremely sophisticated illusion ability or Spirit Ability?"
She Long frowned.
He concentrated his perception again, even utilizing part of his Martial Soul True Body’s power.
Those eyes belonging to the Snake Lance glinted with dark gold; wherever his gaze fell, even the tracks of dust motes floating in the air were clearly visible.
Nothing.
Still nothing.
"Young Lord."
He said in a deep voice, "If it is an illusion Spirit Ability that even Ci Xue and I cannot detect, the opponent’s strength is likely above Level 98, or even..."
He didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.
A Level 99 Limit Douluo, or... a God.
"Did you encounter an enemy?"
Ci Xue pressed further, the smile gone from his round face, replaced only by solemnity.
"Do we need to contact the High Priest immediately?"
"..."
Qian Renxue did not answer immediately.
She stared at the two of them, then looked back at the Light Screen still floating before her eyes.
The chat records on it were still scrolling.
"Young Lord?"
She Long called out again.
Qian Renxue snapped out of it.
She looked at the two loyal Titled Douluo before her; the concern and vigilance in their eyes were painfully real.
But they couldn’t see the Light Screen and couldn’t perceive anything unusual.
"It’s nothing."
Qian Renxue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze had cleared.
"It might be that I’ve been too tired lately and saw things wrong."
She waved her hand. "You may withdraw. Strengthen the security of the Crown Princes Residence, especially around the secret room."
She Long and Ci Xue exchanged a look, doubt still in their eyes.
But they would not disobey the Young Lord’s command.
"Yes."
The two bowed, and their figures slowly merged into the shadows and disappeared.
The secret room became completely silent.
Qian Renxue walked to the wall, leaned her back against the cold stone, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
The light from the ever-burning lamps cast flickering shadows on her face.
That gentle face belonging to Xue Qinghe now revealed the exhaustion belonging to Qian Renxue.
She looked up; the Light Screen was still there.
The text had updated again.
[Ding! Welcome to the Douluo Dalu Fan Group!]
Qian Renxue stared at those lines of text for a long time.
Then the corners of her mouth twitched, and she let out a laugh.
The sound was low, echoing in the secret room, a bit self-deprecating and a bit cold.
"Douluo Dalu Fan Group... Fine, let me see what kind of ghost you really are."
...Inside the Chat Group.
Message bubbles popped up one after another, flashing by so fast they made one’s eyes dizzy.
[Daddy Douluo]: Hahaha!
[Daddy Douluo]: Did you guys see that? Yu Xiaogang’s face turned the color of pig liver. It’s hilarious.
Lin Qingmo was sharing his joyful mood of the day in the Chat Group.
Suddenly.
Two originally grayed-out avatars at the bottom of the member list lit up.
A faint white glow flickered around the avatar frames, pulsing like a breath.
Lin Qingmo’s eyes widened instantly.
"Holy crap?"
He sat up straight from his rattan chair, sunflower seeds spilling all over his lap.
[Daddy Douluo]: Whoa!
[Daddy Douluo]: @Yanzi~, @Golden Angel, Yanzi! Little Angel!
The message was sent out.
Everyone staring at the Light Screen noticed... In the Shrek Academy dormitory,
Xiao Wu sat cross-legged on a bed not far from Lin Qingmo.
Her long pink hair was draped over her shoulders.
She was boredly stealing glances at Lin Qingmo’s profile, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
Her other hand reached for the headboard, grabbed a carrot, and took a loud "crunchy" bite.
In the girls’ dormitory, Ning Rongrong was leaning back.
She was wearing a light green nightgown and holding a pair of small silver tweezers, slowly cracking open the shells of osmanthus-flavored melon seeds.
She popped a seed kernel into her mouth, her eyes still fixed on the Light Screen, watching with great interest.
By the window, Zhu Zhuqing stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the windowsill.
Moonlight spilled in from outside, coating her in a silver lining.
She didn’t speak, her gaze falling on the Light Screen, cold and clear.
Until that @ message popped up on the Light Screen.
Xiao Wu’s carrot stopped at her lips.
Ning Rongrong’s hand, holding the tweezers, paused in mid-air.
Zhu Zhuqing’s fingers, which were wrapped around her arms, curled slightly.
The three of them stared at the Chat Group almost simultaneously.
"Newcomers?"
The same thought occurred to all three of them.
Must observe carefully!
...Blue Tyrant Academy Dean’s Office
"Boom!"
Liu Erlong slammed her fist onto the desk.
The solid wood surface let out a dull thud, and cracks spiderwebbed out from under her fist.
Her chest heaved, her breathing heavy and rapid, fire burning in her eyes.
She was thinking of Yu Xiaogang again.
That bastard.
That bastard full of theories and a face of sanctimonious hypocrisy.
How could she have been so blind as to believe him for so many years?
"You absolute scoundrel..."
She cursed under her breath and sat down, propping up her forehead.
She massaged her throbbing temples with her fingertips, feeling a nerve in her head twitching with pain.
The pale blue Light Screen popped up at that moment.
Liu Erlong looked up irritably.
Then she froze.
"Hmm?"
She saw the two newly lit avatars on the Light Screen and Lin Qingmo’s boisterous @ mention.
She was stunned for two seconds.
She lowered her hand from her forehead and slowly sat up straight.
Her elbows rested on the cracked desk, her fingertips tapping the Light Screen, once, then again.
The fire burning in her eyes was gradually replaced by another emotion.
Curiosity and interest.
"There are newcomers..."
The corners of her mouth twitched; the smile wasn’t gentle, but it finally carried a bit of life.
Good.
Having some new fun is better than sitting here alone being angry at a man who gained fame by deceiving the world.
(End of Chapter)
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