Chapter 406: The Blonde Beauty in the Secret Chamber, Qian Renxue’s True Form
Chapter 406: The Blonde Beauty in the Secret Chamber, Qian Renxue’s True Form
Riding through the streets in the luxurious carriage of the Crown Princes Residence, Lin Qingmo felt like a sucker about to be lured into a trap.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, emitting a rhythmic "clatter" sound.
Coupled with the conspicuous emblem of the Crown Princes Residence on the carriage, pedestrians along the way hurriedly gave way.
"Quite the spectacle."
Lin Qingmo lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, watching the street scene pass by, silently calculating in his heart.
"For Qian Renxue to seek me out at this time, it’s nothing more than testing, soliciting, or... a showdown."
The carriage stopped in front of the Crown Princes Residence. The vermilion gates were wide open, and two rows of guards looked straight ahead without blinking.
A middle-aged man who looked like a steward came up to greet him, his smile as standard as if it had been measured with a protractor.
"Young Master Lin, Your Highness has been waiting inside for some time. Please, follow me."
Passing through three courtyards and winding around the nine-curved corridors, they walked deeper and deeper inside.
Lin Qingmo noticed that the surrounding guards were becoming fewer, but the hidden auras were becoming increasingly strong.
At least three Spirit Saint-level entities were lurking in the shadows.
Finally, the steward stopped in front of a detached hall.
"Your Highness is inside the hall. Captain Lin, please enter."
The steward bowed and retreated, his footsteps so fast it was as if he were afraid of being chased by something.
Lin Qingmo stood before the hall doors and took a deep breath.
Just as he stepped into the hall, a feeling of being watched appeared—it was two gazes.
One was as cold and sinister as a viper, the other as sharp as a spear.
"Porcupinefish Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo."
Lin Qingmo understood in his heart, "Having two Titled Douluo as doormen, Qian Renxue has really pulled out all the stops."
On the surface, he remained calm, his pace unchanged, and he even began to appreciate the furnishings inside the hall with keen interest.
Rosewood tables, Hetian jade ornaments, and famous paintings hanging on the walls—every item was worth a fortune.
But Lin Qingmo knew that in the eyes of true powerhouses, these things were nothing but passing clouds.
What was truly valuable was the military configuration hidden inside and outside this hall.
In the center of the hall, a young man stood with his back to him, admiring a landscape painting.
Dressed in a moon-white robe with an upright posture, he turned slowly after hearing the footsteps.
Xue Qinghe.
The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, the son most valued by Emperor Xue Ye, and the virtuous heir praised by everyone in the imperial court.
Of course, all of this was fake.
Lin Qingmo cupped his hands in a salute: "Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"Brother Lin, you are too polite. Please, sit."
Xue Qinghe smiled gently, personally led him to his seat, and poured tea for him with his own hands.
Lin Qingmo picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and took a sip. "Mm, good tea. This is Cloud Mist Tea produced from the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, right?"
"Tea trees soaked in the life aura of Spirit Beasts truly have a distinct flavor."
"Captain Lin understands tea?" A trace of surprise flashed in Xue Qinghe’s eyes.
"A little." Lin Qingmo said modestly.
The two of them drank tea and chatted just like that.
From the daily training of the Royal Fighting Team to the teaching reforms at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and then to the livelihood and economy of the Heaven Dou Empire, they eventually even talked about the situation on the continent.
Lin Qingmo responded flawlessly.
He praised when he should, concealed when he should, and never remained vague when he needed to be clear.
When Xue Qinghe mentioned the military movements of the Star Luo Empire, Lin Qingmo talked about trade balance.
When Xue Qinghe mentioned the expansion of the Spirit Hall’s influence, Lin Qingmo spoke of the construction of the Spirit Master cultivation system.
It was like two chess players in a match, with every move hiding a sharp edge.
Xue Qinghe’s smile became increasingly sincere, but Lin Qingmo knew that the more it was like this, the more the other party was brewing a killing move.
Sure enough. "Brother Lin." Xue Qinghe suddenly put down his teacup, his gaze like a torch: "How do you view the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong?"
It was here! The air in the hall solidified.
Those two peeping gazes hidden in the shadows became tangible at this moment, firmly locking onto every subtle reaction of Lin Qingmo.
Lin Qingmo knew that if he answered this question well, he might survive.
If he answered poorly, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to leave the door of the Crown Princes Residence today.
He unhurriedly took another sip of tea.
"Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong..." Lin Qingmo put down his teacup, his expression calm: "She is a powerful Supreme Pontiff."
"During her reign over the Spirit Hall, she continued the system of free SpiritAwakening for commoners and the distribution of basic cultivation subsidies, preserving the upward mobility channels for low-level Spirit Masters."
"From the perspective of institutional continuity, she has at least maintained the Spirit Hall’s contribution to the stability of the continent on the surface."
"As for her personal strength, being able to become the youngest Supreme Pontiff in the history of the Spirit Hall speaks for itself."
These words were neither praising nor disparaging, objective and neutral.
However, when Xue Qinghe heard this, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
He stared at Lin Qingmo, and in those originally gentle eyes, only scrutiny and disappointment remained.
"This is not what I wanted to hear." Xue Qinghe’s voice lowered, carrying a trace of imperceptible hoarseness.
"Oh?" Lin Qingmo paused. He slowly put down the teacup, the porcelain making a crisp "clack" as it touched the tabletop.
Then, he looked up and met Xue Qinghe’s eyes. A mysterious smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Then, what does Your HighnessXue Qinghe want to hear?" He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said word by word.
"Or rather, what does the real Your Highness beneath this skin want to hear?"
As the words fell, Xue Qinghe’s pupils shrank sharply. In that instant, Lin Qingmo clearly saw the knuckles of the hand holding the teacup tighten abruptly.
The two auras hidden in the shadows became restless simultaneously, killing intent surging like a tide, only to be forcibly stopped the moment it was about to touch Lin Qingmo.
"..." In the deathly silence, Xue Qinghe stared at Lin Qingmo, and Lin Qingmo looked back at Xue Qinghe. It felt like a century had passed.
Xue Qinghe slowly stood up. "Follow me." His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against metal, a stark contrast to his previous gentle-as-jade image.
Lin Qingmo got up and followed Xue Qinghe toward the depths of the hall.
In front of a seemingly ordinary wall, Xue Qinghe pressed his palm against it, his spirit power vibrating at a specific frequency.
"Click, click, click—" The wall slid open to the sides, revealing a secret passage extending downwards.
Night-luminescent pearls were embedded on both sides of the secret passage, their dim light illuminating the stone steps spiraling downwards.
Lin Qingmo followed Xue Qinghe down step by step. The entrance to the secret passage behind them slowly closed, isolating everything from the outside world.
The secret chamber was not large, and the furnishings were simple. A stone table, two stone stools, and a perpetual lamp hanging on the wall.
The stone door of the secret chamber slammed shut behind them. Xue Qinghe stood with his back to Lin Qingmo, motionless.
"You really knew my true identity." The voice echoed in the enclosed space, carrying a metallic resonance.
Lin Qingmo leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed. "Young Lord of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue."
The few words were light, yet they exploded like a thunderclap. Xue Qinghe’s body trembled violently.
It was an instinctive reaction after being thoroughly seen through. Then, he... no, it should be said she, slowly turned around.
A miraculous scene occurred. Starting from the tips of the hair, the black color faded away like a receding tide, revealing a brilliant gold.
There was a slight "crack" sound from the facial bones, and the angular male contours gradually softened, transforming into a peerless, stunning face that could topple cities.
The change in figure was even more obvious. The originally loose moon-white robe became form-fitting, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.
Golden long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, her skin was as white and smooth as congealed fat, and her features were as exquisite as an artwork carved by the hands of a Heavenly God.
The most eye-catching part was her eyes. Golden pupils like a burning sun radiated a holy and inviolable light.
The owner of the SeraphimSpirit, daughter of the Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, and the undercover agent who had been lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire for over a decade—Qian Renxue.
At this moment, she stood right in front of Lin Qingmo. Lin Qingmo’s pupils widened slightly.
Although he had been mentally prepared, the moment he truly saw Qian Renxue’s real face, he was still stunned.
This beauty, this figure, this temperament! "She is truly worthy of being the number one beauty of the Spirit Hall." He praised sincerely in his heart.
(End of Chapter)
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