"Who is this young lady?"
Xue Qinghe looked at Ning Fengzhi with a questioning look.
Ning Fengzhi thought for a moment and felt that there was no need to hide this matter, nor could it be hidden anyway.
In any case, he planned to support Xue Qinghe in the future, so this was a good opportunity to make his stance clear.
After the Crown Prince found out, he would also report to Emperor Xue Ye, so as not to cause unnecessary suspicion to the emperor.
He then introduced with a smile: "Qinghe, this is a disciple who follows Sword Douluo in his cultivation, named Dongfang Yao."
"Yao'er, the one beside me is the eldest prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, and also the current Crown Prince, His Highness Xue Qinghe."
Dongfang Yao had already guessed it in her heart, but she still showed just the right amount of surprise on her face and bowed slightly: "So it is His Highness the Crown Prince, Dongfang Yao greets you."
'Dongfang Yao?'
Qian Renxue thought to herself, quickly searching her memory, but she had no recollection of her.
He remained composed, still offering gentle praise: "So you're a disciple of Sword Douluo, it's a pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind, call me Brother Xue, just like Rongrong."
Dongfang Yao readily complied, nodding obediently: "Yes, Brother Xue."
After some pleasantries, Ning Fengzhi had finished his business and planned to return to his sect, so he took his leave with his daughter and Dongfang Yao.
The original plan to visit the academy was thus abandoned.
"Sister Dugu, Sister Ye, we'll come visit you again next time we have time."
"Alright, come to the academy to see us anytime."
Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling also bowed to Xue Qinghe and took their leave: "Your Highness, please excuse us."
"Yes, please give my regards to Senior Dugu and Senior Ye."
"Certainly."
Xue Qinghe returned to his own chambers in the palace and dismissed all the servants.
After confirming that no one was around, he reached into his robes, flipped his wrist, and swiftly lifted an exquisite mask that connected to the depths of his hair, revealing his true face.
With skin as white as snow, a straight nose, and slightly slender yet imposing phoenix eyes, this was her, Qian Renxue.
"Uncle She, have you found anything?" she asked in a cool, clear voice.
Serpent Spear Douluo She Long appeared silently, kneeling on one knee: "Young Master, this matter is somewhat strange. The Spirit Hall has no records of that girl."
He changed the subject, handing over a document: "However, there's no one with the same name, but there is one with the same surname, and the information is quite astonishing."
Qian Renxue took the document, quickly scanning it, and softly read out the key information:
"Dongfang Jing, born with full innate soul power, seven years old, possesses two thousand-year soul rings, masters a strange escape technique, and once silently escaped the pursuit of the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He is suspected of knowing a method to increase the absorption age of soul rings, and is accompanied by a young sister."
"When he reappeared two years later, according to Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, this child was already a Soul Master. Later, he was chased to the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest by Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao."
Reading this, Qian Renxue couldn't help but gasp, her pupils slightly contracting.
This person's talent... it sounds even more monstrous than her own!
She continued reading: "The Spirit Hall dispatched two hundred elites to search deep into the forest, but to no avail. He is presumed dead."
Qian Renxue's fingers tightened unconsciously, crumpling the edges of the paper. Her voice carried a suppressed coldness:
"Such important intelligence, why is it only being reported to me now? What use is a dead man!"
She Long, sweat beading on his forehead, respectfully replied: "Young Master, this intelligence was only recently secretly transmitted."
Qian Renxue instantly understood, a nameless fire surging in her chest.
"It's that woman again!"
She practically spat out these words through clenched teeth.
Since she had discovered such a genius long ago, why hadn't she informed her in time? She had kept it a secret until now!
She knew without a doubt that the woman's thoughts were probably still revolving around her useless Yu Xiaogang!
Now that there was a trace of Tang Hao, the enemy who killed her father, why didn't that woman pursue him? Did she really have no heart at all?
Qian Renxue used her hand to soothe her burning heart, her palm inadvertently brushing against the soft pectoral muscles.
This Dongfang Jing possesses exceptional talent; if she could be of use, she would undoubtedly be a great asset in achieving her grand ambitions.
But the person is already dead; could she possibly resurrect someone?
"So, that Dongfang Yao is his sister?" Qian Renxue suppressed her anger and calmly analyzed.
"Judging from her age, characteristics, and relationship, it should be her. As for why there's no record of her martial soul, it's likely she awakened it privately. But for now, her identity as a Sword Douluo disciple is undeniable."
Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment, then walked to the candlestick, bringing a corner of the document in her hand close to the flame, watching it slowly curl, char, and finally turn to ash.
"The matter of Dongfang Yao is not urgent for now. 'Xue Qinghe' is now Ning Fengzhi's disciple; it's perfectly reasonable for a disciple to visit his teacher at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I will have my own way of subtly inquiring about it then. You may leave now."
"Yes."
She Long's figure quietly disappeared.
Only Qian Renxue remained in the room.
She stared at the falling ash beside the candlelight, her eyelids twitching slightly without warning.
She subconsciously brushed her fingers across the fine ash,a strange feeling inexplicably stirring within her.
"What's going on?"she murmured, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.
Time flowed on, the warmth of spring evaporated by the scorching summer sun, even the air itself carrying a hint of heat.
In the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, inside the bamboo and wood house meticulously crafted by Dongfang Jing,
Bi Ji reclined gracefully in a rocking chair, a gift specially prepared for her by her obedient disciple.
Her slender fingers held a steaming cup of coffee, taking a small sip; the mellow aroma made her eyes squint slightly, clearly showing her fondness for this drink from the human world.
In her other hand, she held the book "One Hundred Explanations of Hidden Weapons," flipping through it with great interest, especially the chapters about "Qiankun Wenqing Valley" and numerous rare herbs.
A gust of wind carrying the scent of grass and trees blew into the wooden house, ruffling her emerald green hair.
On the table,an ancient bamboo scroll titled "The Beginner's Guide to Soul Guidance Devices: Core Arrays" rustled in the wind.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
The rhythmic, heavy tapping sounds came from outside the window, steady and powerful.
Bi Ji's lips curved slightly; she rested her chin on her hand, her gaze gently fixed on the window.
There, Dongfang Jing stood shirtless, sweating profusely in the open space.
His well-defined muscles were clearly visible in the sunlight, his short, silver-white hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his forehead.
Despite the heat, his purple eyes remained sharp and focused, fixed on the metal on the anvil.
He held a massive iron hammer, and with a heavy slam and a swift rebound, his body smoothly spun, the hammer swinging again in a wide arc, striking the red-hot iron with even greater force, sending sparks flying.
He was using the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.
As for how he learned it,of course, it was taught to him by the mirror image of Tang San.
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