Xue Qinghe, or rather Qian Renxue, as the inheritor of the divine power, is most sensitive to this change in aura.
She knew very well what this meant.
Her heart began to race uncontrollably.
This man...
It's gotten even stronger!
Her knuckles were slightly white as she held the wine glass.
She raised her eyes, and her gentle gaze shone with a light of inquiry and awe.
"Blue Silver King".
She spoke slowly, her voice clear and gentle, yet carrying a subtle hint of solemnity.
"You... broke through?"
Tang Qing finished the remaining wine in his cup, then casually placed the white jade wine cup on the table with a crisp "tap".
Then, he slowly stood up from the armchair.
As he stood up, the deep aura that had been contained within him, like an ancient beast awakening, instantly filled the entire main hall.
Xue Qinghe felt his breath catch in his throat, and his fingers holding the wine glass tightened involuntarily.
Her spiritual senses, as a successor of the gods, were frantically warning her.
The man before me, with each breath, had already completed a leap in his life.
Tang Qing met her shocked gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"good."
He spoke, his voice calm, yet it struck Xue Qinghe's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Level 98".
"!!!"
Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant.
"Nine...ninety-eight levels?!"
She was speechless.
She suddenly remembered something, and her eyes were filled with horror as she looked at Tang Qing.
"Blue Silver King, you...you've actually reached level ninety-eight!"
"It's only been a few days since we last met?!"
A few days!
In just a few days, he achieved a breakthrough that every Title Douluo has dreamed of?!
Seeing Xue Qinghe's astonished face, Tang Qing wore a rather strange expression.
He sat down again, poured himself a glass of wine, and said slowly:
"That's pretty normal, isn't it?"
Xue Qinghe froze completely.
normal?
These two words, spoken by Tang Qing, were so casual, yet they carried an extreme contempt for the entire cultivation system of the world.
Tang Qing took a sip of wine, seemingly explaining it to her very seriously.
"I was given my title at the age of sixteen."
"I'm twenty years old this year, and I'm only in the 98th grade."
"In total, he only advanced seven levels in more than four years."
"..."
Xue Qinghe murmured the word repeatedly, feeling that his understanding over the years had been completely shattered at this moment, and then ruthlessly trampled on the ground.
Grade 4, Level 7!
Moreover, it's the Title Douluo realm after level 90!
On this continent, there are countless titled Douluo who, throughout their entire lives, are unable to advance their soul power by even one level!
But he said, "That's enough."
"puff--"
A surge of blood rushed to his head, and Xue Qinghe almost spat out his wine.
Her carefully constructed facade of gentle refinement, which she had maintained for many years as the Crown Prince of Tiandou, crumbled completely at this moment.
"normal?!"
She couldn't help but raise her voice, her phoenix eyes fixed intently on Tang Qing.
"This is not normal at all!!"
"You're only twenty! You've already broken through to level ninety-eight at twenty! You call that normal?!"
Xue Qinghe felt her worldview collapsing, as if tens of thousands of soul beasts were galloping and roaring in her mind, crushing all her pride and confidence to dust.
She always believed that she was destined for greatness and was the most dazzling genius of this era.
But now, in front of Tang Qing, her so-called talent is simply a joke!
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been standing quietly to the side, bowed slightly and added the final straw to Xue Qinghe's shock with her clear and melodious voice.
"Your Highness, please calm down."
"Your Highness's cultivation speed is indeed too fast."
Her words were respectful, yet they conveyed a sense of pride and honor.
"A twenty-year-old from the class of '98."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that such a miracle could exist in this world."
Zhu Zhuqing's words gradually calmed the turbulent blood in Xue Qinghe's chest.
Instead, there is a deeper sense of powerlessness.
She looked at the composed man before her for a long time, then let out a long sigh, her voice filled with unprecedented admiration and bitterness.
"Without being a genius, one's view of the Blue Silver King is like trying to see the moon through a well."
"When I look at the Blue Silver King, it's like a mayfly gazing at the blue sky!"
This was a heartfelt expression of her feelings.
Only those who truly stand at the pinnacle of genius can most clearly feel just how desperate the chasm between themselves and Tang Qing truly is, a chasm that seems insurmountable.
She felt like she had wasted the last twenty years of her life.
I, Qian Renxue, am twenty-three years old this year, and my soul power is only level seventy-three.
Among their peers, this is already an achievement that is enough to make them stand out from the crowd.
But compared to him...
The gap is too big.
A strong sense of frustration welled up inside me.
When will she be able to win over the man in front of her?
The moment the thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly engulfing her entire body.
No!
I, Qian Renxue, will never give up!
The more unattainable something is, the more valuable it is to conquer!
One day, I will definitely pin you down, you monster!
The fleeting flame in the depths of her eyes did not escape Tang Qing's notice.
Tang Qing looked at her with great interest, then suddenly spoke, his tone tinged with amusement.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
This time, he no longer referred to himself as "this king," but instead used "I."
"I'm curious, are you a genius?"
Xue Qinghe's newly ignited fighting spirit was instantly extinguished by this casual question.
she...
How should she answer?
Qian Renxue is a genius, a genius that is one in ten thousand on the continent.
But "Xueqing River" is not.
Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of Tiandou, is known for his benevolence and wisdom, but in the path of Soul Master cultivation, his talent can only be considered above average.
To admit or to deny?
Admitting that something doesn't match one's public persona will raise suspicion.
Denying it is tantamount to admitting to this man that you are mediocre.
At this moment, even with Qian Renxue's cunning and composure, she was caught in a dilemma. Her handsome face turned pale and then red, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Just as the atmosphere became somewhat tense, a barely audible chuckle rang out.
It is Zhu Zhuqing.
Seeing Xue Qinghe's embarrassment, a faint smile appeared on her face. She took a few graceful steps, walked behind Tang Qing, and stretched out her slender hands to massage his shoulders.
With her movements, the well-tailored black dress accentuated her breathtaking figure.
She turned slightly to the side, seemingly unintentionally adjusting her posture.
Beneath the skirt, slit to the upper thigh, long, slender legs encased in sheer black stockings crossed, creating an incredibly alluring angle.
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