Douluo: Martial Soul Body, I’m True Master

At night, Xue Qinghe sat cross-legged on the bed, her spirit power circulating steadily within her body.

A slight ripple of spirit power from the outside startled her from her state of concentrated Cultivate.

She knew in her heart that someone must be visiting late at night—otherwise, those two Titled Douluo guarding in the shadows would never have easily released spirit power ripples to disturb her Cultivate.

“Salas is here.”

Porcupinefish Douluo’s voice transmission rang in her ear; Xue Qinghe nodded slightly, stood up, and walked toward the study.

At this time, a figure in the study shrouded in a black robe was slowly shedding his outer covering, revealing his original face.

The visitor was none other than the Spirit Hall Hall Master of Heaven Dou City and Platinum Bishop, Salas.

If anyone else were to witness this scene, their jaws would likely drop to the floor; for the dignified First Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire to meet privately with a Spirit Hall Hall Master was simply inconceivable.

“Young Lord.”

Salas bowed respectfully.

Xue Qinghe waved her hand to signal him to sit, while she walked to the desk and sat down, her fingertips resting lightly on the edge.

“Salas, coming so late at night, is there some urgent matter from Spirit Hall?”

“This—”

The corners of Salas’s mouth twitched slightly, and his expression was hesitant, as if he didn’t know how to begin.

“Feel free to speak your mind.”

Xue Qinghe’s voice remained gentle, yet it carried a faint, overbearing tone that allowed no room for doubt.

“The Supreme Pontiff said—”

Salas was still somewhat hesitant.

“What is that woman up to now?”

Upon hearing it was the Supreme Pontiff’s order, Xue Qinghe’s tone instantly became more impatient, and her mood clearly soured.

“The Supreme Pontiff said she has found the Grandmaster’s real identity and plans to announce it to the entire continent.”

As the words fell, Xue Qinghe’s expression suddenly brightened, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

“The Grandmaster?

That woman actually managed to find his tracks?”

Seeing this, Salas knew Your Highness had misunderstood and didn’t dare to delay any longer, quickly explaining the whole situation: “The Supreme Pontiff said that never being able to find the Grandmaster’s true identity is simply not an option.

It’s a pity that such a prestigious figure cannot be used by Spirit Hall.

Therefore, she decided to forcibly promote a ‘Grandmaster’ to raise Spirit Hall’s status in the hearts of Spirit Masters.”

Salas was prepared to endure thunderous rage, as the plan was truly absurd.

However, the expected fury did not come; instead, the study was unusually quiet.

Was it the calm before the storm?

Salas looked up, only to see that this “First Prince of Heaven Dou” not only was not Life Qi, but instead had a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“If this move actually lures out the real Grandmaster, how do you all plan to handle it?”

Seeing that she wasn’t angry, Salas secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew his own weight: although he seemed influential in Heaven Dou City, in Spirit Hall, his status was far below Your Highness’s, even compared to five or six Titled Douluo.

If he angered this Young Lord, he feared he would die without a place for burial.

Fortunately, Your Highness seemed quite reasonable.

“You…

are not Life Qi?”

Salas still asked cautiously.

Xue Qinghe casually picked up the jade bracelet on the desk, toyed with it between her fingers, and said nonchalantly, “You seem surprised?

Actually, you’re overthinking it.

Although I admire that Grandmaster, I’m not so confused that I can’t distinguish between primary and secondary priorities.”

Besides, when he truly appears, I will naturally have Grandfather treat him well; he will never pose a threat to him.

“I can still distinguish between what’s urgent and what’s important.

By the way, you haven’t said yet, if you really lure out the Grandmaster, how exactly do you plan to handle it?”

Salas’s expression stiffened again, and he replied with gritted teeth, “The Supreme Pontiff’s meaning is: if he is obedient, recruit him for our own use as a Spirit Hall thug; if he is disobedient, kill him directly.

As for the title ‘Grandmaster’, let that substitute keep it forever.”

“What!”

Xue Qinghe felt as if something was wrong with her ears, and her voice suddenly rose; beneath the originally gentle tone, a cold female voice faintly leaked through.

“Repeat that for me again!”

Salas groaned inwardly, resolving never to take on such a miserable task of passing messages again.

But on second thought, this matter concerned Spirit Hall secrets, and very few people knew the inside story.

As the only person in Heaven Dou City who could deliver the message, he couldn’t escape it at all, making him even more depressed.

He didn’t dare to be negligent and honestly repeated the Supreme Pontiff’s instructions.

Bang!

Xue Qinghe slammed her palm onto the desk, cracks rapidly spreading from her palm.

Golden sacred flames suddenly erupted from her body; she was clearly enraged to the extreme.

At some point, majestic spirit power had enveloped the entire study, completely isolating the activity inside.

Two dark figures quietly appeared outside the study door, waiting silently to prevent anyone from disturbing.

“What do you think?”

“I don’t understand it, but I’m greatly shocked.”

“Me too.

The Supreme Pontiff’s move is really—”

Luring out the Grandmaster is reasonable, but the follow-up handling method is truly baffling.”

“If you could understand it, maybe you would be the Supreme Pontiff.

Our mission is to protect the Young Lord; we do whatever she tells us to do.”

Taking a deep breath, Xue Qinghe slowly retracted the flames on her body.

Although the flames were extremely hot, they did not cause the slightest damage to her clothes or the surrounding environment.

“What is the attitude of the Hall of Worship?

You should know that two Worships have both Breakthrough their Rank thanks to the Grandmaster’s theories; they can’t just stand by and do nothing about this matter, can they?”

Xue Qinghe continued to press.

“The Hall of Worship said that everything is up to Your Highness to decide.”

Xue Qinghe frowned slightly: “In other words, if I don’t care, they will just let that woman do as she pleases?”

“This subordinate does not know.”

Salas answered this way, but Xue Qinghe already understood the deeper meaning: if she chose to stand on the Grandmaster’s side, the Hall of Worship would support her in recruiting the Grandmaster; if she stood by, the Supreme Pontiff’s plan would proceed as usual.

No, I must ask Grandfather about this.

This Miss Angel, who had decided to trouble a certain Sir Douluo in the future, regained her calm.

Her fingers lightly tapped on the desk, the dull sound bringing an invisible sense of pressure to Salas.

“I am naturally on the Grandmaster’s side, and I also agree with recruiting him into Spirit Hall, but the Supreme Pontiff’s handling method is absolutely unfeasible.

I will contact the Hall of Worship regarding the specific matters; you don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

“Yes!

Then this subordinate—”

Salas was just about to take his leave, secretly rejoicing that Your Highness didn’t ask any more difficult questions, but of course, what he feared most came anyway.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” Xue Qinghe raised her eyes to look at him, “Who does that woman plan to pin the title of ‘Grandmaster’ on?”

Salas, who was about to turn around, suddenly stiffened, and he wailed in his heart: It’s over!

“It seems…

it’s a person named Yu Xiaogang.”

Salas could only answer honestly.

“Surnamed Yu?

Could he be from the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect?”

This name was very unfamiliar to Xue Qinghe, so she could only make a rough deduction from the surname.

“What’s special about this person?

What is his relationship with the current Supreme Pontiff?”

Xue Qinghe focused on playing with the jade bracelet in her hand, carefully examining the patterns on it, and did not notice Salas’s increasingly ugly face.

Salas felt his head was twice its size and had no idea how to answer.

If he answered truthfully, he seriously suspected that tomorrow, the Platinum Bishop of the Heaven Dou City Spirit Hall would ‘be suicided,’ dying mysteriously with his back full of spears.

This was simply a death trap.

Should he tell her that this Yu Xiaogang is suspected to be her mother’s old lover, and the Supreme Pontiff had specifically instructed him before to look after him secretly in the Heaven Dou Empire?

His thoughts raced, and under the shadow of the ‘Death Star’ over his head, Salas barely managed to find an excuse: “This—I’m not quite sure either.”

“Since that’s the case, then forget it.

I will ask the Hall of Worship myself later; you may withdraw.”

Salas, as if granted a great amnesty, hurriedly bowed and withdrew.

After pushing open the door, he didn’t even have the heart to greet the two Titled Douluo guarding the door, but directly mobilized his spirit power and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

For some reason, his figure had a lightness as if escaping from a demon’s lair.

Xue Qinghe watched his hurried departure, always feeling that something was not quite right.

Recalling Salas’s distorted expression just now, she faintly felt that she seemed to have missed some important information.

Forget it, don’t think about these things for now.

Tomorrow she still has to head to Iron Wall City; it won’t be too late to contact Grandfather once she gets there.

It’s better to rest early tonight and recharge her energy.

Suppressing that slight bad premonition in her heart, Xue Qinghe turned back to her room and entered the Cultivate state once again.

The huge angel statue stood tall in the center of the hall, sacred and majestic, exuding an inviolable aura.

Several figures gathered around Qian Daoliu, talking in low voices.

“Big brother, is it really not quite good for us to do this?

After all, both of us were able to successfully Breakthrough our Rank all thanks to the Grandmaster’s theories.”

Qianjun and Jiangmo Douluo looked at Qian Daoliu with some hesitation.

Qian Daoliu stared at the angel statue in front of him and remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: “Let everything be decided by Xiaoxue herself.

I am doing this for her own good.

The Grandmaster’s influence on her is too great; I fear it will hinder her path to godhood in the future.

That’s why this time, I allowed Bibi Dong to formulate that plan.

Xiaoxue must have already learned the news; how she chooses ultimately depends on herself.

If she chooses to stand by, then her chance of becoming a god in the future may greatly increase: only with no attachments in the heart can one climb the divine ladder.”

“If she chooses to intervene, then we will stop the Supreme Pontiff’s plan and cancel all that farce of the fake Grandmaster.”

Qian Daoliu made the final decision.

Just as he had not stopped Qian Xunji at the beginning, and later had not stopped Bibi Dong, this time, he still left the right of choice to Qian Renxue.

As for the Supreme Pontiff’s plan—first let the fake Grandmaster take the title, and then recruit the real Grandmaster after he appears.

Qian Daoliu knew in his heart that things could never develop to that point.

Or rather, once Qian Renxue learned of the relationship between that ‘fake Grandmaster’ and the Supreme Pontiff, all of Bibi Dong’s plans would come to a complete end.

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