Eve gawked. “A… God King? From a parallel timeline?”
“Exactly.”
Eve let out a low whistle. “So your speculation was right… Tang San isn’t just a regressor.”
Qian Renxue gave a slight nod, the sunlight refracting off her hair like molten gold. “If my analysis is correct, the Tang San here has been influenced by a Tang San from another parallel world — likely one belonging to the sixth or even seventh dimensional layer.”
Eve looked utterly fascinated. “That’s insane. If that’s true, then this world — Douluo Dalu — can’t be called a low-level plane anymore.”
Qian Renxue’s eyes softened into amusement. “Indeed. But a sixth-dimensional cannot act freely here. This world’s reality works within the framework of its own Laws.”
While saying this, Qian Renxue flicked her wrist lightly. A wooden box appeared from her space soul guide. As it opened, an overwhelming surge of vitality mixed with pure soul power burst forth like a spring tide. The room was instantly filled with a faint golden glow, and even the sleeping tabby cat stirred uneasily, its fur standing on end under the dense aura.
Eve’s eyes widened. “Oh! You took the 100,000-year Right Leg Bone of the Blue Silver Emperor!”
She circled around Qian Renxue like an excited child, eyes gleaming with curiosity and awe. “I can feel the life essence in it even from here… This is practically a treasure filled with vitality itself!”
Qian Renxue gave a faint smile, one hand resting on the box’s lid. “The 100,000 year soul bone of Blue Silver Emperor,” she said softly, her tone carrying both indifference and mockery.
Eve tilted her head, still inspecting Qian Renxue as if searching for something. “Wait a second,” she murmured. “You didn’t… happen to bring the sapling of the Blue Silver Emperor as well, did you?”
Qian Renxue’s golden eyes curved into a crescent as she replied with a smirk. “Am I that evil? I left the sapling behind — a token of hope for Tang Hao and Tang San.”
Her words were calm, yet the chilling undertone of her smile twisted that hope into something far more sinister.
Eve gave a mock gasp, raising her hand dramatically. “Oh no, how merciful of you.. Leaving a spark of hope so you can watch it burn brighter before you crush it yourself.”
Qian Renxue chuckled softly, closing the wooden box. “That’s not mercy, Eve — that’s control. Despair tastes better when it matures naturally.”
She then stood and placed the sealed box on the desk and passed it to Eve, her expression returning to calm calculation. “This soul bone will serve another purpose. Ye Tong — the owner of the Nine Heart Flowering Apple martial soul — he’s a Soul Douluo with exceptional healing ability, but too weak to be of major value right now. If he’s given this soul bone, he might evolve beyond his limits.”
Eve leaned against the desk, crossing her arms. “So you want me to buy his loyalty with?” she asked with a knowing grin. “Smart move. With this soul bone, he might even touch the Titled Douluo realm someday.”
Qian Renxue’s gaze sharpened, her golden eyes gleaming faintly with divine light. “Exactly. A Titled Douluo Healer doesn’t exist in this era.”
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door.
KnockKnock
Eve and Qian Renxue exchanged a look and smiled in quiet amusement.
Eve spoke first, her tone calm and commanding — as though she already knew who was waiting outside.
“You may come in, Your Royal Highness.”
The door opened with a muted creak.
A young man entered — golden-haired, refined in bearing, his crimson-and-gold robe glittering faintly under the lamplight. His posture was upright and noble, but his eyes carried the faint weariness of someone burdened with expectation.
He was Xue Qinghe, second son of Emperor Xue Ye, now the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire — the very image of grace and restraint that the court praised as the Empire’s future.
Yet the moment he stepped inside, his composure faltered. He froze upon seeing not one, but two identical golden-haired women in the room — both radiating the same serene, ethereal majesty.
For a heartbeat, he couldn’t tell which one was Eve.
He only knew about Eve’s name and that Eve has connections to higher ups in Spirit Hall. For now they are in partnership.
Qian Renxue’s violet eyes gleamed faintly. The air around her shimmered — a pulse of her Manipulation ability brushed across Xue Qinghe’s mind, stilling his confusion like the gentle touch.
Her voice was soft, melodic, but carried an undeniable authority.
“Xue Qinghe, why are you here?”
The prince blinked once, and his eyes regained focus. The hesitation vanished from his expression as he straightened and replied,
“Eve, I wished to seek your counsel on an alliance matter. Is it truly necessary to approach the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?”
He spoke with growing conviction, though there was a note of restrained impatience in his tone.
“After all, Ning Fengzhi has already accepted me as his disciple. With the full support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and Spirit Hall behind you, I believe the throne will soon be within my grasp. Another alliance may be… redundant.”
Eve chuckled lightly from her seat, her eyes glittering with mischief.
“My, my. The little prince has grown bold.”
Xue Qinghe stiffened slightly, his composure cracking for just an instant before he bowed his head. “Forgive my rashness, Lady Eve. I meant no disrespect.”
Because of Qian Renxue’s manipulation Xue Qinghe believes that there is only one woman in the room.
Qian Renxue smiled faintly, resting her chin upon her palm.
“It sounds,” she said softly, “as though something has happened that made you particularly… averse to this clan. Perhaps if you explain the reason, I might offer a better solution.”
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