The sight of Northern Jiangsu restraining the thousand-year-old white horse was truly astonishing. Liu Erlong remained modest and low-key, but with Northern Jiangsu's talents, he was clearly a top-tier prodigy, beyond adequate description.
"Principal Liu, do you need my assistance to handle this?" Xue Qinghe asked with concern. She worried about Northern Jiangsu; Yu Yuanzhen was rough and careless in his power, and his skin was thick. What if he hurt his imperial brother?
Northern Jiangsu's skin was delicate—if hurt by members of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus, who would console him?
Principal Liu's mood darkened, knowing he couldn't match Yu Yuanzhen alone and had no trump cards except the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
"I'm heading to Thunder Academy," Liu Erlong answered gruffly. "For Xiao Bei's sake, I must do this. With my Soul Saint power, it won't be hard for them to come out and meet me."
"It's a big matter. I don't want to lose face anymore. I'll curse all the streets if I have to. Let's see if Yu Yuanzhen values the reputation of Blue Lightning Tyrant Longzong and Thunder Academy more than dragging me down with disgrace!"
Suddenly, trees around them crashed down.
The trees seemed to cry out, "What did I do wrong?!"
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Two days later.
Inside the Pope Hall of Wuhun Temple, Qian Renxue appeared beneath the grand steps.
She wore a simple yet elegant golden palace dress with a stand-up collar framing her fair neck, long golden hair flowing freely.
Her translucent seraph brand graced her eyebrows, and her bright eyes glimmered with urgent purpose.
Though standing below the hall's highest seat, her beauty and aura rivaled the woman seated there.
That woman was Bibi Dong, Pope of Wuhun Temple and Qian Renxue's biological mother.
Tall and imposing, clad in luxurious black robes with gold patterns, she wore a nine-curved purple gold crown and held a scepter inlaid with precious stones.
Her perfect complexion and noble demeanor radiated elegance, serenity, and majesty like no other.
Though mother and daughter, they could pass for sisters.
If anything could surpass such beauty, only Northern Jiangsu could rival it.
Bibi Dong's cold eyes swept over Qian Renxue, supreme pope's prestige filling the air.
"Your breath is disordered. You've not been unsettled for long. I said, without necessity, you mustn't come to me. Your identity now isn't Saint of Wuhun Temple, but Crown Prince Xue Qinghe!"
Bibi Dong held her scepter gracefully, her posture majestic like an empress.
The two goddesses exchanged glances. Qian Renxue calmed herself and said softly, "If nothing's wrong, why would I come to you?"
"Why?"
Bibi Dong's face tightened slightly—her relationship with her daughter was complicated.
Though blood from the sinful devil's head flowed in Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong secretly hated it.
Yet after all, Qian Renxue was flesh of her flesh, the only relative she had.
This conflict meant Qian Renxue lacked maternal love and was raised mostly by her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
This independence made her strong and decisive, enabling her to disguise herself as Xue Qinghe so well at such a young age.
"I…"
Qian Renxue hesitated briefly, then looked up and said, "I have something to ask."
"To ask?"
Surprised, Bibi Dong regarded her arrogant daughter. Such words of begging were rare; usually there were only confrontations.
Bibi Dong's delicate face softened. "What I can do, your grandfather can too. Why come to me?"
On Douluo Continent, three limits stood tall: Ocean Invincible Bo Saixi, Land Invincible Tang Chen, and Sky Invincible Qian Daoliu—Qian Renxue's grandfather and the great worship of Wuhun Hall, envoy of the God of Angels. All were 99-level limit Douluos.
"Grandpa has long avoided external affairs. You don't know his mind, so why bother me?"
Qian Renxue was frank and fearless, speaking in a way few dared to address Bibi Dong.
"This matter is crucial to me and deeply impacts Wuhun Temple. If you refuse, we might lose the opportunity," Qian Renxue's lips whispered.
"Oh?"
Bibi Dong was intrigued.
"Did Emperor Xueye discover your identity? Or did Clear Sky School officials come down from the mountain? Or did you uncover the soul beasts' abnormal movements?"
"Abnormal movements?"
Qian Renxue's face briefly clouded with disappointment.