Are Sown in Wuhun City, Inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat high on her throne, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.
After listening to Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's report, a chilling aura emanated from her.
Her gaze was like a sharp blade as she coldly stared at the two people below: "So, the two elders mean that you spent two years finally finding the target's trail, only to be thwarted by the sudden appearance of Tang Hao? He not only chased that youth to the Star Dou Great Forest, but also killed people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School along the way?"
"That's right!"
Yue Guan hurriedly bowed, his voice weak: "That sinner Tang Hao is too cunning! Your subordinate and I were about to capture that strangely cunning boy when Tang Hao suddenly attacked! We fought desperately together to kill him, but alas... cough cough, we were no match for him."
As he spoke, he coughed violently, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Ghostly Douluo chimed in at the opportune moment, also appearing severely injured, his voice hoarse: "Cough cough... Your Holiness, Tang Hao's actions are utterly arrogant! I implore you to immediately send more men to pursue him!"
At this moment, Chrysanthemum and Ghostly Douluo were tattered, covered in dust, blood trickling from their mouths, coughing softly from time to time; anyone who saw them would believe they had endured a fierce battle.
Bibi Dong frowned, her mind racing:
'Why would that brat named Dongfang Jing attract Tang Hao's pursuit? Regardless of the reason, once he falls into Tang Hao's hands, how can he survive?'
'What about the secret technique he might possess that could help Xiao Gang break through to level 30?'
'Alas, even if he does, it's probably too late now.'
'Damn the Clear Sky Sect, damn Tang Hao! He ruined my plans! Yue Guan and Ghostly Douluo are two useless trash!!'
She gritted her teeth secretly, but her face remained impassive.
Turning to the cardinal standing in the hall, he ordered, "You shall immediately lead two hundred elite troops to search the Starry Sky Forest. Whether Dongfang Jing is alive or dead, you must bring back accurate information."
"Yes, sir!" The cardinal bowed and accepted the order, quickly leaving the hall.
Bibi Dong suppressed her irritation and turned to look at Ju and Gui, her tone calm yet unquestionable: "Yue Guan, Gui Mei. Although this mission was not entirely successful, considering your hard work over the past two years, the Spirit Hall will not treat you unfairly. Go and rest well, and we hope you will continue to serve the Spirit Hall in the future."
"Yes."
"Your subordinates obey."
The two responded in unison, supporting each other as they staggered out of the hall.
Only when they were far away from the Papal Palace did their backs straighten, regaining their usual posture.
They exchanged a glance and tacitly bumped fists.
Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you appeared just in time!
Above, dark clouds hung like ink, and thunder rumbled.
A torrential downpour began, large raindrops pounding the ground, splashing countless droplets on the muddy earth.
Trees swayed violently in the howling wind. Outside the Starry Sky Forest, four figures, having traveled all the way from Soto City, landed silently.
Ning Fengzhi gazed at the forest before him, his voice heavy: "Your brother entered the forest from here, little girl, you—"
He hesitated, then swallowed his words.
Dongfang Yao leaped down from the Seven Kill Sword, her steps faltering.
The torrential rain soaked her to the bone; her wet black hair clung to her pale cheeks, water droplets constantly rolling down her cheeks.
Her eyes were dark and vacant, bloodshot and lifeless, she walked weakly across the muddy grass.
"Yao'er," Ning Rongrong called softly, holding an umbrella, but Ning Fengzhi stopped her with a look.
Dongfang Yao stopped at the forest entrance, her legs buckling, and she knelt in the mud, splashing mud and water everywhere.
Her small, thin body looked particularly helpless in the downpour.
An oil-paper umbrella appeared above her head, shielding her from the torrential rain.
Chen Xin stood quietly beside the girl, his gaze calm.
Dongfang Yao's voice was dry as she murmured, "My...my brother...he really..."
"Perhaps...there's always a way out," Chen Xin said in a low voice, "but being hunted by a Title Douluo and venturing into such a dangerous place, the hope of survival...girl, please accept my condolences."
Title Douluo Dongfang Yao's fingers dug deep into the muddy ground, her fists clenching tightly: "The culprit...was it someone from the Spirit Hall?"
Chen Xin slowly shook his head, briefly explaining the situation, and then asked, "Have you offended anyone?"
The girl stiffly shook her head.
Offended anyone?
She and her brother depended on each other for survival; when had they ever actively sought trouble?
On the contrary, they had always been hiding and wandering aimlessly.
Could it be... because of the soul bone in that cave?
Dongfang Yao subconsciously touched the necklace around her neck, probing it with her soul power.
She found the soul bone and the Blue Silver Grass lying there quietly, unharmed.
In other words, a new enemy had set their sights on them?
Could it be that her brother had already sensed the danger, which was why he asked her if she wanted to learn swordsmanship from a master, or if she wanted to play with Ning Rongrong?
He had risked his life, deciding to lure the enemy away alone.
"Brother..."
Thinking of her gentle brother who had left her forever, the girl could no longer suppress her grief.
Hot tears mixed with rainwater streamed down her face as she cried out loud.
After a long while,when her emotions had calmed down a bit, Dongfang Yao went to a secluded corner and piled up a small mound of earth.
Her eyes were red and swollen. She found a stone tablet, carved the words "Tomb of Dongfang Jing" with her Star Sword, and placed it before the mound of earth.
The girl knelt before the tomb, her eyes welling up again.
She stubbornly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her gaze hardening once more.
"Brother, Yao'er said, wherever you go, Yao'er will go."
"Yao'er will definitely become stronger! Find the murderer and tear him to pieces!"
"Brother, wait for Yao'er a little longer. After avenging him, Yao'er will come to join you."
She slowly rose.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi approached and asked gently, "Little girl, did your brother explain our identities to you?"
After a brief self-introduction, Ning Fengzhi emphasized Chen Xin's identity.
Dongfang Yao suddenly realized that the sword master her brother had mentioned was the old man before her.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a sect..."
The girl understood that once she made this decision, she would find it difficult to escape.
It would be tantamount to betraying everything her brother had done for her.
She clenched her fists.
"I'm sorry, brother, Yao'er can't bear to live without you." "No matter what, I must become stronger quickly!"
She took a step back and bowed to Chen Xin in a gesture of respect: "Disciple Dongfang Yao greets Master!"
"Good, good, good!" Even the usually serious Chen Xin couldn't hide his joy, saying "good" three times in a row. He quickly helped Dongfang Yao up, "Get up quickly, good disciple!"
"Congratulations, Uncle Jian."
"Congratulations, Grandpa Jian!"
The Ning family father and daughter congratulated each other in unison.
Chen Xin chuckled and led Dongfang Yao onto the Seven Kill Sword, already eager to return to the sect and show off his newly acquired outstanding disciple to that old man.
Star Dou Great Forest, Mixed Circle.
By a certain pool,a blood-covered youth moved his body, struggling little by little to climb out of a dark purple mirror.
As soon as he emerged, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his head buzzing, breathing heavily and rapidly.
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