Chapter 121: Internal Strife

Chapter 121: Internal Strife

"But what does this have to do with us? Father, why did you dare to show such attitude towards Patriarch Ning?"

Emperor Xue Ye smiled mysteriously at this question, then motioned for Xue Qinghe to lean in close, so he could whisper into his son's ear.

"Ning Fengzhi is worried that he and the two Title Douluos under him might not be enough to suppress the rumors within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Perhaps it was to explain to Xue Qinghe, or maybe it was because the Heaven Dou Imperial Family had endured the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's arrogance for too long, but the emperor relished the chance to reveal the sect's dirty secrets, his eyes sparkling with rare enthusiasm.

"Those merchants, they may seem wealthy, but there are many rich people in this world.

You could even call those who suddenly strike it rich, wealthy. But being wealthy doesn't necessarily mean you're a merchant, and do you know why? It's because merchants have brains.

But do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect built their wealth with their brains? No, they relied on brute force!"

Seeing his son fall deep into thought, Emperor Xue Ye knew he had understood the crux of the matter.

"There are too many clever people in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and only those with true strength are fit to be its master.

The older generation has two Title Douluos to keep things in check, but the younger generation of powerful assault-type soul masters has always suppressed those with supportive abilities.

The future of the sect relies on Ning Rongrong, but right now, she's in a position of having brains but lacking strength.

Is Patriarch Ning's visit to the emperor related to Ning Rongrong?"

Some things couldn't be said too bluntly, but it was clear as day what was being implied: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was looking for a son-in-law.

"You're right. That's exactly what they're planning. Initially, they had their eyes on Yu Tianheng of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But now, Yu Tianheng is rather close to Dugu Yan, and everyone knows the temperament of the Poison Douluo. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect probably understands this better than we do.

So, their options are becoming more and more limited."

Emperor Xue Ye's voice turned solemn as he patted Xue Qinghe's palm reassuringly.

Xue Qinghe instantly understood.

"Father, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants a prince from the Heaven Dou Empire to marry into their sect?"

Since it concerned Ning Rongrong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would undoubtedly be looking for a son-in-law, and it was out of the question for them to marry their daughter off to another family.

Their only option was to bring someone else into the sect through marriage.

Those with true strength wouldn't want to marry in, and those without it wouldn't be able to control the younger generation of the sect.

As a result, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's options were dwindling.

Their frequent visits to the royal family lately were all part of their plan to get a prince to marry into their sect.

"It's not about marrying a prince into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They want you to marry into their sect.

Your Heaven and Earth Academy needs money, and they have plenty of it. That's why they want you to marry into their sect."

Xue Qinghe's mouth hung open.

The Heaven and Earth Academy didn't need money. They just lacked gold soul coins!

Currently, the academy boasted three Title Douluo-level powerhouses, one of whom was the terrifying existence with forty 100,000-year soul rings!

Moreover, they possessed countless spiritual herbs.

This thousand-year-old spiritual herb that he had given to Emperor Xue Ye might seem incredibly precious to outsiders.

But in reality, he had obtained it four years ago, and it wasn't because he cherished it that he hadn't used it.

Rather, this thousand-year-old ginseng was so ordinary compared to the other herbs he had that he didn't even bother using it.

It was literally a bottom-of-the-barrel herb, used for "padding."

As for the military might of the Heaven and Earth Academy, with all the strange equipment that Wang Shi had developed, Xue Qinghe believed that a hundred-person squad could annihilate a thousand-person squad.

However, this involved Wang Si's true secret—something that, if revealed to outsiders, could bring about a calamity.

To the public, he could only admit that the Tian Wu Academy was truly incapable at the moment.

"...So, grasp this opportunity well. After all, you've known Ning Rongrong since she was little."

Earlier, Xue Qinghe had felt a bit of longing for his father, the emperor, but now, as he listened to his father's matchmaking, he found his earlier thoughts naive and laughable.

Matchmaking was indeed the most annoying thing.

.................

The spies embedded in the Wang Si Manor were indeed from the Wuhun Temple, but a significant portion of them belonged to the Pope's faction.

During Wang Si's stay, someone had died, but it wasn't a student from the Tian Wu Academy; it was one of the spies from the Wuhun Temple.

Someone had dared to attempt poisoning their food—how naive!

Before this spy could act, the poison intended for others was forced down their own throat.

"It seems someone holds a deep grudge against you. They still haven't forgiven you after all this time."

Zhu Ming looked at Wang Si, who was frowning, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face. Clearly, she was thinking of something that amused her.

Wang Si responded with a black face and no words.

The people from the Wuhun Temple couldn't possibly be unaware of Wang Si's team composition, which included one of their own Title Douluos.

Trying to poison them was impossible; the other party was simply trying to disgust them.

This was a petty move, and Wang Si naturally knew who was behind it.

Someone had tried to poison him in the past, but to no avail.

Now, with another attempt at poisoning, there was a strange hint of ambiguity in the air.

Wang Si almost laughed at himself when he thought of this.

While his physical body remained at the Tian Wu Academy, his divided spirit, controlling the body of Zi Xiao Douluo, Ling Yan, was seriously examining the corpse and determining the identity of the perpetrator.

"This person is from the Wuhun Temple!"

She stated her conclusion, but the reactions of Wang Si and Zhu Ming left her a little perplexed.

"What? Is there a problem with that?"

"Yes, that's right. It's someone from the Wuhun Temple."

Wang Si's teeth were clenched, and he turned to Zhu Ming.

"There's still some time before the Soul Master Competition. Are you interested in going out and having some fun with me for a few days?"

Zhu Ming raised an eyebrow at Wang Si's suggestion.

"What? Aren't you afraid of her identity? Are you not scared anymore?"

Zhu Ming teased with a mischievous smile.

Wang Si could only respond with a helpless pout.

"Who said we're going to see her this time? The Wuhun Temple isn't just her. I also have a senior sister there."

Zhu Ming had been quite excited, but when she heard Wang Si's intention, her enthusiasm waned.

However, facing Wang Si's determined gaze, she reluctantly nodded.

"Alright, I'll accompany you this time. It'll be a good chance to get familiar with Wuhun City ahead of time, which will make it easier to escape later if needed."

Wang Si and Zhu Ming's conversation left Ling Yan a little confused, but when Wang Si mentioned the word "senior sister," her eyes flashed with recognition.

There weren't many women in the Wuhun Temple, and for Wang Si to specifically refer to someone as his "senior sister," there seemed to be only one person who fit the bill.

Noticing Ling Yan's thoughtful expression, Wang Si frowned.

"You should know what you're allowed to say and what you shouldn't, right?"

Wang Si's gaze turned dangerous.

Threatened by Wang Si, Ling Yan became even more convinced of his intentions.

"Wait, I know..."

(End of Chapter)

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