Chapter 347: Qian Renxue

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The schedule for the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament was already halfway through.

Zeng Yi, as the representative of the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team, had an impressive record of 14 wins and 1 loss.

In the matches they won, the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team won very easily; either Zeng Yi would defeat their opponents in seconds, or the opponents wouldn't dare to fight back and directly surrender.

The only loss they had was the first match where they were brutally defeated by the Team Shrek, of course, Zeng Yi was just a bystander at that time.

During this period, the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team didn't encounter any other teams from the Five Element Academies. However, the audience was well aware that even if they did encounter those teams, they wouldn't stand a chance against the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team with Zeng Yi.

The tragic outcome of the Blazing Academy was still vivid in the audience's memory.

Everyone had already assumed that the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team would continue with an undefeated streak, secure their spot in the next round, and enter the elimination stage with a dominant posture, becoming a strong contender for the championship of this competition.

In the Heaven Dou City, in the Spirit Temple of Martial Spirit, an existence second only to the Pope's Hall in the Spirit Temple.

There were two Spirit Temples in the Spirit Temple, each located in the capitals of the two major empires, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

In the branch of the Spirit Temple in Heaven Dou City, Salas, the master of the temple, had a happy smile on his face as he personally brewed a cup of tea and brought it to the middle-aged man with no expression sitting across from him.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Zeng Yi, the genius of your prestigious sect, to be the fiance of our Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden. This is something Sect Head Ning should have told me earlier. It was almost a big misunderstanding. Hahaha!"

Salas sat back in his seat, his mouth still curved, unable to close it due to laughter.

Ning Fengzhi gave a cold glance at Salas, calmly saying, "So, if Zeng Yi wasn't the betrothed to your Holy Maiden, are you suggesting that you would have taken action against our sect's genius?"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze made Salas tremble, even though he was an old-style Spirit Douluo. This was the imposing manner that Ning Fengzhi had cultivated and nurtured by staying in a high position for a long time.

Not long ago, Ning Fengzhi had learned about the assassination of Zeng Yi by a Spirit Saint. He had almost lost his life because of it.

Ning Fengzhi not only suspected Salas, the Master of the Spirit Temple, but anyone who dared to make a move against Zeng Yi. However, there was no evidence, so Ning Fengzhi could only bear with it.

But if this matter had truly been instructed by Salas, the consequences would be severe even though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Temple were in an alliance.

Under Ning Fengzhi's cold gaze, Salas realized his mistake and quickly said, "Haha, I mean to say that the genius of your sect, Zeng Yi, is not only powerful but also outstanding in appearance. The first time I saw him, I couldn't help but be amazed. How could there be such a person in this world?

At that time, I was thinking about how to introduce such a hero to His Holiness and even wanted to play the matchmaker for our Holy Maiden.

If such a hero could form a bond with our Spirit Temple's Holy Maiden, it would truly be a match made in heaven!

But I didn't expect His Holiness to have such foresight and had already arranged for the Holy Maiden to be engaged to him.

After receiving this news, I was both shocked and happy, tears of joy filled my eyes. Finally, my idea came true."

Salas even made an appearance of sentimentality and wiped his reddened eyes, despite the nonexistence of tears.

Then he sighed deeply.

"I have no regrets in my life for being able to witness such a perfect match!"

Hearing Salas's words, Ning Fengzhi not only sighed at the thick-skinned old man but also found it amusing. Even though Salas's current expression and demeanor were excellent, comparable to an actor, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but chuckle when he thought about Zeng Yi's excellent performance at the match, his clenched fists, and the countless thoughts he had but couldn't unleash.

Ning Fengzhi silently watched Salas's expression and quietly mocked him in his mind.

"A few days ago, Zeng Yi was attacked by a Spirit Saint. Did Bishop Salas hear anything about it?" Ning Fengzhi calmly asked, looking at him with a half-smile.

As soon as he heard that, Salas's teacup immediately crumbled into powder, his surprise turning into anger.

"What? Such a thing happened? Who would dare to attack the fiancé of our Spirit Temple! If I find out who did it, I will report to His Holiness and wipe out their influence!"

Every movement and change in Salas's expression was observed by Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but wonder if the Spirit Temple was responsible for this incident, despite the union between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Temple.

At that moment, Salas noticed Ning Fengzhi's gaze.

"Is Master Ning suspecting that the Spirit Temple is responsible for this? How is that possible? Zeng Yi is the future husband of our Holy Maiden, why would we harm our own people?

Though I didn't know before, once I found out, we were already related by marriage, and I won't lie to Master Ning. I did have that thought before, but I never took any action, and I learned about the engagement after reporting it to His Holiness. I was surprised to find out that Zeng Yi was the future husband of our Holy Maiden!"

Salas patted his chest, vowing to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi chuckled, "Our sect doesn't suspect you. I just casually mentioned it. After all, Zeng Yi is not only the disciple of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect but also the fiancé of your Holy Maiden, so you should be aware of what happens to him."

Now, Salas's expression became serious as well. He said, "Master Ning, I am aware of this matter since it happened within the area I oversee. I cannot sit idly by. The Spirit Temple will investigate this matter, uncover the mastermind, and make them pay the price they deserve."

After learning that Zeng Yi was the Holy Maiden's fiancé, Salas instinctively considered Zeng Yi as someone from the Spirit Temple. If anyone dared to provoke their Spirit Temple, they would know the consequences.

"Then I'll trouble Bishop Salas." Ning Fengzhi said with a faint smile.

"No trouble at all, we're family after all."

They chatted for a while, and Salas put down his teacup, squinting as he looked at Ning Fengzhi, then smiled.

"Master Ning, although your sect's Zeng Yi is engaged to our Holy Maiden, the two have never met. His Holiness has always wanted to witness his extraordinary talent with his own eyes."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was not right.

"What do you mean?"

Salas smiled, "His Holiness wants to invite your sect's Zeng Yi to be a guest in the Spirit Temple for a while. What does Master Ning think?"

"What did you say?"

Ning Fengzhi was surprised and immediately put down his teacup, standing up and looking at Salas with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Now that he was making this request, Ning Fengzhi knew that this Pope Bibi Dong had some other ulterior motive.

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Inside an elegant house, Xue Qinghe looked at the letter in his hand, his expression stiffening and then turning angry.

In an instant, the piece of parchment in his hand turned into a cloud of powder.

Bang!

Unable to control his emotions, Xue Qinghe slammed his hand on the table, and his spiritual power shook, causing the delicate sandalwood table to collapse.

"That damned old woman! How dare she use such despicable means!"

"What about the Golden Generation? Weren't you proud of them? Why are you suddenly afraid?"

Xue Qinghe's eyes glimmered with a mocking light, his mouth curled up, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Xue Qinghe knew that Bibi Dong wanted to bring Zeng Yi back to the Spirit Temple because she was afraid of her Spirit Hall losing face if they were defeated by him and his Spirit Hall in front of everyone.

Although Xue Qinghe was also part of the Spirit Hall, he didn't care about the honor of winning the competition or whether the Spirit Hall could win the championship. In fact, he even looked forward to seeing the Spirit Hall being defeated by another team, and he eagerly anticipated witnessing that woman's embarrassment.

But he didn't expect that the old woman would directly overturn the chessboard.

It's truly ridiculous!

Xue Qinghe's tightly clenched fist struggled with mixed emotions, hesitation apparent.

No, Zeng Yi cannot go to the Spirit Temple; otherwise, it will be walking into a tiger's mouth. The dangers outweigh the benefits.

What should I do? How can I change this situation!

Xue Qinghe's mind raced, thinking about how to solve this problem.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes!

"Shadow!"

As Xue Qinghe's voice fell, a few seconds later, a black figure appeared silently behind him, kneeling down in salute.

"From now on, you will handle everything." Xue Qinghe said calmly, turning to look at the shadow.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The shadow respectfully responded and stood up. Then, his body began to change, and in the blink of an eye, his figure, as well as his appearance, became exactly like Xue Qinghe's. Not just his looks, even his demeanor was identical to him, as if they were the same person.

At the same time, as the shadow transformed into Xue Qinghe, Xue Qinghe's appearance also began to change.

His silver long hair turned into a light golden color, and his burly figure visibly shrank, becoming slender and graceful, perfectly shaped.

His originally handsome young face turned into an elegant and noble, unparalleled beauty.

After returning to his original appearance, Qian Renxue couldn't help but be stunned. She didn't expect to meet him again like this.

I'm sorry, Zeng Yi.