Chapter 52: Different Xue Qinghe

"A month's time, and this is all you've managed to find out?!"

Qian Renxue, clad in black robes as dark as ink, stood behind the desk. Her slender and fair hand raised high, clutching a stack of papers.

These were the intelligence gathered by her subordinates from the Martial Soul Hall over the past month, concerning nearly a hundred soul masters.

"Swish—"

As her words fell, the papers were all flung to the ground.

Witnessing this scene, the Snake Lance Douluo across from her felt a cold sweat forming on his forehead.

The young mistress had become increasingly gloomy recently, but this was the first time she had erupted in such anger, clearly dissatisfied with the efficiency of their work.

Indeed, while it wasn't clear who exactly Qian Renxue was trying to find among the soul masters, anyone who caught her attention was obviously no ordinary person.

Yet among the soul masters in the gathered intelligence, not one of them had remarkable talent. In Martial Soul City, there were countless soul masters with similar qualifications.

"Mistress, please calm down. Although we haven't found anything significant from the Martial Soul Hall, there is something..."

"What is it?" Qian Renxue quickly restrained her emotions, focusing her gaze.

"The Chen Xin, from The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, when hearing this name, seemed to react strangely."

"Tell me more."

"One of our Soul Saints mentioned Su Cheng's name during negotiations with The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. From his description, it didn't seem like Chen Xin knew this person, but he seemed to have heard of him somewhere."

Qian Renxue's heart stirred at the mention of this. She thought of someone.

"Chen Xin... He's after all..."

Suppressing the urge to interrogate Chen Xin, she lowered her eyelids, deep in thought.

Clearly, the path of Chen Xin was a dead end. Before the Martial Soul Hall, a mere Sword Douluo was insignificant.

However, at this moment, she couldn't mobilize the high-end combat power of the Martial Soul Hall without sufficient reason.

Her grandfather always kept public and private matters separate.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, interrupting her thoughts.

"Come in."

As the door opened, a Soul King walked into the study.

Qian Renxue's cold gaze swept over him.

The sight made the man tremble all over.

"Mistress, there is news from the palace."

"...What happened?"

In truth, she was too disinterested in what chaos had arisen in the palace again, but she couldn't ignore the voice in her heart either.

After a moment of silence, she spoke lightly.

"It's prince Xue Beng, Crown Prince. He got into a conflict with someone in Moon Pavilion, and the other party seems to have some background, the son of an elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan."

Qian Renxue's brows twitched slightly, a hint of killing intent flashing in her eyes.

"That damn guy, causing trouble for me at this time."

Half an hour later, outside Moon Pavilion.

Despite sporting some bruises on his face, Xue Beng still looked arrogantly at the young man across from him.

"No matter who you are, it's useless. My elder brother will be here soon. Apologize now, and leave, you might still have time."

Yu Tianzhi furrowed his brows.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan had been low-key lately, he himself wasn't among the most talented in the sect. But no matter what, he was the son of an elder, bearing the top-tier beast martial soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and could be considered a person of significance. How could he easily back down on his own turf?

But apologizing was out of the question.

It was the other party who had been rude first, and the dignity of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon couldn't be tarnished.

At this moment, two elegantly dressed young men at Moon Pavilion's entrance glanced at each other, feeling somewhat helpless.

Tang Yuehua didn't come forward at this time. She didn't have much favor for this Prince Xue Beng, and with her status in Tian Dou City, she didn't need to give face to this arrogant prince. Everything could wait for Xue Qinghe to handle it.

"What's going on here?"

Just then, a voice rang out.

Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince, had arrived.

Seeing Xue Qinghe dressed in black robes, no one was surprised.

In recent times, the Crown Prince had undergone quite a change in both demeanor and attire.

Initially, some were surprised by this, but now most had grown accustomed to it.

"Brother..." Xue Beng's's face showed a hint of joy.

"Shut up."

Xue Qinghe said calmly, not even looking at him, directly cutting off what he wanted to say.

Turning to Yu Tianzhi, he looked at him with a calm gaze tinged with inquiry.

"Prince Xue Beng, upon arriving at Moon Pavilion, insisted on having Miss Hua Ge play for him. But at that time, Miss Hua Ge was with us. I merely spoke a few words of reason, and he insulted me, saying that someone like me was too vulgar to appreciate art here."

Yu Tianzhi succinctly explained the cause of the incident.

He didn't exaggerate, nor did he go into too much detail in certain places.

Facing the Tian Dou City Crown Prince clad in black, he instinctively felt a bit apprehensive.

Xue Qinghe nodded upon hearing this, without any hint of doubt.

Because this was something Xue Beng would do.

Turning to the "brother" opposite him, he said coldly, "Apologize and compensate."

"Brother, I..."

"I told you to apologize and compensate. Don't you understand?"

He repeated, emphasizing his tone, and black light flickered in his eyes.

Xue Beng's eyes flashed with resentment, then he lowered his head without a word.

Seeing this, Xue Qinghe walked towards him, and in a voice audible only to the two of them, whispered softly:

"Xue Beng, if I catch you causing trouble again, I'll chop off that thing below you and feed it to the dogs. Do you want to try whether that damn Snow Star Prince will protect you?"

As he spoke, his face was filled with a warm smile, as if comforting a younger brother.

But Xue Beng's body trembled slightly.

In his own sightline, a pair of black eyes, as dark as ink, stared at him like a cold poisonous dragon, seemingly ready to kill him at any moment.

"Tsk..."

With a cold laugh, Xue Qinghe turned away.

This was just a self-proclaimed smart fool, at most a puppet in various games.

He then walked to the entrance of Moon Pavilion and nodded at the two elegantly dressed young men.

"Tell Miss Tang, today's losses will be fully compensated by me. If this guy dares to come again, break his legs directly, and I'll take full responsibility for everything."

Having said that, he turned and left.

The two men looked at each other in surprise.

"Oh, one more thing."

At this moment, Xue Qinghe turned back.

Seeing this, the two men relaxed a bit, apparently thinking that the Crown Prince had exaggerated a bit just now.

Reflecting on it, no matter how audacious Xue Beng's actions were, he was still a prince, and even Xue Qinghe couldn't act recklessly.

"I'll add to that. No matter why he's here, whether he's causing trouble or not, his legs can be broken."

Having said that, he glanced sideways at the trembling Xue Beng nearby, snorted coldly, then rolled up his sleeves and departed.

"Disgusting."