Not long after, Qian Renxue's figure emerged.
For now, she still wore the guise of Xue Qinghe, radiating that noble and elegant temperament. On the surface, she looked calm, not realizing that her true identity had already been exposed.
But when her eyes fell on the shattered gates and the three men surrounded by a wall of guards, Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat. Still, outwardly she kept her composure, feigning irritation.
"Stand down. If these three wish to kill me, none of you can stop them!"
With her hands clasped behind her back, she stepped forward, brows furrowing slightly as she waved the soldiers away. Her tone carried restrained displeasure.
"Elder Chen Feng, Senior Dugu, Senior Yang—you are pillars valued by the Empire. Why act in such a manner? Has the Empire neglected you so badly?"
The Poison Douluo and Yang Wudi only gave cold, disdainful laughs, refusing to answer.
Chen Feng, however, took a few steps forward and halted about three meters away from her. His gaze was steady.
"There are things I wish to discuss with you, Qian Renxue."
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted almost instantly. Though she covered it well, her expression stiffened for a brief moment, and a flicker of unease appeared in her eyes.
"What Qian Renxue? I don't know what you're talking about," she said, feigning confusion.
Chen Feng's face remained expressionless. "Enough pretending. What's the point?"
"I don't understand what you mean…"
Chen Feng sighed. "If you insist on this game, I'll let Senior Dugu and Senior Yang personally remind you that children shouldn't lie."
Her expression froze completely. She glared coldly at Chen Feng, and when she spoke again, her voice had shifted—no longer the warm, measured tone of Xue Qinghe, but the crisp, clear timbre of a young woman. Her true voice.
"How did you find out?"
Chen Feng smiled faintly. "Now, can we talk?"
Qian Renxue cast a wary glance at Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi. "Follow me—alone."
The two elders immediately stretched out their arms to block him. "Don't believe her. Who knows how many experts she has hidden in that residence?"
Qian Renxue's status was too exalted—there was no way she would live here without protection.
In fact, in his past life, she had always been accompanied by the Porcupinefish Douluo and Snake Spear Douluo. If not them now, then surely others.
Chen Feng only waved his hand lightly. "It's fine. They can't do anything to me."
"You speak with such arrogance." Qian Renxue sneered.
Arrogance? Chen Feng smiled inwardly.
No confidence.
Though only a Spirit Sage, he already possessed power on par with a Titled Douluo. Even if her residence concealed two such experts, he had full confidence in escaping unscathed.
Not to mention, within the imperial palace itself stood Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Would the Spirit Hall dare to act recklessly here? If they forced the issue, then let them pay the price of losing two more Titled Douluo.
Thus, Chen Feng followed Qian Renxue alone deeper into the residence, while Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi remained on guard outside, ready to respond at a moment's notice.
The Crown Prince's mansion was vast. They passed through layer after layer of courtyards before arriving at a secluded side hall.
This was a rest area within the prince's domain, restricted to only her most trusted attendants. No outsiders.
Though small, the hall was exquisitely furnished.
And here, Chen Feng encountered two familiar figures—
The Porcupinefish Douluo and the Snake Spear Douluo.
The same two as before.
Not long ago, they had fought to the death on opposing sides.
When the two saw Qian Renxue enter with Chen Feng, both instantly leapt to their feet. Two crushing auras burst forth, pressing down like a tidal wave.
But Chen Feng was no longer the weakling to be slaughtered at will.
An overwhelming killing intent surged out from him, almost tangible, swirling into a vortex.
An invisible barrier formed before him, effortlessly holding back the two Titled Douluo's pressure.
Chen Feng himself merely swayed slightly on his feet, nothing more.
"Your Highness, why bring him here?" Snake Spear Douluo's expression grew grim. Ghost Douluo had been slain by this very man. This Chen Feng was no ordinary Spirit Sage—he wielded strength equal to a Titled Douluo, and bore the inheritance of a God. He could not be underestimated.
Qian Renxue's voice, carrying through the facade of Xue Qinghe, was calm but commanding.
"Uncle She, step outside. I have matters to discuss with him."
"But, Your Highness!"
The two Douluo exchanged uneasy glances. What was there to talk about with this boy? This was far too dangerous.
"Go. I'll be fine," Qian Renxue repeated.
At her insistence, the two finally withdrew from the chamber.
As the doors shut behind them, Qian Renxue said, "This room is equipped with a soundproofing soul tool. Whatever you have to say, speak freely."
Chen Feng was in no rush. He calmly poured himself a cup of tea, sipped, and only then replied.
"I want to cooperate with you."
"Cooperate?" Qian Renxue lifted her chin slightly, looking down at him with cold arrogance. "What cooperation could there possibly be between us? You and Dugu Bo barged in here, exposing my disguise before the Imperial family. You've ruined my plans, and now you want to talk about cooperation? Do you think that's realistic?"
"Why not?" Chen Feng countered with a smile. "I stand before you as the inheritor of the Asura God. Is that not real enough? Qualified enough?"
Qian Renxue frowned. Though Spirit Hall already suspected this, it had been mere speculation from Bibi Dong. To hear Chen Feng openly admit it was to have that intelligence confirmed beyond doubt.
"How exactly do you propose we cooperate?" she asked after a pause.
"Simple," Chen Feng said evenly. "Sever your ties with Bibi Dong. As the inheritor of the Angel God, carrying on that divine legacy is surely the hope your grandfather Qian Daoliu has placed upon you. But Bibi Dong is a woman of boundless ambition. If you walk her path, beware—one day you may end in ruin. Even as a god's heir, you might yet fall."
"Oh?" Qian Renxue sneered. "You believe we will be defeated in the future?"
"Yes."
"Hmph! And who will make us lose—you?"
"Exactly. Me."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "And if I refuse?"
Chen Feng straightened, his body like a drawn sword. His tone was solemn, his words like steel.
"If you wish to test the sharpness of my Shura Seven Kill Sword, then by all means—come and see for yourself."
As his voice fell, crimson light surged. A dark sigil flared at his brow.
The Shura Seven Kill Sword appeared in his grasp.
No soul rings manifested—only seven blazing stars.
Black, black, black, black, black, red, red.
The pressure that erupted was suffocating. Even Qian Renxue, herself a Spirit Sage, felt it—an unmistakable sense of suppression pressing down upon her.
"The power of a God!"
Her pupils shrank sharply. Though she had prepared herself mentally to see it with her own eyes, it was still a shock that sent waves of awe rippling through her heart.