Blue Silver Grass Guide

Should I continue going forward?

Prince Xue Qinghe's words were apparently asking Bai Shasha, Tang Chuan and others whether they would continue to go to "Wuhun City".

After all, on the way to "Wuhun City", there is a high possibility that there will be attacks like today, and the number and strength of the attackers will definitely be more and stronger than this time!

By then, everyone may not be as lucky as they are today to get through it safely.

This is the truth, but Bai Shasha, Tang Chuan and others are not just students participating in the "All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition", they have come from across the border to implement Qianxun Diji's "infiltration plan" and form the "pioneering team" to conquer this "No. 1 Douluo Continent World".

What does it mean to quit now? Not only Tang Chuan, an "old fellow" who looks 11 or 12 years old but is actually in his 40s, but also Jun Jiuge, Xin Zhuoyang and others who are actually under 20 years old, know very well that they will miss the only chance to enter the eyes of the Lord of [Dagan].

"Your Highness!" Tang Chuan stepped forward and said with a firm face: "Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I will cut through them and move forward courageously--!"

Hearing this, looking at the impassioned look on Tang Chuan's face, Jun Jiuge and the others glanced at 'Master Luo' who was talking to the yellow dog and the gray cat not far away, and all of them curled their lips, secretly complaining in their hearts: 'With such a fierce teacher protecting you, of course you are fearless~'

The next second, when Prince Xue Qinghe turned his gaze, everyone's face showed the same fearless expression as Tang Chuan, each one more brave and fearless than the other, and full of high spirits.

Jun Jiuge: "Your Highness, I am not afraid..."

Xin Zhuoyang: "If there is an enemy coming, we will meet them with our spears..."

Zuo Fan: "Your Highness, I have heard that 'without going through the bone-chilling cold, how can the fragrance of plum blossoms be so fragrant'. The hardships along the way will surely become the nourishment for the growth of me and others. I am so happy that I don't have time to turn back halfway--"

Others: “…”

As soon as Zuo Fan finished speaking, the words that others were about to say were stuck in their mouths. Tang Chuan, Jun Jiuge and Xin Zhuoyang, who spoke first, looked at him sideways with flickering eyes.

…

The journey continued. Among the dozen or so giant luxury carriages, except for a few that were unlucky and were completely destroyed by falling rocks and the aftermath of battle, most of the remaining ones could be repaired and continued to be used.

Maybe because there had been an attack before, they knew that the participating teams from the [Tiandou Empire] had become alert, or maybe the two Titled Douluo had returned empty-handed, so they realized that the guarding force here should not be underestimated. In addition, Tang Chuan and others did not retreat and still headed towards the [Wuhun City]. The next ten days passed smoothly.

When a towering city wall with huge reliefs came into the eyes of Bai Shasha, Tang Chuan and others, they knew that the power core of this world: "Wuhun City", had arrived!

…

Five hundred Royal Knights and three thousand armored soldiers who were summoned halfway to serve as guards were stationed outside the city. Crown Prince Xue Qinghe led fifteen participating teams from various academies into the city.

Led by a cardinal, a group of more than 200 people were accommodated in a hotel in the west of Wuhun City.

According to the cardinal, the final of this competition will officially begin in three days. These three days are reserved for the colleges that are tired from the journey to recuperate.

In addition, the fifteen participating academy teams from the [Star Luo Empire] competition zone have already arrived at the [Wuhun City] one step ahead of the people from the Xiantian Dou competition zone, and are currently resting in another hotel in the east of the city.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe did not take seriously the Spirit Hall's operation of dividing the two empires' participating teams into two camps. As soon as he entered the Spirit City, he announced to the public that he was ill and needed to rest and would not see outsiders. All matters concerning the finals of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Competition were handed over to the Crown Prince's Mansion's Chancellors Lin Qian and Nixing to handle.

The first day after arriving at Wuhun City was spent smoothly as people settled in, adapted to, and observed the new environment.

The next day, everything was still calm, as if the attack ten days ago was just an accident.

This calm lasted until the night before the final.

The moonlight was like water, seeping into the house through the cracks in the window and blending with the light of a candle on the table.

Prince Xue Qinghe lay on his side on the bed, his figure obscured by the gauze curtain, only an outline was reflected, with no details visible.

Beside the table was Lin Qian, the secretary of the Prince's Mansion, holding a scroll and reading the words carefully in the candlelight.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew by, causing the candlelight to flicker, and light and shadows intertwined on the wall nearby.

Lin Qian put down the book in her hand, turned her head to look at the bedside, and raised her red lips slightly under her thin veil: "Come uninvited, is this the way of hospitality of the Spirit Hall?"

Beside the bed, a tall figure slowly turned around and looked at Lin Qian who was still sitting upright. Under the nine-curve purple gold crown on her head, her beautiful face showed no expression, and she asked in a flat voice, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Lin Qian's eyes flashed, and she replied slowly: "I am the Secretary of the Crown Prince's Mansion of the [Tiandou Empire], Lin Qian~"

After a pause, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at the visitor, and asked, "So, who are you? What do you want to do here?"

The visitor ignored Lin Qian's question and asked, "Tell me, where is your prince?"

Lin Qian frowned slightly, looked the visitor straight in the eyes, and said in a tone that did not allow for rejection: "Answer my question."

“…”

The room was silent. In the quiet environment, the slightest sound of the breeze outside became extremely harsh at this moment.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the house asking, "Lin Zhanshi, is there anything wrong?"

Hearing Nixing's voice outside the house, Lin Qian looked at the visitor in front of her who was still calm and composed. A strange color flashed in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, and then responded: "Nothing, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is well~"

As soon as these words came out, there was silence outside the room, and then Nixing's voice was heard again: "That's good. If there is anything, Lin Zhanshi can tell us, and we will be here anytime--"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Commander Nixing~" Lin Qian said through the door, nodding slightly.

"It's my duty, so it's not hard work. Your Highness will be taken care of by Secretary Lin~"

“…”

After a brief exchange, Nixing's voice disappeared. Inside the room, the visitor did not look at the figure of Prince Xue Qinghe on the bed. He turned around and sat down at the table, looking at Lin Qian with a scrutinizing gaze.

Lin Qian didn't care about it. She raised her eyes and looked at him, without any fluctuation in her eyes.

After a few breaths, the man's eyes flickered slightly, and he said lightly: "You seem to know me, and you also know my identity?"

"That's right~" Lin Qian did not deny it, nodded calmly, and said: "Bibi Dong, His Majesty the Pope of the Spirit Hall~"

"Oh?" Bibi Dong did not deny it either, and then asked: "Now that you know my identity, you can still sit still?"

"You know, even if Emperor Xue Ye of the [Tian Dou Empire] was here, he wouldn't talk to me as calmly as you do~"

Facing the temptation in Bibi Dong's words, Lin Qian raised the corners of her lips under her veil and said, "Emperor Xue Ye is Emperor Xue Ye, and I am me. Just because he can't face you calmly doesn't mean I have to do the same."

"Interesting~" Bibi Dong's mouth curled up slightly, and her cold face instantly thawed, as if winter had passed and spring had come, beautiful beyond words: "You are very different~"