Chapter 84 Xue Xing: I Am Not Interested in the Throne
As for this soul guide, no one cared much. If they didn't get it, they didn't get it.
Soon someone presented it to them. Moreover, the person who came was quite unexpected a middle-aged man in his thirties, tall and thin, dressed elegantly.
"Master Ning, I didn't expect you to be here too."
The person greeted enthusiastically.
Gu Han and Bibi Dong recognized this person. It was Xue Xing, the fourth prince of Tiandou.
It was this person who had gone to Spirit City with Prince Xue Ye to attend the Pope's wedding last time.
"Your Highness Xue Xing."
Ning Fengzhi smiled elegantly and politely, while reaching out to put away the jade pendant.
Xue Xing's eyes were sharp. He saw Bibi Dong almost at second glance. The other party was too stunning—simply the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. There was no one else. It was impossible to look away.
Gu Han took a step forward, blocking his gaze, and looked at him with a fake smile: "Your Highness Xue Xing, do you still recognize me from our meeting in Spirit City?"
Xue Xing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Gu Han carefully. Suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition.
"You—why are you here too?"
There was no way not to recognize Gu Han. He had been too dazzling in that competition, even overshadowing Tang Hao. Xue Xing had been present, and the impression was too deep to forget.
"Hmph. Your Highness Xue Xing, if you're here to deliver something, you can leave. If you're trying to get close to me, there's no need."
Gu Rong didn't give the royal any face. What if he was part of the royal family?
On this continent, strength was always respected. Every Title Douluo-level existence held a transcendent status. As for the royal family, if you wanted to give them face, you could. If not, they could only swallow their anger.
Xue Xing staring at Bibi Dong the moment he arrived made Gu Douluo, who loved Bibi Dong, instantly lose any good impression. He spoke bluntly without courtesy.
Although Bibi Dong was dissatisfied with being stared at, her heart warmed when she saw her junior brother step forward to block her. So, she didn't get angry immediately.
Otherwise, she would have already drawn her sword.
"Uh… Your Majesty Gu Douluo, please don't joke. I want to ask Sect Master Ning to move to a private room for a chat."
Xue Xing feared being refused, so he quickly added, "This concerns the affairs of the empire. Please don't refuse."
Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then turned to Gu Han and Bibi Dong: "Brother Gu, Her Highness the Saint, shall we go together?"
"Of course."
Gu Han nodded slightly. But he could tell Ning Fengzhi was actually refusing—bringing them along was to make Xue Xing back off.
"This…"
Xue Xing hesitated, then nodded with determination.
"Alright. In that case, please follow me."
Gu Han and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. Since the other party insisted, their curiosity was piqued.
Ning Fengzhi gestured with his hand, "Your Highness, please lead the way."
"Okay, everyone, follow me."
Xue Xing nodded and led the group to a lounge set up in the auction house.
Inside, Ning Fengzhi and the others sat on the sofa, looking at Xue Xing with confusion. The latter glanced around the door, then closed it after confirming no one was nearby.
Bone Douluo frowned slightly and asked, "Xue Xing, what on earth are you doing?"
"Your Highness, Bone Douluo, please wait a moment."
Xue Xing said, then took out a soul bone that shone with gemstone light from his soul guide.
"A soul bone of ten thousand years!?"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened in surprise. Moreover, it was gemstone-grade. The aura of this soul bone was no less than fifty thousand years. Even the wealthy Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had few soul bones of this quality.
Xue Xing held the soul bone in his hand and knelt beside Ning Fengzhi, saying sincerely, "Please save me, Sect Master Ning!"
Ning Fengzhi pretended not to understand and stepped forward hurriedly to help him up.
"Your Highness Xue Xing, what do you mean? You are a prince of Tiandou—who dares to threaten your life?"
"How could I possibly save you?"
Xue Xing refused to get up, lowering his head to hide his expression. His voice was slightly choked.
"Master Ning, if you don't agree to save my life… I won't get up."
"Junior brother, this guy failed to seize power from the crown prince and is afraid the prince will kill him after ascending the throne?"
Bibi Dong tugged Gu Han's arm and whispered in his ear.
Gu Han raised a finger to his lips, "Senior sister, let's just watch the show."
No one present was a fool. Xue Xing clearly wanted to make a last-ditch effort using the power of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
He was so anxious today, and it was Prince Xue Ye attending the competition, not the old emperor. That probably meant the old emperor's health was failing.
The emperor's end was near. For Xue Ye to ascend the throne smoothly, Xue Xing—known as the virtuous king and refusing to go to his fief—would naturally become a thorn in his side. He'd want to eliminate him early.
Xue Xing coming to the Seven Treasures Sect today likely meant he lacked military support.
Or, at least, he didn't have as many people as Xue Ye and had little chance of winning, so he wanted external help to turn the tide.
"Oh."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly and no longer spoke, simply watching Xue Xing's performance in silence.
"Ah… Your Highness Xue Xing, if you have something to say, just say it directly. If I can help, I will."
Ning Fengzhi sighed. Dragging things out wasn't helpful—it was better to get to the point.
Xue Xing's heart was moved, and he allowed himself to be helped up. He sighed, his expression full of sorrow.
"Alas… Sect Master Ning, you don't know. My father's health is failing. The imperial physician says he likely won't live through this month."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered, and then he turned with a wave of his sleeve, his demeanor regal.
"Your Highness Xue Xing, what do you mean by this? My Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has no intention of interfering with royal affairs. I'm afraid I can't accept this soul bone. Let's pretend today's conversation never happened."
"No! Sect Master Ning, you must help me!"
Xue Xing knelt again, grabbing Ning Fengzhi's thigh, weeping: "I'm not interested in the throne! But I've always opposed my elder brother's policies. I fear he won't let me live once he takes power. Sect Master Ning, you must save me!!"
Ning Fengzhi believed the second half—but as for not being interested in the throne, he sneered inwardly.
Not interested in the throne, yet refusing to return to your fief and lingering in Tiandou City?
Not interested in the throne, yet raising so many followers in the court?
Not interested in the throne, yet running to plead for your life now—offering a gemstone-grade soul bone worth over fifty thousand years?
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