Chapter 131: Two Handsome Heirs Can't Share One Stage — They Fight!
"Don't indulge her!"
That faint remark instantly silenced Huo Yun'er. She didn't dare argue, couldn't even respond.
Wuwu~
Ancestor, it's not that I won't serve you—it's that they won't let me!
She swallowed her tears and quietly ate the piece of grilled fish the Snow Empress held up to her.
It was... delicious. So tender, so fragrant.
"Gu Yue, my grilled fish is ready!"
Qian Gu Zhangting, all graceful poise and noble charm, approached Gu Yue with a bright smile.
In truth, he didn't even find this girl named Gu Yue particularly pretty—rather plain, even less attractive than Xu Xiaoyan.
He personally preferred cold, refined beauties—the kind like the icy woman standing near them.
Unfortunately, his grandfather had explicitly ordered him to get close to Gu Yue.
So, a grandson's duty couldn't be defied.
In Qian Gu Dongfeng's mind, that woman called Di Xue'er—the Ice Heaven Snow Maiden—seemed deeply connected to the Snow Empress.
Although the Spirit Transmission Tower maintained cordial ties with soul beasts, the Qian Gu family never sought conflict with them.
They didn't need to take power from soul beasts—but if they could ally with them through other means... it would be even better.
Therefore, between Di Xue'er and Gu Yue, Dongfeng favored a friendship with Gu Yue for his grandson's benefit.
Of course, it definitely had nothing to do with Leng Yaozhu's cold rejection of him.
Gu Yue didn't even raise an eyelid. She simply kept eating her fish at her own slow pace.
Hmm?
Seeing this, Zhangting—who had only approached because of his grandfather's orders—lost interest completely.
Still, he tried again, because etiquette demanded persistence.
"Hey, my name is Qian Gu Zhangting—you probably know me. I just wanted to be friends, how about it?"
He smiled in what he thought was the perfect charming expression.
But to Gu Yue, he looked no different from a monkey performing tricks.
Be friends? With you? You're not worthy.
"Sure, sure, sure."
Her dismissive tone nearly made his soul leave his body.
The heir of the Spirit Transmission Tower—a name known across the Federation—had never been ignored like this.
Everywhere he went, all eyes were on him.
And now... a plain-looking girl dared reject him.
Shameless!
Ugly girl!
In his heart, he erased any thought of befriending her.
Even if Grandfather scolded him—he'd at least be able to say he tried.
Ugly women can't be helped. She doesn't deserve my friendship anyway.
He snorted coldly, turned, and walked off.
"Pfft!"
"Who's laughing?"
He spun around, face darkening, and saw a golden-haired youth grinning at him.
"Le Zhengyu! What's your problem?"
"No problem at all," the golden-haired boy said casually. "Just funny, that's all."
"You damn feathered freak! Think sprouting two wings makes you an angel?"
"You!"
That did it—Le Zhengyu's good mood vanished instantly.
"You arrogant trash! You think you're someone just because your grandpa's the Tower Master? Without him, you're nothing!"
"And who are you calling featherbrain, huh? You think I'm scared?"
Le Zhengyu—the heir of the prestigious Holy Angel clan of Douluo Continent.
His father, Le Zheng'en, commanded the Federation's Southern Legion. Though slightly less powerful than the Qian Gu family, the Holy Angel bloodline's heritage was equally deep and noble.
Until recently, Le Zhengyu had been training in seclusion, but when Douluo University opened, his family—loyal Federation officials—immediately sent him there as their representative.
Most students hadn't recognized him, but as the heir of the Spirit Transmission Tower, Qian Gu Zhangting definitely did.
The two families—mutual rivals in both politics and pride.
And both heirs firmly believed themselves the most handsome men alive.
Two handsome young masters couldn't coexist peacefully.
"You wanna fight, huh?"
"You think you can beat me?"
Zhangting's taunt struck home, making Le Zhengyu momentarily freeze—because... he probably couldn't.
They were both ultimate family heirs—but Zhangting was older and had a higher cultivation rank.
Still, conceding? Impossible.
He was Le Zhengyu!
Who was afraid of a spoiled brat with a fancy last name?
"Hah! If you've got guts, suppress your cultivation to my level! Then we'll see who's left eating dirt!"
Zhangting laughed outright.
"You? Fine! Three rings, right? I'll match you!"
He summoned his martial soul—Panlong Staff!
Three purple rings rose around him, gleaming with refined energy.
"Good!"
Le Zhengyu tossed aside his grilled fish. This was no longer about food. This was war for honor.
Holy light began radiating from his body.
Purple! Purple! Purple!
Three soul rings glowed brightly as a pair of pure white wings unfolded behind him, bathing the area in sacred brilliance.
The Holy Angel martial soul!
"Featherbrain! Take my staff!"
"You bastard! First soul skill—Holy Light's Blessing!"
Just as their attacks were about to collide, a flash of golden blade energy ripped the air apart.
The ground cracked open beneath them, and both warriors staggered backward in alarm.
They turned pale—neither had even seen the moment the strike was launched.
Sima Jinchi stood silently, his Dragon-Slaying Blade buried in the earth, the scar in the ground still glowing.
He had given them just enough time to react.
Otherwise, that blow could've killed either of them outright.
The two young men felt their scalps go numb.
Had he really not used any soul skills just now?
If a simple swing of his blade could tear open the ground, what would it do to a person?
Was this instructor insane? Didn't he know who they were?
To attack both heirs of powerful families at once—did he not care to live anymore?!
He'd just offended both their clans!
Sima Jinchi's voice was cold and calm. "During military training, no intra-class conflicts are allowed. Anyone who disobeys will be expelled from Douluo University."
The word expelled hit like thunder.
Both boys froze instantly.
Being kicked out on day one? The Tower Master's heir and the Holy Angel successor?
Becoming legendary clowns in Federation history? Absolutely not!
Even if their pride burned, their grandfathers would kill them themselves if that happened.
"Also," Sima Jinchi added quietly, "I am Sima Jinchi—the personal disciple of Spirit Transmission Tower's Vice Master, Di Tian."
Silence. Then—shock.
What?!
Di Tian's personal disciple?!
Ordinary people might not know what that truly meant.
But these two—heirs to the Federation's mightiest bloodlines—they knew.
This wasn't the kind of man you faked credentials about. Claiming to be Di Tian's disciple falsely was practically a death wish.
Even Ultimate Douluos wouldn't dare.
Because Di Tian would remember your entire bloodline—for millennia.
So this "teacher" wasn't just there to train them—he was there to suppress them and the other pampered heirs.
A bigger fish—sent to tame the smaller ones.
Authority incarnate.
Both boys deflated instantly.
"I was wrong," they said in unison.
For them to admit fault, even a Title Douluo couldn't have made it happen.
But before Di Tian's shadow, they had no choice but to bow.
(END CHAPTER)
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