Just then, the door to Shrek Academy's preparation room was gently pushed open.
Xiao Wu walked in, her face full of sorrow. Her usually vibrant large eyes were now red and swollen, streaked with blood, and her delicate face was etched with helplessness and anxiety.
"Master, Little San... Little San has been captured by Spirit Hall for several days now. What... what should we do next?"
Walking directly to Master, her voice choked as she said, "Are we... are we just going to stand by and watch Little San be taken to Spirit City by Spirit Hall?"
Days ago, when Tang San was knocked out and dragged away by Temple Knights in front of a large crowd...
Xiao Wu felt as if her heart was being torn apart by a thousand knives. That was the person she cared about most! That was the person she loved most!
But what could she have done then?
Tens of thousands of people filled the Great Spirit Arena, surrounded by powerful individuals. The Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall personally presided, and there were so many powerful Temple Knights.
With her meager strength as a Spirit Ancestor, rushing forward would only be a futile sacrifice. What could she change?
At that moment, an immense feeling of powerlessness and despair almost engulfed Xiao Wu. She could only endure the heart-wrenching pain and watch Tang San being taken away.
Then, she placed all her hope in the teacher whom Tang San respected so deeply.
These past few days, she had come to Master almost every day, each time with the same question, tearfully pleading, hoping he could find a way to rescue Tang San.
Seeing Xiao Wu's tear-streaked, desperate, and helpless appearance, Master sighed, then comforted her in a somewhat mysterious tone:
"Xiao Wu, you don't need to worry too much."
"Little San's father came to see me secretly last night. After the promotion rounds conclude, on the way when Spirit Hall escorts Little San to Spirit City..."
"He will personally intervene and rescue Little San!"
"Really?!" Xiao Wu heard this, as if seeing a glimmer of light in endless darkness. She was so excited she almost jumped, her voice trembling as she asked, "Master, are... are you telling the truth?! Little San's father will rescue him then?!"
"Absolutely!" Master nodded heavily, a look of everything-under-control on his face, and said, "With Little San's father taking action, rescuing Little San will be no problem!"
Receiving such a definite answer from Master, the huge stone that had been weighing on Xiao Wu's heart for days and nights, almost suffocating her, finally fell into place.
She let out a long sigh, vigorously wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and broke into a smile. She bowed respectfully to Master, expressing her heartfelt gratitude:
"Thank you, Master! Thank you for telling me this news!"
After speaking, Xiao Wu seemed to be re-energized. She turned around with light steps and left the room, eager to share this good news with Boss Dai and the others.
After Xiao Wu's figure completely disappeared outside the door and her footsteps faded into the distance...
Master's eyes suddenly turned cold. He slowly turned his head to look at Yu Tianheng, who was still leaning back in his chair, his face pale from his injuries, and said in a deep voice:
"Tian Heng, regarding this Golden Dragon Martial Soul, it's better sooner than later."
"Immediately write a letter on my behalf and send it back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"Inform the Clan Chief and the Elders, especially... make sure my father knows, about everything seen today, especially the formidable power of Xiao Rui'er's Golden Dragon Martial Soul, and the immense value its Bloodline could bring to the evolution of the Clan's Martial Soul, in full detail."
"If the old fellows in the Clan are truly interested in this Golden Dragon Bloodline, have them conceal their identities and ambush the Tianxing Academy's convoy on its way to Spirit City. After Tang Hao makes his move and the entire convoy falls into chaos, they can then seize the opportunity to snatch the Bloodline!"
Hearing this, Yu Tianheng endured the sharp pain in his chest and nodded, but a hint of doubt still flickered in his eyes as he asked in a low voice:
"Uncle, this plan is clever, to have the Clan send people to ambush and seize the Bloodline amidst the chaos. But... if the Clan truly succeeds, won't the Golden Dragon Bloodline ultimately belong to the Clan, to those meritorious Elders or Core Disciples? You... you still won't be able to obtain it, will you?"
He worried that his uncle would work hard only to benefit others in the end.
In Yu Tianheng's childhood, Master had held him, played with him, and told him many interesting stories about Soul Masters. These memories were far more profound than anything else.
As the eldest grandson of the Clan, his grandfather and father were extremely strict with him, only caring about his Soul Power progress and Soul Skill usage.
Only Master, only this uncle before him...
Truly brought him some of the joys of childhood.
Therefore, in Yu Tianheng's heart, he cared deeply about this uncle.
Upon hearing Yu Tianheng's words, Master's lips curved into a strange and confident smile.
Immediately after, a glint flashed in his eyes—a certainty born from a deep understanding of human nature, especially the bond between father and son.
"Tian Heng, you are right, but also not entirely right." Taking a deep breath, Master calmed his turbulent emotions and said with extreme confidence:
"Although I am your grandfather's most unaccomplished son, and the shame of the entire Clan. I am also the son your grandfather loves most, and even feels guilty towards!"
"This news about the Golden Dragon was provided to the Clan by me, Yu Xiaogang! This is a monumental achievement! This opportunity is enough to cause a leap in the Clan's Martial Soul!"
"I think... given my father's, your grandfather's character, and his favoritism and compensatory feelings towards me, once the Clan's great deed is accomplished and they obtain the Golden Dragon's Bloodline, he will absolutely not forget me, his meritorious son!"
As he finished speaking, he forcefully suppressed the constantly churning emotions in his heart, waved his hand gently at Yu Tianheng, and said with an undeniable tone of resolve:
"Tian Heng, go handle this first."
"Remember, the letter must be quick, and its content must be compelling enough to move hearts."
Hearing this, Yu Tianheng looked at Master's almost frenzied yet self-consistent demeanor, his heart chilled. He dared not ask further, and enduring the pain, he nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Uncle, I'll go do it now."
...A week later, the Heaven Dou qualifying rounds successfully concluded.
The result was without suspense: Tianxing Academy once again triumphantly claimed the championship of the Heaven Dou region with an undefeated record of complete victories.
The overwhelming strength it displayed left all its opponents breathless.
At the subsequent closing ceremony, Emperor Xue Ye delivered an impassioned speech, encouraging all advancing teams to bring glory to the Heaven Dou Empire in the grand finals.
As the Emperor of the Empire, he could not easily leave Heaven Dou City, so he announced that Crown Prince Xue Qinghe would represent him as the envoy of the Heaven Dou Empire, participating in the final judging of this grand competition.
The fifteen qualifying teams from the Heaven Dou Empire would be personally escorted by Crown Prince Xue Qinghe to the designated city to participate in the grand finals hosted by Spirit Hall.
The teams were given only three days to adjust their condition.
Three days later, a contingent of over a thousand people, including the members of the fifteen teams, their accompanying teachers, and five hundred Royal Knights responsible for escort, set off.
They majestically embarked on the journey to Spirit City, the venue for the grand finals.
The journey from Heaven Dou City to Spirit City was long, requiring approximately twenty days. The schedule for the grand finals was not lengthy; adopting a complete knockout system, the thirty-three teams from the two great Empires would determine the final victor in less than ten days.
Spirit Hall attached great importance to these grand finals.
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