Chapter 148 - Irritating Xue Qinghe

Ye Zhiqiu's face was sullen, and after taking a sip of tea from the bottom of the cup, he said indifferently, "The prince's palace is so calm, it seems that the news has been received in advance, although I don't know why the elder asked me to help. You seek the throne, but this is not my task. Do I need to kill your father in advance tonight?"

Xue Qinghe's face twitched slightly after hearing Ye Zhiqiu's words. This man was almost the same as what her grandfather said, except for his good talent and a cold facial paralysis. Now Xue Qinghe added another one to his heart. He was a foolish man.

But this kind of mindless man was good. The Elder Hall lacks this kind of talent. The current Elder Hall urgently needs some talented but easy-to-control younger generations to supplement fresh blood.

After all, the geniuses of the younger generation of Spirit Hall were basically in Bibi Dong's hands. When this generation grows up, the Elder Hall would undoubtedly be weak. Just like Bibi Dong considered Ye Zhiqiu as her apprentice, Qian Daoliu also consider Qian Renxue as her granddaughter.

He arranged for Ye Zhiqiu, and undoubtedly want to try to see if there was a chance to pry Bibi Dong to a corner.

After all, Ye Zhiqiu's strength and talent that was shown in Spirit Hall were too strong, and his personality was cold, this kind of person was most suitable for his granddaughter's right and left hand.

They had a good calculation, but will things develop like this?

Xue Qinghe chuckled dryly and said in a low voice: "The saint son must be joking, this plan still needed to be discussed in a long term, not in a hurry."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, pushed the teacup in front of Xue Qinghe, and motioned him to pour the tea.

Xue Qinghe silently cast his eyes to the teapot beside Ye Zhiqiu, 'Do you think of me as a servant? Having been a saint son for some time, have your brain degraded?'

"Click!"

"Boom~"

Ye Zhiqiu's fingers on the table tapped the tabletop. When he tapped for the second time, it seemed that he didn't control his strength well, so he immediately punched a small hole in the tabletop.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's cold expression, Xue Qinghe was speechless. 'Your threat is too obvious, right? Does my grandfather send you to help me?'

[From Qian Renxue's negative sentiment value plus 566...]

566...? Spirit King? It was a good chicken.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled secretly, originally he thought Qian Renxue should be the Spirit Ancestor at this time.

Xue Qinghe suppressed the frustration in his heart, smiled dryly, and lifted the teapot to help Ye Zhiqiu pour a cup of tea.

Ye Zhiqiu took a sip from his teacup and said, "Okay, you arrange it. It's better to hurry up, I'm very busy."

'You are very busy? Am I not busy?'

Xue Qinghe sighed in his heart. If it weren't for Grandpa to order her to draw him in, she wouldn't have left this guy without doing anything.

Xue Qinghe looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a dry smile and said, "We will let the matter of the killing the emperor go first. It's not time yet. I have two other things I would like to ask you for help with."

Hehe, it came...

Knowing that it was not that simple, Ye Zhiqiu thought for a while and decided to see what was going on first.

"I declare in advance that the elder only asked me to help you ascend to the throne, things that have nothing to do with this...it depends on my mood if I want to help you or not." Ye Zhiqiu said lightly.

"This nature..." Xue Qinghe laughed with him, "I heard that although the saint child is only a spirit elder, his combat power is extraordinary, he went into the sunset forest alone to hunt down a hundred thousand-year spirit beast. I wonder if it is true?"

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and said: "This has something to do with what you asked me to help?"

Xue Qinghe said: "Naturally, I must at least know the strength of the saint son."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed, and the deep black pupils turned into a rotating hexagonal windmill in a blink of an eye, and the four spirit rings of purple, black, and red slowly fell from the top of his head.

He didn't speak, but the spirit ring could prove everything.

Xue Qinghe looked a little dull, and the news he heard was as shocking as he saw with his own eyes.

[T/n: I would refer to Xue Qinghe as he until he doesn't reveal his real identity.]

But he didn't believe that Ye Zhiqiu hunted and killed the 100,000-year spirit beast himself.

Xue Qinghe was more willing to believe that this was the spirit ring that Bibi Dong secretly helped Ye Zhiqiu hunt down, and then faked news of him hunting it himself, to help the Saint Child of the Spirit Hall, to build momentum.

Not only did Xue Qinghe think so, but many people think so, even the elders in the Elder Hall think so.

They didn't believe it at all. A twelve-year-old boy could hunt and kill a 100,000-year-old spirit beast by himself. That would be too fantastic to say.

In this incident, they all just listened to it as a joke, and at most, they were shocked that Ye Zhiqiu a child could withstand the pressure of the spirit ring of  100,000 years.

And Bibi Dong herself did not intend to explain this matter.

She was also dumbfounded.

Seeing Xue Qinghe's somewhat sluggish expression, Ye Zhiqiu was secretly happy, but his face was calm, "I don't know if my combat power is extraordinary, but if I fight a little rookie spirit king like you, I will probably give you one hell of a time. The punch is almost there."

[From Qian Renxue's negative sentiment value plus 566...]

'Who are you looking down on? Me Qian Renxue who has innate spirit power at level 20 top martial soul Seraphim, whose spirit power has broken through level 60, although I have not obtained the sixth spirit ring, it is not someone a spirit ancestor with more than 40 levels that can repeatedly provoke. Right?'

"The son is quite rude." The smile on Xue Qinghe finally disappeared, looking at Ye Zhiqiu with an unhappy expression.

"If you are not convinced, let's spar? If this spirit ancestor can't defeat you with one move, it's my loss." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Xue Qinghe with disdain and said lightly.