Chapter 58: The Mischievous Old Rogue and the Crafty Little Fox

Clear Sky Clan.

At this point in time, there were still about ten years to go before Qian Xunji would send Spirit Hall's expedition to annex Sea God Island. As such, neither Qian Daoliu nor Tang Chen had any knowledge of Bo Saixi's existence.

Which meant, naturally, that Tang Chen remained the current clan head of the Clear Sky Clan.

With him in charge, the Clear Sky Clan was truly worthy of being called the number one sect on the continent—and unsurprisingly, they were also among the first to receive an invitation from Spirit Hall.

Seated upon the sect master's throne, Tang Chen held the wedding invitation in hand and chuckled with genuine amusement.

"Haha! So Brother Qian's son is finally getting married, huh?"

Then, glancing toward the Soul Sage standing below the platform, he spoke:

"I've received the invitation. Three months from now, the Clear Sky Clan will attend the wedding at Spirit Hall to offer our congratulations."

"If that's the case, I won't impose further, Your Eminence. I'll take my leave."

Salas gave a slight bow. Even though Tang Chen didn't release a shred of pressure, his presence alone—as a Rank 99 Limit Douluo—was enough to make Salas break into a cold sweat. He didn't even dare lift his head, let alone make eye contact.

"Mmm. No need to rush, Messenger. Tian'er, escort Salas to rest for a bit. He's come a long way—let him eat something."

"Understood."

Tang Tian, Tang Chen's son, was naturally also the father of Tang Xiao and Tang Hao. He was around ten years older than Qian Xunji and had already reached the peak of Rank 95 as a true Titled Douluo.

"No, no, there's no need to trouble the clan head. I still need to deliver invitations to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Heaven Dou imperial family. I can't afford to linger."

Though the offer was hospitable, Salas didn't dare accept. Having a Titled Douluo accompany him was too much, so he quickly made an excuse to leave.

Tang Chen nodded slightly, waving his hand.

"Very well. I won't keep you. Tian'er, see our guest out."

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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

Following the early death of the previous clan master, the then thirty-year-old Ning Fengzhi had been forced to step up in a time of crisis, taking over leadership of the powerful clan.

Fortunately, years earlier, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had made a wise investment by recruiting two extraordinarily talented Soul Douluo—who had since both broken through to become Titled Douluo.

Those two were:

Sword Douluo Chen Xin: Rank 93, an attack-type Titled Douluo.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong: Rank 92, known for his eerie flexibility and near-impenetrable defense.

Despite being a few ranks lower, their strength was easily on par with Rank 95 Titled Douluo.

With their help—and thanks to Ning Fengzhi's outstanding leadership—the clan had stabilized both internally and externally over the past few years.

Compared to Salas's nerve-wracking visit to the Clear Sky Clan, the envoy's experience at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was far smoother.

Though Chen Xin and Gu Rong's auras were also intimidating, they paled in comparison to Tang Chen's presence.

At this point, the invitation from Spirit Hall had already been delivered into Ning Fengzhi's hands.

Though still younger and not yet at his future prime, Ning Fengzhi already carried himself with poise and wisdom. His features were refined and elegant, with a straight nose, well-shaped mouth, and a calm, scholarly demeanor. Long, neatly arranged hair flowed down his back, and his warm gaze concealed an unfathomable depth.

He wore a pristine white glazed robe, spotless and noble, exuding an air of dignified warmth that struck a perfect balance between authority and approachability.

"The Pope's marriage is a rare joyous event across the continent. Naturally, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will not miss the occasion. Bishop Lordia, you've traveled far to deliver this invitation. It's already late—why not stay the night and rest here in our clan?"

Lordia glanced at the sky outside. After a moment's thought, he nodded and offered a courteous salute.

"Then I shall gratefully accept your hospitality."

"A guest is never a burden."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and waved it off. He then summoned a Soul Sage-level steward to escort Lordia to his accommodations.

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Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

When news came that the Pope was taking a wife, Yu Yuanzhen was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected Qian Xunji to decide on marriage so suddenly—but he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he cheerfully said that he would personally attend the wedding and enjoy a celebratory drink.

Across the continent, the moment Spirit Hall's invitations arrived, almost every major power—including both the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires—chose to give face and send representatives, if not go themselves.

The Heaven Dou Emperor's health had been in decline for some time. In his stead, Crown Prince Xue Ye and his brother Xue Xing would represent the imperial family.

Star Luo was a different story.

The Star Luo Emperor had only ascended to the throne ten years prior. Still young and in his prime, his strength was formidable, but he had yet to produce an heir. The empire had no princes at present. For the sake of political stability, the emperor had to remain in the capital, but he still honored the occasion by sending an esteemed envoy: a high-ranking Rank 89 Soul Douluo elder, bearing lavish gifts.

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Three months flew by in the blink of an eye.

Today, Spirit City was especially festive. The streets were ablaze with lanterns and decorations, a joyous atmosphere filling every alley and courtyard.

"Junior Brother! Hey! This way—come on, or we'll miss it!"

Within Spirit City, Bibi Dong ran ahead, her voice bright with excitement. Seeing Gu Han walking calmly and unhurriedly behind, she puffed up her cheeks and waved at him.

Gu Han caught up with a sigh.

"Senior Sister, the bride is still getting ready. It might be fine if you sneak a look, but I think it's best for me to keep my distance."

"Hmm, that's true…"

Bibi Dong tapped her chin thoughtfully, then broke into a grin.

"No problem! You can stand guard outside while I sneak in for a peek!"

Gu Han's lips twitched, but seeing how thrilled she looked, he could only sigh again.

"Fine, but if you get caught, don't count on me to bail you out."

"Got it~!"

Bibi Dong gave him an "OK" gesture and winked.

Just then, a youthful voice called out behind them.

"You two! Why aren't you waiting in the grand hall for the banquet? What are you doing here?"

They turned to see a young looking man approaching with a teasing smile. He wore a light blue robe, and despite his youthful appearance, his left eye was covered in crystalline scales that shimmered like ice.

"Guang Ling Worshiper."

The two instantly recognized him—Guang Ling, the Fifth Worshiper of the Spirit Hall's Elder Palace.

Unlike the other more stoic and reserved Worshipers, Guang Ling was known for his quirky, playful nature. Since he didn't have any duties at the moment, he had taken the opportunity to wander the grounds.

And just minutes into his stroll, he'd overheard the entire conversation between Gu Han and Bibi Dong—so naturally, he came over with a knowing grin.

With nothing better to do, he figured teasing Bibi Dong would be a fun way to pass the time.

"Uh… Guang Ling Worshiper, we were just…"

"Hmph. We're just checking if the bride needs help with anything!"

Gu Han hadn't even figured out what to say before Bibi Dong cheerfully blurted out a half-truth, polishing her intent just enough to sound noble.

Guang Ling twitched at the corners of his mouth. This little brat was still as sharp as ever—always playing by her own rules.

In that case…

"Heh, I think what you really mean is—you're trying to sneak a peek at the bride."

Without hesitation, Guang Ling exposed her lie.

"Pfft! What do you mean sneak? She's my future Mistress. If I want to look, I'll look!"

Bibi Dong crossed her arms, not even pretending to deny it anymore. Her tone was shameless and proud.

"Hahaha! You little rascal—still as feisty and entertaining as ever!"

Guang Ling burst out laughing, and Bibi Dong joined in, giggling.

Meanwhile, Gu Han stood silently off to the side, suddenly feeling like an outsider.

One old mischief-maker, one little troublemaker—he honestly couldn't keep up with the way their minds worked.

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