Chapter 259: The Sudden Death of Snow Night
"Old bones, are you too..."
"It's fine, don't mind me. Just focus on what you need to do."
Gu Rong secretly laughed, thinking to himself that soon the old swordsman would get what's coming to him.
At this moment, Ning Bei threw a soul power sphere with a diameter of three meters toward them. In the midst of Chen Xin's relaxed attitude and Gu Rong's full alertness, the cold mist on the surface of the soul power sphere gradually merged, transforming it into an ice sphere nearly ten meters in diameter, with vicious ice spikes covering its surface.
"Even so, this shouldn't be..."
The soul skill now seemed to have increased in power, but Chen Xin still didn't feel threatened.
Just then, Ning Bei raised his palm slightly towards the sphere in front of him.
"Grandfather Sword, underestimating things will cost you."
"Art is about explosion, Extreme Cold Ice Blast!"
As Ning Bei clenched his fist, the huge ice ball in front of him exploded. The terrifying power caused the entire Ice God Hall to shake, emitting a dazzling cold light.
The air was filled with ice shards and cold mist, and the continuous explosions from the Ice Blast technique added to the chaos.
For a moment, the Ice God Hall sounded like a celebration for the new year, with explosions echoing non-stop.
Just by the appearance of the explosion, one could tell that the two people at the center of the explosion would definitely not be faring well.
Fortunately, Ning Bei's words at the last moment woke Chen Xin up. The Seven Killers True Body, along with the Sword Formation's defense, was immediately activated, preventing them from being hit directly by the explosion.
Minutes later, the shockwaves finally dissipated, and the Ice God Hall began repairing itself. The two people at the center of the explosion slowly revealed themselves.
Gu Rong's martial soul true body was in pieces, his elderly face filled with astonishment, his body covered in frostbite and scratches.
Chen Xin, whose defense was weaker than Gu Rong's, looked even worse. His body was riddled with ice chunks, with blood mixed in.
However, their injuries didn't last long. Just before the explosion's impact dispersed, both of them had quickly swallowed the Rebirth Pills in their mouths, rapidly recovering their strength.
"Good kid, I knew you wouldn't make it easy for us old men with that soul power of yours."
"With this power, any ordinary Title Douluo would be reduced to ash and ice in an instant, right?"
Gu Rong's words resonated with Chen Xin, who nodded in agreement, but also made a mental note to always go full force whenever Ning Bei asked him to practice soul skills from the start in the future.
No, better yet, it was best to never start at all.
After apologizing to the two old men, the three of them returned to the sect.
"You brat, what's with you studying self-created soul skills lately? I wondered why I hadn't seen you for three days."
"Grandfathers, this is for my Ice God's Seventh Trial. The trial is to create a self-created soul skill. The more powerful and numerous the skills, the better the rewards."
"I see now."
After their surprise, both of them showed expressions of understanding. Now it made sense why Ning Bei had suddenly started researching self-created soul skills.
In the following days, Ning Bei spent his time constantly experimenting, and these days made Gu Rong and Chen Xin groan in despair. Who else would drag others into a little ice room for practice and then give them a good beating?
But, to be fair, the soul skills this brat developed were pretty strong—at least on the level of a Title Douluo.
This continued for several weeks until, just when Chen Xin and Gu Rong couldn't take it anymore and were about to protest, a message from Qian Renxue saved them.
Ning Bei rushed to the Prince's Mansion, where he met Qian Renxue and entered a secret chamber with her.
"Snow Night's nervous system is starting to weaken. Death should come in the next couple of days."
"Oh? What are your plans afterward?"
The little angel's face was serious as she laid out her plans.
"The military leaders of the Heavenly Dou City are basically under my control now, through both coercion and bribery. Once Xue Ye dies, I will be able to control all the forces in Heavenly Dou City immediately."
"The only variable is that old bastard Xue Xing, but he's no threat. He's at most a Soul Douluo."
"When I ascend the throne as Xue Qinghe, I will immediately execute him and Xue Beng. After that, no one else will be able to cause trouble."
After thinking for a moment, Ning Bei offered his opinion.
"I think you should stay hidden for now and let those secretly supporting Xue Xing and Xue Beng step out into the open. At that point..."
A smile crept onto Qian Renxue's lips as she realized she was on the same wavelength as her partner.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. After I ascend the throne, I'll have plenty of time to slowly consolidate the power in Heavenly Dou City, and then the time to eliminate Xue Luo will come."
"Alright, I'll stay in the Prince's Mansion for now, just in case."
"Mm."
During this time, Qian Renxue and Xue Beng frequently stayed in the palace. Xue Beng was waiting for his father's health to improve, while Qian Renxue was waiting for Xue Ye to pass away.
It wasn't until the third night that Snow Night, with a glowing red face, summoned Xue Qinghe and Xue Beng to his palace. No one knew what the Heavenly Dou Emperor had said to his two heirs, but that night, Xue Ye passed away, and Xue Beng, unable to mourn, quickly rushed back to his residence under the cover of night.
Upon entering the hall, Xue Beng, seeing the well-dressed elder, rushed forward, speaking in a panic.
"Uncle, Father has passed away, and he left the throne to Xue Qinghe."
"Hmph, wasn't that expected? It's fine. Tomorrow, on the day of the coronation, we will act. We cannot let that traitor sit on the throne."
"Uncle, have you heard from Poison Douluo?"
Mentioning Dugu Bo, Xue Xing's face darkened for a moment but quickly returned to a composed expression.
"Dugu Bo doesn't want to get involved in the royal struggle. He's already declared closed-door meditation, but it doesn't matter. The strongest under Xue Qinghe is only a few Soul Saints. I've already recruited several Soul Douluos from the frontier. They're on their way back."
Hearing this, Xue Beng finally smiled, his heart feeling a little more settled.
"Uncle, that's great. If that bastard Xue Qinghe sits firmly on the throne, he won't let us off."
"Xue Beng, you will be the emperor someday, so you need to learn to be more composed."
"Yes, Uncle!"
After a night of scheming, Qian Renxue claimed to be feeling unwell and was escorted back to the Prince's Mansion by her subordinates. Some neutral officials saw this and noted that, unlike Xue Beng, who rushed back after his father's death, the Prince seemed to be more respectful.
Didn't you see how Xue Qinghe cried until his voice was hoarse before the body of Snow Night?
Back at the Prince's Mansion, Xue Qinghe immediately walked into the secret chamber, interrupting Ning Bei, who was meditating.
"Xue Ye is dead. The plan can proceed smoothly, but several of the military commanders from the Heavenly Dou and Xue Luo borders have left their posts. They must have received instructions from Xue Xing."
"It's no big deal. Just a few Soul Douluos. Those who are sensible will be spared, but those who are uncooperative will be crushed."
(END CHAPTER)
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