Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

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Spirit Hall, Plaza

The morning mist had yet to dissipate, clinging to Dai Chengfeng's golden hair, while dewdrops refracted tiny fragments of light under the rising sun.

Dai Chengfeng, dressed in a sleek black outfit adorned with gold embroidery, stood tall and strode casually toward Xie Yue and Yan.

"Good morning, Prince Dai Chengfeng."

Xie Yue and Yan hesitated slightly as they looked at Dai Chengfeng, offering only a simple greeting.

"Good morning to you both."

Dai Chengfeng nodded dismissively and continued, "If there's nothing else, shall we get going?"

"Wait…"

At this moment, Yan suddenly spoke up loudly.

But after speaking, he fell silent again, clenching his fists tightly before relaxing them, visibly nervous.

"What's… going on with you two?"

Dai Chengfeng looked curiously at the awkward Xie Yue and Yan, as well as the mischievous Hu Liena standing beside them.

"Sigh!"

Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's question, Xie Yue finally took a deep breath. "Let me go first."

With that, he looked at Dai Chengfeng and began, "Your Highness, Nana has told us everything about her ordeal in Death Canyon…"

Xie Yue then bowed deeply to Dai Chengfeng, his gaze exceptionally solemn. "We admit defeat in the duel we proposed at the entrance of Death Canyon…"

"At the same time, I thank you for putting aside past grievances and saving Nana."

Following Xie Yue's lead, Yan seemed less tense and also nodded solemnly, bowing deeply to Dai Chengfeng. "Nana chose to lure those spirit beasts away alone to save me and Xie Yue."

"Thus, by saving Nana, you saved us as well."

"But earlier, we…"

At this point, both Xie Yue and Yan blushed with embarrassment, their voices filled with shame. "Earlier, we acted against you out of narrow-mindedness."

"We beg Your Highness for forgiveness…"

Dai Chengfeng raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at Xie Yue and Yan bowing earnestly before him. 'Indeed, different perspectives lead to different judgments.'

In the eyes of rats, even lazy cats are evil.

From my current position, the so-called "golden generation" of the Spirit Hall doesn't seem as arrogant, self-righteous, or detestable as described in the original story…

Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng smiled and lightly patted both of their shoulders, saying calmly, "It's all trivial matters."

"Now that we're all disciples of the same teacher, dwelling on the past is pointless."

"It's over."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yue and Yan exchanged glances, surprise and gratitude flashing in their eyes.

Before this, they had imagined countless possible reactions from Dai Chengfeng—mocking, ridiculing, humiliating them…

But they never expected such casual forgiveness.

After all, who was Dai Chengfeng?

He was the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire, someone who disregarded ancestral laws and defied the emperor's orders not to provoke conflict with the Tian Dou Empire…

By ignoring the imperial decree, he forcibly led an army to capture Wuping City, ultimately landing himself in the imperial prison.

Who would believe that Dai Chengfeng wasn't arrogant and reckless?

And yet…

"Your Highness's magnanimity is admirable. It seems Yan and I misjudged you with our small-mindedness."

Xie Yue sighed softly, bowing deeply once more to the composed Dai Chengfeng.

At this moment, Hu Liena's lips curled into a smug smile. "Brother, didn't I tell you long ago? Dai Chengfeng isn't the kind of person you and Yan imagined!"

"You didn't believe me and insisted on thinking the worst of him."

"Do you believe me now?"

Hu Liena, after all, had spent over ten days with Dai Chengfeng in Death Canyon. Though he had always treated her coldly,

She believed she had gained some understanding of him.

After her own apology, Dai Chengfeng hadn't mocked or ridiculed her as the mastermind behind the events—how much less would he do so to Xie Yue and Yan?

For a moment, hearing Hu Liena's words, Xie Yue and Yan felt even greater admiration for Dai Chengfeng.

"Indeed, we underestimated Prince Dai Chengfeng…"

As the three expressed their reflections, Dai Chengfeng merely smiled. He looked down at the bustling city of Spirit City below, his gaze resting on a particularly prominent building. Its gilded white glazed tiles shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

That was the Great Soul Battle Arena within Spirit City.

"The past is in the past. Let it go. We should get moving."

"After all, I overslept this morning. If we delay any further and the teacher finds out, we'll all be in trouble."

With that, Dai Chengfeng began walking down the mountain toward Spirit City.

Xie Yue and Yan nodded, their eyes no longer distant but filled with newfound respect for Dai Chengfeng.

Hu Liena quickened her pace to catch up with him, her hair ornaments swaying with each step. "By the way, Dai Chengfeng, you don't seem like someone who drinks heavily. Why did you drink so much last night?"

"Especially since you knew we had such an important event today and still woke up so late."

"Uh…"

Hearing Hu Liena's question, Dai Chengfeng's steps faltered slightly as memories of last night flooded back…

Bibi Dong in her purple silk nightgown, lazily leaning against the chair, amber-colored liquor trickling down her lips and rolling across her pale skin—and finally…

How he had dared to pinch the face of the high-and-mighty Pope, even comparing her to her daughter Qian Renxue in terms of how squeezable she was…

Hiss!

Even recalling the events of last night made Dai Chengfeng feel a surge of heat rise in his throat.

But quickly, he suppressed the fluttering in his heart and answered evasively:

"Last night, I ran into a yandere. I wanted to leave, but she insisted on dragging me to drink. What could I do?"

"Yandere? What's…"

Seeing Hu Liena about to press further, Dai Chengfeng hastily interrupted. After all, how could he explain something like this to her?

Instead, he changed the subject. "Enough, enough. Stop prying. If we don't hurry, we'll end up waiting in line at the Great Soul Battle Arena."

With that, Dai Chengfeng quickened his pace, his robe billowing in the wind.

"Oh, wait for us!"

Soon, the figures of Dai Chengfeng and his group of four disappeared from the square. At the same time, a swirl of purplish-black mist rose abruptly from the shadows.

A noblewoman clad in an opulent papal robe slowly emerged, golden-thread roses blooming on her hem, while the gem atop her papal staff shimmered with a faint glow.

Gazing in the direction Dai Chengfeng had left, though Bibi Dong didn't understand what "yandere" meant, she knew it couldn't be a compliment.

However, judging from Dai Chengfeng's expression, it didn't seem derogatory either.

"This little brat, how dare he!"

Her crimson lips pursed slightly as she muttered softly, but her eyes betrayed her curiosity. "What exactly does 'yandere' mean?"

"I'll have to find another opportunity to ask. Aren't you supposed to be bad at holding your liquor?"

Thinking this, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of Bibi Dong's lips. "When the time comes, I won't let you avoid answering!"

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