Chapter 259: Come Be My Empress

The Promotion Tournament is still divided by the two great empires.

The thirty teams that passed the preliminary rounds will compete within their respective empires, while the three teams that have already advanced to the finals will not participate in the Promotion Tournament.

On the Heaven Dou Empire side, including the five teams that qualified from the Heaven Dou City preliminary division, a total of fifteen teams completed the registration process this morning and gathered at the location of the Promotion Tournament.

The Heaven Dou Imperial Hunting Park is the venue for this Promotion Tournament.

The Shrek Academy group was escorted into the hunting park under the protection of the Knight Order, and along the way, they could see various Soul Beasts roaring in their cages from time to time.

Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with sadness, but Qin Jian did not share her feelings.

After all, he had transmigrated here with his soul; although his true form was a Love Flower, he was still human at heart and would only view sentient beings as his own kind. He simply couldn't empathize with these Soul Beasts that had not yet awakened their intelligence.

"So noisy... shut up."

He said softly.

As a result, it was as if the Soul Beasts had encountered a king; in an instant, all roaring ceased, and they fell silent like cicadas in winter, shivering in fear.

The Knight Order Captain Luokesen looked at him in surprise: "As expected of Jian Douluo's personal disciple, this murderous aura is exactly the same."

Murderous aura, my foot...

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes.

Before they had even finished settling in, they were visited by Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe.

"Ning Shu, Your Highness the Crown Prince, why have you come so quickly?"

Qin Jian walked up to greet them and said: "We haven't even settled in yet..."

"Because Qinghe couldn't wait to come and see you."

Ning Fengzhi wore a smile and remained gentle, but the way his eyes kept blinking made Qin Jian feel that he was being mischievous no matter how he looked at it.

Ever since this big shot made that whimsical proposal about the Empress, Qin Jian could no longer feel the respect one should have for an elder toward him.

Xue Qinghe was wearing ordinary noble attire, without any particularly luxurious decorations, feeling just like a common noble; especially standing next to the elegant Ning Fengzhi, he looked more like a foil and did not attract much attention.

"Little Brother Qin, the accommodation for your team is still a bit crude. Why not move to my place? My place is much more spacious, and the beds are big enough to give you plenty of rest," Xue Qinghe said with a straight face.

Qin Jian was sweating profusely.

"No, no, Brother Jian is sleeping with us tonight!"

Ning Rongrong, who had been talking to Zhu Zhuqing, quickly grabbed her and ran over to stand in front of Qin Jian.

"Sleeping... with... you?"

Xue Qinghe paused on the word "you" (plural), and the look in his eyes as he watched Qin Jian became interesting.

"Rongrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head, revealing a cat-like confusion.

Ning Rongrong whispered in her ear: "This Crown Prince likes Brother Jian."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned at first, then widened her eyes, revealing cat-like shock: "This, this, this... but he is a man..."

"It's the palace, this kind of thing is very normal," Ning Rongrong said as if it were a matter of course.

Could you two lower your voices?

Qin Jian was covered in black lines.

But Ning Dalao and the cross-dressing Xue were both very calm, their expressions not changing in the slightest, highlighting their powerful facial expression management skills.

"Little Brother Qin, since Rongrong has already put it that way..."

A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of Xue Qinghe's mouth: "After I ascend to the throne, why don't you come and be my Empress?"

The cold wind whistled, crows cawed, and the scene fell into an awkward silence.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, are you under too much pressure? So you're making fun of me?" Qin Jian said speechlessly.

How could a woman like Qian Renxue be such a boring person...

A flash of deep meaning crossed Xue Qinghe's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged: "I'm just too fond of Little Brother Qin, that's all. You don't want to be Empress? You're shy? Then how about being the commander of my personal guard?"

"Ning Shu, I haven't finished unpacking, I'm leaving first."

Qin Jian had learned the essence of Huo Wu's behavior, and he used the "flipping the table" technique with great success.

Watching the three of them leave, the smile on Xue Qinghe's face gradually faded.

Ning Fengzhi observed his expression and said: "Qinghe, Jian'er meant no offense, please don't mind it."

Xue Qinghe shook his head, his smile as warm as a spring breeze: "Teacher, what are you saying? How could I mind? It's just that he is truly gifted, and he is your son-in-law. I wanted to get closer to him but couldn't find a way."

Ning Fengzhi smiled gently: "Jian'er has been clever and extremely perceptive since he was a child. You don't need to use any techniques with him; just be sincere, and he will feel it."

"Sincerity, huh..."

Xue Qinghe paused slightly.

Does she really have such a thing?

The Promotion Tournament is not like the preliminary rounds where multiple arenas operate simultaneously; there is only one competition venue, which is the palace in the center of the hunting park reserved for the royal family to rest.

The White Jade Plaza in front of the palace looks even larger than the Soul Fighting Arena, enough for the contestants to perform.

In front of the plaza is the VIP seating area, which is also the judges' stand.

Looking out, besides the few people in the first row like Xueye Dadi, Ning Fengzhi, and the Platinum Bishop Salas, the seats behind were filled with people in military attire and some high-ranking officials from the Heaven Dou City branch of the Spirit Hall.

"There is nothing to arrange for the Promotion Tournament."

Grandmaster looked at the members of the Shrek Team and said: "Continue the strategy from the preliminary rounds: expose Qin Jian alone and hide all of you. So, wait until Qin Jian is defeated, and then I will make arrangements for you."

Tang San and the others immediately lost their fighting spirit.

"We look more like we're here to watch the competition than to participate," Ma Hongjun said with a bitter face.

For the first time, Tang San agreed with his words.

"Eh? Isn't this the stray dog Shrek?"

A group of contestants dressed like waist-drum cheerleaders walked over, their noses in the air, striding forward with their heads held high.

"What was their team name again? Iraq? Starbucks?"

Qin Jian scratched his head a little: "Why are they dressed like lion dancers... hmm, or maybe dragon boat racers..."

Flender, who had been brimming with rage, felt his face twitch upon hearing this, and all his anger vanished.

"The team from Bala Ke Kingdom, they once drove our academy out," he said calmly, adjusting his glasses.

"Damn it, where did these bumpkins come from, talking nonsense!"

The Captain of the Bala Team stepped forward and reached out his right hand to grab Qin Jian by the neck.

Before Qin Jian could even react, Tang San took a stride forward, his Mysterious Jade Hand silently neutralizing and deflecting the opponent's force, and said calmly: "Fighting is not allowed off the Soul Fighting Arena."

"Hmph! Don't let me run into you in the first round, or I'll make you crawl back to wherever you came from! Let's go!"

The professional villain swaggered away, twisting his waist, leaving Ma Hongjun, Tailong, and the others clenching their fists tightly in anger.

"Teacher, this Bala Team is too detestable, let me go up!" Tang San suddenly said to Grandmaster.

"They are indeed detestable, but that doesn't seem to have anything to do with you going up," Qin Jian said leisurely.

Grandmaster patted Tang San on the shoulder: "Xiao San, I know you really want to go on stage, but for the sake of the Shrek Team's championship, you must keep yourself well hidden and not expose yourself; your Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring is too conspicuous."

"And the hammer," Qin Jian added.

Tang San retreated helplessly...

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(End of this chapter)