Chapter 22: Receiving the Somersault Cloud Upon Signing In, Then Being Imprisoned!

Chapter 22: Signing In to Obtain the Cloud Somersault, Then Being Imprisoned!

They embraced and kissed deeply. After a long, tender moment, their foreheads gently touched.

“You little rascal, do you know what this means?” Tang Yuehua asked softly, her breath fragrant and gentle.

“I don’t care what it means. No matter what happens in the future, you’re mine, and I’m yours,” Xu Yan replied firmly. “Nothing can stop us.”

Tang Yuehua shook her head. “Our relationship can’t be made public yet; there are too many complications.”

“It’s better for both of us that way.”

Xu Yan smiled. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

“Xiao Yan, the Martial Soul Hall is no safe haven. You should leave as soon as you can,” Tang Yuehua said softly, her jade hand caressing Xu Yan’s face.

Xu Yan grasped her delicate hand. “I know. But right now, I can’t take on the Martial Soul Hall. Cultivating my mindset at Yue Xuan has been incredibly beneficial, thanks to you.”

“Silly child, there’s no need for thanks,” Tang Yuehua murmured gently. “Stay as long as you want. I won’t care about your status anymore.”

Xu Yan smiled, thinking that if she pouted again, he’d kiss her until her lips swelled.

“Thank you, Auntie,” he said, then stole a kiss from her rosy lips, causing Tang Yuehua’s cheeks to flush.

After Xu Yan left, Tang Yuehua summoned Ode.

“From now on, Xu Yan is the Young Master of Yue Xuan. Be a bit more courteous to him.”

“Yes!” Ode responded.

Ode knew Tang Yuehua doted on Xu Yan. Although he looked down on him somewhat, there was nothing he could do. He had witnessed Xu Yan’s abilities firsthand; in a few years, he would undoubtedly become an extraordinary soul master.

Back in his room, Xu Yan’s expression grew serious.

If not for Ghost Douluo’s timely arrival, things would have been dire. Even a mutual destruction wouldn’t have killed the old monster Dugu Bo. After all, he was a titled Douluo. To be so famous in Douluo Continent, he must possess great power.

Xu Yan then activated his Soul Power Fruit Martial Soul, illuminating the entire room with golden soul rings. A golden fruit appeared in his palm. Once it took shape, Xu Yan consumed it and began cultivating.

One hour passed, then two. By nightfall, Xu Yan’s entire body shimmered with light. He had broken through to level forty.

[Beep! Congratulations! Host successfully upgraded to level 40 Soul Master. Please continue your efforts.]

Xu Yan thought to himself, breaking through the Soul Master level so quickly—this cultivation speed was really impressive.

However, level fifty was still far away, and he had a long way to go before becoming a titled Douluo.

Facing Dugu Bo today was a clear demonstration of overwhelming strength; he had no chance to fight back.

Although Dugu Bo couldn’t compare to the Demon-Slaying Douluo, he certainly wouldn’t have fought without using his soul power and martial soul.

[Beep! Detection: Host can now sign in. Would you like to sign in?]

“Sign in!” Xu Yan thought instantly.

[Beep! Sign-in successful at Yue Xuan’s residence! Acquired Cloud Somersault.]

Xu Yan jumped up excitedly. Cloud Somersault? Concentrating, he summoned it—a pure white cloud. He jumped onto it and felt as if landing on something soft and comfortable. The cloud floated playfully back and forth like a mischievous doll.

“Hahaha, the Cloud Somersault is here!” Xu Yan chuckled happily.

At that moment, a noise came from outside the door.

Quickly retracting the cloud, Xu Yan stepped out. Opening the door, he was faced by a group of royal imperial guards.

“Young Master of Yue Xuan, you dared to injure Prince Xuebao. Please come with us,” said a cold-faced armored guard captain, staring at Xu Yan.

Tang Yuehua and Chief Steward Ode had also arrived.

“Wait, what are you trying to do?” Tang Yuehua urged anxiously, surprised that the imperial guards had barged into Yue Xuan unannounced.

“Master Xuan, forgive us. We are merely carrying out orders from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Please do not make this difficult for us,” the captain replied.

Xu Yan looked at Tang Yuehua. “Auntie, don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Take him away.”

Xu Yan obediently followed the group.

Tang Yuehua stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. She knew Xu Yan’s capture was inevitable—after all, he had truly struck Prince Xuebao.

“Master Xuan, what shall we do?” Ode asked.

“Go see for yourself,” Tang Yuehua said anxiously.

Ode hurried after them.

They were brought to a palace hall.

Xue Ke watched Xu Yan being led into the grand hall, her face full of worry.

She had thought that after complaining, her brother would reprimand Xuebao. Unexpectedly, upon hearing the news, Xue Qinghe flew into a rage and immediately ordered Xu Yan’s arrest.

In fact, Xue Qinghe had known about this all along.

The Heavenly Dou Empire had many Martial Soul Hall strongholds. Since Qian Renxue was the young master of Martial Soul Hall and aimed to dominate the empire, she wasn’t acting alone.

Xue Qinghe hadn’t expected Xu Yan to be part of Martial Soul Hall—and to have drawn out Ghost Douluo.

He believed Xu Yan was sabotaging her plans.

Xuebao wore a triumphant smile, though it was all a facade. As long as he pretended to be a reckless playboy, he’d be safe.

Xu Yan’s words today had startled him, but judging from Xue Qinghe’s attitude, she clearly remained unaware.

“Xu Yan, do you know your crime?” Xue Qinghe’s handsome face was stern, clearly not joking.

Xue Ke wanted to speak but dared not.

With the Snow Night Emperor gravely ill, Xue Qinghe was regent, managing all imperial affairs. Many ministers were his loyal confidants.

Xu Yan said, “What crime have I committed?”

“You dare to deny it?” Xuebao groaned in pain. “You beat me like this?”

Looking at Xuebao’s bruised and battered face, Xu Yan thought to himself that he hadn’t actually hit him. This guy must have done it to himself.

Xue Qinghe, embarrassed by Xuebao’s condition, said coldly, “You dare to injure a member of the imperial family? Do you know what crime that is?”

“He hit me first. Look at him—that’s not from me,” Xu Yan hurriedly explained. “Did anyone see me hit him?”

Some dukes and marquises exchanged glances.

Xue Qinghe snapped, “How dare you be so insolent! After everything, you still deny it? Guards, take Xu Yan to the dungeons immediately!”

Xue Ke quickly said, “Brother!”

“Hm?” Xue Qinghe glared at her.

Xue Ke fell silent.

Xu Yan sighed inwardly—looks like it was unavoidable.

If he wanted to leave, he had his Cloud Somersault; no one could catch him.

Then, Xu Yan was smoothly escorted into the dungeon.

Under the moonlight, the dim dungeon appeared somewhat bright.

Xu Yan sat on the hard plank bed, gazing outside.

Soon footsteps approached—it was Xue Qinghe.

Xu Yan looked at him and said, “Wasn’t it better that I helped you get rid of Xuebao?”

(End of Chapter)