Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor [22]

"Chen Ming said his poison comes from a fortuitous encounter, and it seems that's indeed true. The world is vast, full of countless opportunities. Every year, many soul masters undergo a complete transformation due to various fortuitous events. Throughout history, many Title Douluo encountered such opportunities in their youth. Who would have thought that this year, Heaven Dou Imperial Academy would welcome such a fortunate individual?"

Bai Baoshan was the first to speak, his gaze carrying a hint of envy, but no trace of negativity.

"The world is full of extraordinary people and events; it's just that most choose to keep their stories to themselves. The three of us, having come this far, have also had experiences that some would call fortuitous. But haven't we mostly relied on our hard work to reach where we are today?" Zhilin said as he stroked his beard, nodding in agreement.

The exploration of the Douluo Continent is but a fraction of its potential, and the study of martial souls continues to advance.

When humanity first awakened martial souls, they didn't even know how to cultivate soul power. Only geniuses with innate full soul power could absorb soul rings. It was only after methods of cultivating soul power were developed that the profession of the soul master truly came into existence.

Ten thousand years ago, it was common for the third and fourth rings of a soul master to be yellow, and having a purple fifth ring was already exceptional. Back then, a soul master who could absorb a purple fourth ring was considered a genius.

But through generations of re

Xue Ye doubted his wayward child could measure up to Qinghe. Although Xue Beng might possess some minor cunning and seemed to hide his true nature deliberately, his efforts paled in comparison to Qinghe's brilliance.

Moreover, as a prince, Xue Beng was far too close to Prince Xue Xing. Rather than behaving like the emperor's son, he seemed more like Xue Xing's child, even showing greater affection for Xue Xing than for Xue Ye.

Xue Ye resented this dynamic. His closeness to Xue Xing was a matter of imperial strategy, but for his son to align so closely with the prince...

Leaning back in his chair, Xue Ye gazed at the ceiling and sighed softly.

He trusted Xue Qinghe deeply, confident that Qinghe would grasp his intentions as emperor.

Yet he couldn't shake a lingering unease. Qinghe's growing influence as crown prince presented a delicate challenge—how should he, as emperor, position himself in the face of Qinghe's expanding power?

At his current age, Xue Ye expected at least another twenty years of rule, perhaps even thirty or fifty. But if the crown prince's influence continued to grow unchecked over the next two decades...

Xue Ye could only hope that the decisions he made today would not lead to regrets tomorrow.