: The Discontented Avalanche, Dark Blue Silver Emperor Seeds

Despite his anger, Prince Xuexing only dared to smash the cup in frustration after Dugu Bo left.

This is ultimately a world where strength reigns supreme.

As his anger subsided, Prince Xuexing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. His previously tense face regained some of the composure and demeanor befitting a member of the royal family. He raised his hand to straighten his slightly disheveled robes, but a trace of lingering gloom still remained deep in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the servants waiting nearby immediately lowered their heads, held their breath, and quickly entered the hall. They began to quietly tidy up the mess on the floor, not daring to make a single extra sound.

Just then, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, and the Fourth Prince, Xue Beng, rushed in.

He was fully aware of what had happened that day. Prince Xuexing was worried that he was too young and his identity was too sensitive. If he were to show himself rashly, it would only make Dugu Bo more resistant. So he simply had him wait for news in the side hall next door.

As soon as Xue Beng stepped into the main hall, his eyes subconsciously swept across the ground—the broken white porcelain teacup fragments at the entrance were still scattered there, the tea water having long since soaked through the blue bricks, leaving a dark stain.

With just one glance, he understood everything.

The plan failed.

An uncontrollable anger surged within him. Xue Beng frowned, looked at his uncle, and said with barely suppressed dissatisfaction, "Uncle, this Dugu Bo is far too ungrateful!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling that the titled Douluo was aloof, cold, and unyielding.

He secretly resented: If it weren't for the Imperial Uncle's help back then, Dugu Bo would have died at the hands of the Spirit Hall long ago. He owed such a huge debt of gratitude, and now he was just asking for help, yet he was being so disrespectful. He was simply ungrateful!

Prince Xuexing listened quietly to Xue Beng's words, his brows furrowing slightly. In his heart, he had already agreed with the other's thoughts, but on the surface, he still slowly shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and heaviness.

"A person like Dugu Bo is, after all, a true Title Douluo. He is proud and aloof, and not bound by worldly power. If it weren't for the real life-saving grace he received back then, let alone the royal family, even I would have no chance to sway him."

At this point, Prince Xuexing paused, his gaze darkening, and a sense of worry rising in his heart.

and……

Human relationships are the most precious thing, and also the most fragile.

Every time it's used, it diminishes by a fraction; every time it's consumed, it decreases by a fraction.

(P.S.: Don't say I'm making Xue Beng stupid. Although the original novel says that Xue Beng was just pretending to be a playboy, his behavior was really bad. He bullied men and women in the capital, acted recklessly, and was taught a lesson on the spot for harassing Zhu Zhuqing. He abused his status as a prince and beat and scolded commoners and bullied low-level soul masters. His reputation was extremely bad. These things can be explained as acting to lower Xue Qinghe's guard.)

But he mocked the Shrek Academy members who had just arrived in Tiandou City at the academy gate, and then when he got beaten up, he went to his uncle, Prince Xue Xing, and asked the titled Poison Douluo Dugu Bo for support. Seriously... he went straight to a titled Douluo for support when he got beaten up. He's not Dugu Yan. Does he really treat Dugu Bo as a henchman to be used at will?

Later, during the Jialing Pass battle, the commander gave poor orders, blindly trusting Marshal Ge Long and launching a full-scale attack on Jialing Pass, only to fall right into the Martial Soul Empire's ambush. The Heavenly Dou Army collapsed completely, suffering over 100,000 casualties, and the avalanche was paralyzed with fear on the spot.

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Before entering the town.

Fang Yuan disguised himself simply, and even used an alias.

After being checked by the guards, you can enter the city directly.

Unlike in Douluo Continent II, where ordinary people paid to enter the city while Soul Masters could enter for free, in the current era, both Soul Masters and ordinary people can enter the city for free, just like the free awakening of Martial Souls that has been popularized throughout the continent—it's common sense.

After entering the city, Fang Yuan made a point of checking the bulletin board, but he didn't see any wanted posters that looked like they were for him. However, the missing person notices were still there.

However, with this missing person notice, whose age, appearance, and everything else are unknown except for the name Fang Yuan, it would be almost impossible for him to find himself.

My own Spirit Awakening Record in the Spirit Hall shows that my Spirit is a useless one.

Even if Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall awakens her memories and searches for Fang Yuan, there are so many Fang Yuans with the same name. Bibi Dong would probably investigate those Fang Yuans with the talent of a Soul Master first, ignoring Fang Yuan with a useless Martial Soul like herself.

Moreover, when I travel, I always use aliases, and the only people in the village who know my real name are the people around me.

Nearly a year has passed, and I have grown up quite a bit. My appearance has changed a lot, and with the changes in my clothing and demeanor, the villagers probably wouldn't recognize me anymore.

In short, even if those people awaken their memories, it will be difficult for them to find themselves... right?

At this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly remembered Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu, who had recognized him at a glance, and suddenly became less confident.

Never mind, I'd better be careful.

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Fang Yuan walked ahead, and Xiao Wu followed closely behind him, half a step behind.

Those once bright and lively eyes are now shrouded in fear.

Xiao Wu's steps were a little unsteady, and her ankles had been scratched by the sharp weeds by the roadside because she was distracted.

But she was completely unaware of it, as if her soul had been ripped out, and she was completely distracted.

Not long ago, when Xiao Wu recognized Fang Yuan by instinct, Fang Yuan stopped pretending altogether.

To Xiao Wu's alarmed gaze, Fang Yuan simply raised his hand, and a thick black soul force, carrying countless tiny, seemingly ordinary grass seeds, surged directly towards her.

Before she could even resist, the grass seeds seemed to come alive, rushing into her body, circulating through her bloodstream, and eventually taking root in every corner of her body.

These are the seeds of the Dark Blue Silver Emperor.

Xiao Wu, who possesses simulated memories, naturally recognizes the grass seeds that caused that hellish scene.

Xiao Wu still clearly remembers how countless vibrant lives were instantly drained of their flesh, vitality, and even souls after coming into contact with these "ordinary" grass seeds.

Their once full bodies withered at a visible rate, eventually turning into lifeless "straw frames," which became nourishment for the growth of the Dark Blue Silver Emperor.

She could clearly sense that her life and death were entirely in Fang Yuan's hands.

With just a thought, these grass seeds would instantly awaken and frantically plunder everything she had.

She will die a agonizing and miserable death, just like those people in her memories...

Therefore, Xiao Wu dared not run away, nor did she dare to resist.

Fang Yuan no longer has to worry about Xiao Wu taking the opportunity to betray him.