Douluo: Unrivaled God General, Fooling Qian Renxue at the Start

The next day, under Xue Qinghe's arrangements, Nan Feihuang and Xun Yu set off for home.

Given Nan Feihuang's special status, his journey was anything but unprotected. Days before his departure, Nan Tianchen had dispatched a royal Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor from the Gulei Kingdom to escort him safely.

This was precisely why Xun Yu had confidently dismissed the threat of assassination.

After all, most assassin organizations were unlikely to field Soul Saint-level combatants, let alone a Soul Douluo. Only those with unique circumstances, such as someone like Zhao Wuji, who had made countless enemies, or Flender, who had a specific agenda, might tread such a dangerous path. For most high-level soul masters, life at a prestigious faction or noble house was far more appealing than licking blood off the edge of a blade.

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Shortly after leaving the borders of the Heaven Dou Empire, their small group encountered trouble.

A team of assassins ambushed them on a remote stretch of the road.

But against the royal Soul Saint, the attackers were like ants attempting to topple a tree. The Soul Saint barely had to exert himself, dispatching the group of Soul Kings and Soul Ancestors with ease.

Standing amidst the carnage, the Soul Saint's expression remained indifferent. "Daring to assassinate the crown prince of Gulei Kingdom? I've memorized your organization. I'll spare your life today. Go back and deliver this message to your leader—our kingdom will repay this insult in kind!"

The assassin, trembling, fled into the distance, leaving behind a trail of blood.

Walking to the carriage, the Soul Saint respectfully reported, "Your Highness, the attackers have been dealt with. Per your orders, one was deliberately allowed to escape."

"Thank you for your efforts," Nan Feihuang replied from within the carriage. "Let us continue. I'm sure my mother is already waiting anxiously."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

With that, the carriage resumed its journey.

Inside the carriage, Nan Feihuang and Xun Yu spoke through the art of transmitted whispers.

"Wenruo, the assassins you hired were rather underwhelming," Nan Feihuang teased.

"Considering they had Soul Kings, they weren't too bad," Xun Yu replied with a smile. "Had we not deliberately minimized our entourage to appear like minor nobles, they probably wouldn't have dared to make a move at all."

Xun Yu had carefully orchestrated the assassination. When placing the bounty, he deliberately concealed Nan Feihuang's true identity, presenting him as a minor noble from Gulei Kingdom.

The assassin organization's secondary investigation only reinforced this false narrative. After all, the small entourage accompanying Nan Feihuang didn't match the ostentatious displays typical of major aristocrats.

Believing their target to be a small fry, the assassins had confidently sprung into action, only to find themselves entirely outmatched.

"Letting one escape to reveal my identity… That assassin group might come after you for revenge," Nan Feihuang noted, his tone half-amused, half-concerned.

Hiring assassins under false pretenses and causing their near-total annihilation was an unspoken taboo in their line of work. Retaliation from the assassin organization was almost a given.

Xun Yu, however, seemed unfazed. "Let them come. The order was placed by one of my summoned soldiers. If they kill him, I'll just summon another."

Leaning back against the carriage wall, Xun Yu continued, "Besides, the goal has already been achieved. That assassin group is undoubtedly documenting today's fiasco. Let them live a little longer; their records might prove useful in the future."

Nan Feihuang shook his head, marveling at Xun Yu's ingenuity. "Your ability to squeeze every drop of value out of your assets is truly astounding."

Indeed, Xun Yu had pushed his martial soul's potential to its limits. His summoned soldiers weren't merely combatants—they were workers, spies, bureaucrats, and even pawns in assassination plots.

And because they were indistinguishable from ordinary people, no one could trace their actions back to Xun Yu.

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The assassination plot ended as quickly as it had begun—a minor scuffle with no real stakes. But the consequences of this staged event might one day shake the empire itself.

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A few days later, Nan Feihuang arrived at the gates of Gulei Royal City, "unharmed but shaken."

True to his frugal nature, Nan Tianchen had not organized any grand welcoming ceremony. Instead, he and a small group waited at the city gates, dressed in plain attire to avoid drawing attention.

Blue Snow held onto Lü Lingqi's hand, while Nan Tianchen stood beside Nan Feiling. Alongside them was Dian Wei, his stout frame as imposing as ever. Together, they looked like an ordinary family waiting for a loved one's return.

"Feihuang!" Blue Snow called out, her voice tinged with excitement.

Having not seen her son for over half a year, her yearning had grown unbearable. Lü Lingqi, equally eager, broke free of Blue Snow's grip and charged toward the carriage, shouting incoherently.

Hearing her familiar voice, Nan Feihuang jumped down from the carriage. Spotting her, his face lit up with joy.

"Lingqi!" He opened his arms, catching her as she leaped into his embrace.

"Feihuang, I missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her emotions overflowing.

Holding her tightly, Nan Feihuang felt a warmth he hadn't experienced in months. His heart swelled with affection.

After a moment, he released Lü Lingqi and turned to his parents. "Father, Mother!"

Dressed inconspicuously, the royal couple looked no different from commoners. Following their lead, Nan Feihuang addressed them in the manner of an ordinary son rather than a prince.

Nan Tianchen nodded approvingly. "It's good to have you back. You've grown taller. I take it life at the academy has treated you well."

"More than well! Our Feihuang has broken through to the Soul Elder rank. Isn't that amazing?" Blue Snow beamed with pride, her fingers gently ruffling Nan Feihuang's hair.

Unlike Nan Tianchen, she immediately sensed the changes in her son's soul power.

"Really? Feihuang's already a Soul Elder? That's incredible!" Nan Feiling exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Despite her efforts over the past months, she still lagged behind the others. Dian Wei and Lü Lingqi were both nearing the 30th rank, and Dian Wei had reportedly reached it already. Were it not for his reluctance to leave before Nan Feihuang's return, he would have sought out a soul beast to advance to Soul Elder by now.

But now, even Dian Wei and Lü Lingqi's progress paled in comparison to Nan Feihuang's. As her half-brother, his achievements felt like her own.

"Master… is always strong," Dian Wei stated simply, his words brimming with respect.

Nan Feihuang chuckled, glancing at Nan Feiling and Dian Wei. "Sister, Dian Wei, let's save the catching up for later. I've brought gifts for everyone."