Prince’s Mansion.
Study.
Xue Qinghe, he was wearing a moon-white uniform, with gold threads outlining simple yet noble patterns on the collar and cuffs.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xue Qinghe raised his head, and an appropriate, slightly apologetic and gentle smile immediately appeared on his face. He put down the Zihao pen in his hand, his movements elegant and smooth.
"Ling Ye, I've been waiting for a long time." Xue Qinghe's voice was clear and melodious, with a kind of natural affinity. He pointed to an armchair in front of the desk, "It is really rude to invite you in a hurry. Please sit down."
"Your Highness, you're welcome." Ling Ye nodded slightly as a salute, and sat down on the armchair with a natural expression. His body relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair. His posture was even more leisurely than Xue Qinghe's. He raised his eyes and looked calmly at the distinguished prince of the empire behind the desk, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, "I wonder if His Highness specially sent someone to 'invite' me here. What advice do you have?" He picked up a warm white jade tea cup on the desk and took a sip gracefully, but his eyes always fell on Ling Ye's face, with a kind of scrutiny that seemed to penetrate people's hearts.
“I don’t take advice seriously.” Xue Qinghe put down the tea cup, his voice was still gentle, but his tone began to change quietly. Under the gentle appearance, a hint of unquestionable dignity belonging to a superior slowly seeped out, “It’s just that recently, I heard some things about An interesting story about Mr. Ling Ye. He seems to have a rather miraculous method, and he can take out some things from the void that are unimaginable to ordinary people?" His words were probing, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he firmly locked onto Ling Ye's expression changes.
Here comes.
Ling Ye understood in his heart, but his face remained calm. He still maintained that relaxed attitude, and even shrugged a little innocently: "Oh? Your Highness is talking about the juggling tricks that are getting more and more outrageous in the streets. Is it a trivial skill, nothing worth mentioning."
"A little trick?" It seems to Xue Qinghe (or Qian Renxue) that nothing in Wuhun Palace can escape the eyes of her grandfather Qian Daoliu!
"Your Highness is serious." Ling Ye adjusted his sitting posture slightly, the smile on his face became a little lighter, and his eyes became calmer, "They are just some novel gadgets. With good luck, they happened to fall into the eyes of His Majesty the Pope. Compared with the Empire, they are not worth mentioning."
"Bad thing..." Xue Qinghe repeated the word, and the smile on his face became more and more profound. He did not continue to dwell on this topic. He leaned forward slightly and crossed his hands on the desk. The gentle and jade-like temperament seemed to fade away quietly at this moment, and a long-standing, deep power began to spread around him like an invisible tide.
His gaze was like substance, with a penetrating sense of oppression, firmly fixed on Ling Ye's face.
Ling Ye’s back was still straight, he knew that the topic was about to come.
Xue Qinghe stared at Ling Ye, watching him still maintain that surprising calmness under the pressure that he had deliberately created, enough to make the imperial ministers break into cold sweat. This calmness made Xue Qinghe's eyes flash with appreciation.
Finally, after the suffocating silence lasted for dozens of breaths, Xue Qinghe slowly spoke.
"Ling Ye" Xue Qinghe leaned back slightly and leaned back into the wide chair again, the gentle and majestic look on his face became strange.
After two or three breaths, Ling Ye swallowed back the "Huh?" that he almost blurted out, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
please.
Ling Ye paused and then added: "But, Your Highness, I charge a fee."
The smile on Xue Qinghe's face suddenly froze.
"A blind box," Ling Ye stretched out his index finger and gestured, "Ten gold soul coins."
..." A trace of emotion called "confusion" clearly passed through Xue Qinghe's deep eyes. All the coercive, tempting, and gentle words he had prepared were shattered by the words "ten gold soul coins." The air seemed to freeze.
His Royal Highness, who is in charge of the power of the empire and has a mind as deep as the sea, is shocked by such a straightforward and down-to-earth "charge" for the first time in his life!
He stared blankly at Ling Ye. For the first time, a crack appeared in the elegant and majestic expression on that handsome and handsome face, revealing the true and slightly confused feeling underneath. He even blinked subconsciously, as if to confirm whether he heard correctly.
After several seconds, Xue Qinghe seemed to have found his own voice. There was a rare hint of helplessness in that clear tone, as well as a kind of "Do I still owe you this little money?" Arrogance: "Relax... don't worry! Ling Ye , the money is indispensable to you!" He straightened his back slightly, trying to regain some of the majesty of the prince, and emphasized: "I am the prince!"
Ling Ye looked at his "choking on the ten gold soul coins" and pretending to be calm, and almost laughed out loud. He tried his best to keep his face paralyzed and nodded: "Your Highness is proud. That's good."
Without further ado, Ling Ye was too lazy to cooperate with the other party to create an atmosphere. His thoughts moved slightly, and the soul power in his body that had broken through to level 30 after many simultaneous rewards was quietly moving. For an instant, the light in the study seemed to dim slightly, and then, fifteen quaint wooden boxes with exactly the same size, shape, and material appeared out of thin air, floating neatly in front of Xue Qinghe's large book desk, as if they were being held up by invisible hands. A strange halo circulated on the surface of the wooden box, exuding a mysterious aura.
Xue Qinghe's eyes were instantly attracted by these blind boxes that appeared out of thin air. Even though he had already known about Ling Ye's magical methods through various intelligence, the shock of seeing it with his own eyes and experiencing this ability to ignore the rules of space and create things out of thin air at close range still had a strong impact on his cognition.
Taking a deep breath, Xue Qinghe suppressed the throbbing in his heart, stretched out his hand, and gently tapped the blind box suspended in the front.
The moment the fingertips touched the lid of the box, the blind box opened silently, turning into little bits of light and dissipating. What was left in place was an extremely weak, almost imperceptible light golden airflow, which circled half a circle in the air like a gossamer, and then disappeared into Xue Qinghe's eyebrows.
…" Xue Qinghe felt it carefully, with a trace of obvious disappointment on his face. The increase in soul power brought by that wisp of air was negligible. For his fifty-level cultivation, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, not even a single ripple.
"Just a drop of soul power?" Xue Qinghe looked at Ling Ye with a questioning tone.
Ling Ye shrugged and explained: "It's normal. Your highness, your soul power level is too high and your foundation is strong. This kind of random soul power reward is very effective for low-level soul masters, but for you, unless it is a rare item that specifically improves your cultivation, the increase is really limited."
Xue Qinghe nodded thoughtfully, the disappointment in his eyes faded, and interest was rekindled. He no longer hesitated and pointed his finger decisively towards the second blind box.
The lid of the box is opened and the light dissipates.
This time, there is no airflow, instead it is a skeleton that emits a soft white light! It floats quietly above the desk, its whole body is as crystal clear as jade, its surface is flowing with a warm luster, and a pure and stable soul power wave faintly emanates from it.
"Soul bone?!" Xue Qinghe stood up abruptly, his eyes bursting with incredible light! Even though he is a prince and has extensive knowledge, soul bones, the most precious treasure in the soul master world, are extremely rare! He subconsciously released his mental power to investigate carefully, and the look of shock on his face became even stronger: "The year... is close to three thousand years! Left arm bone!"
Ling Ye looked at the soul bone, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a bit of ridicule: "Your Highness, you are very lucky. You are the first 'customer' to receive soul bones from me so far." He deliberately emphasized the word "customer".
Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and forced down the turbulent waves in his heart. He carefully stretched out his hand, and the warm jade-like soul bone automatically fell into his palm. The tentacles are slightly cool, containing surging vitality and soul power.
"Three thousand years..." Xue Qinghe rubbed the surface of the soul bone, feeling the unique energy rhythm. The shock in his eyes gradually turned into wonder and a hint of heat, "For this prince, age is indeed not worth mentioning." With his status and the resources of the young master of Wuhun Palace, a soul bone of a higher age is not out of reach. "But... this is really a soul bone! It came out of a box you gathered at random..."
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes shining brightly at Ling Ye. His eyes seemed to see through Ling Ye from the inside out, and his tone was full of unprecedented exploration and An almost instinctive possessiveness: "It's amazing! Ling Ye, who...are you? This prince is really becoming more and more interested in you!"
Ling Ye met his gaze with a calm expression, and just lightly reminded: "Your Highness, there are still thirteen boxes."
Xue Qinghe took a deep look at Ling Ye, as if he wanted to carve his look into his heart. He restrained his exposed emotions and carefully put the three-thousand-year-old left arm bone into a special jade box. There is no doubt about the allure of soul bones. Although they are not very old, they are of immeasurable value when used as rewards for close friends or as special bargaining chips.
With stronger expectations and a hint of indescribable nervousness, Xue Qinghe pointed his finger again and landed on the third blind box.
When the lid of the box is opened, the light is not condensed into something, but turns into a dazzling golden light pillar, which instantly envelopes Xue Qinghe's entire body! The light was not aggressive, but had a hint of warmth.
Xue Qinghe felt an indescribable warmth instantly surge through his limbs and bones, penetrate into the bone marrow, penetrate into every node of soul power operation, and even touch the soul ring that symbolizes the essence of a soul master!
Hum——!
He subconsciously summoned his martial spirit. The white swan silhouette gracefully appeared behind him, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by the soul ring that suddenly lit up at the swan's feet!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!
The original standard soul ring configuration has undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment!
The second soul ring, the originally deep yellow color, is fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it has been injected with new life, rapidly transforming towards the noble purple! In a few breaths, a deep, condensed purple soul ring exuding powerful soul power fluctuations suddenly took its place!
The first soul ring, which was originally bright yellow, was also shining brightly at this moment, and the color became deeper and more solid. There was even a hint of lavender glow on the edge of the yellow. It seemed that it was only one step away from the thousand-year-old purple! The light of the other three soul rings also became more brilliant, and their aura became richer!
"This...this is..." Xue Qinghe completely lost his composure! He stared intently at the brand new soul ring configuration at his feet - yellow, purple, purple, purple, black!
The whole person feels like being struck by lightning, and his mind goes blank!