Invincible Soul Emperor

Ye Qingchen nodded lightly, his eyes revealing a steadfast glow.

"I know, Xiao Xiao. You’re right, Xue Wei is indeed a dangerous rival. But rest assured, I’ve already discussed this matter with Xue Zhao."

Xiao Xiao finally felt at ease.

"I hope Xue Zhao’s match tomorrow goes smoothly."

...

At this moment, Xue Wei’s residence was shrouded in a tranquil night.

Inside the room, a few dim candlelights burned quietly in the corners, their weak flames casting hazy shadows on the walls.

Xue Wei stood by the window, with his back to everything in the room.

He wore a black long robe, his figure tall and straight, appearing stern and dignified.

His hands were clasped behind him, fingertips slightly tightening, as if contemplating something.

Moonlight poured in through the window, cloaking him in a faint silver sheen, making him seem even more profound.

His face under the moonlight appeared unusually stern, a hint of icy coldness and aloofness between his brows.

Xue Wei’s gaze was deep and distant, staring intently at the high-hanging bright moon outside.

Moonlight like water spilled onto the green stone surface of the courtyard, reflecting a faint glow.

In the night sky outside, the moon hung high, its bright light falling upon the earth, draping the entire courtyard in a silver-white veil.

Several thin clouds slowly floated around the moon, adding a touch of haze and mystery to the quiet night.

Xue Wei’s gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of night, carrying an unfathomable chill.

There was no expression on his face, only those eyes, as deep as a dark lake, hiding countless unresolved secrets and schemes.

He was calculating tomorrow’s match, pondering how to further implement his plans.

Though outwardly calm, his inner machinations and shrewdness were as turbulent as the ocean, never at peace for a moment.

Xue Wei’s lips slightly curved into a barely noticeable cold smile.

He took a deep breath, slowly closing his eyes, seeming to savor the tranquility of the moment while also accumulating strength for the impending storm.

The night breeze gently brushed past, bringing a slight chill.

Xue Wei stood by the window, like a cold statue, silent and steadfast.

In his heart, he was brewing a game capable of changing fate, known only to himself.

Just then, a hurried footstep sounded outside the door, breaking the silence of the room.

Immediately, the door was gently knocked, and Ah San’s voice came from outside.

"Master, the Family Head is here."

Xue Wei’s brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his calm.

He swiftly tidied his robe, turning and walking towards the door.

Pushing open the door, Xue Wei saw Ah San standing outside, and behind him, the Patriarch of the Xue Family was approaching slowly.

Xue Wei immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Family Head, why have you come?"

The Family Head nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across Xue Wei’s face with a hint of scrutiny and contemplation.

Then, stepping into the room, he casually looked around and sat down on a chair in the center of the room.

Seeing the Family Head seated, Xue Wei did not dare to be negligent, immediately sitting on the adjacent chair, maintaining an upright posture.

The Family Head’s gaze was calm as water, looking at Xue Wei, his tone serene but with a trace of authority: "Xue Wei, although you didn’t win today’s match, your performance was still commendable. It was ultimately a draw, and you weren’t far from the Saint Position."

He paused, his gaze growing deeper: "However, tomorrow is the most crucial match; you must give your all and must not take it lightly."

The Family Head’s gaze was like a torch, as if trying to see through Xue Wei’s eyes into his heart.

Listening to the Family Head’s words, a trace of an elusive glow flashed in Xue Wei’s eyes.

He nodded slightly, his eyes firmly responding, "Family Head, I understand. I will give my all and not disappoint your expectations, nor let down those who support me."

Satisfied, the Family Head nodded, showing a rare smile: "Good, I know you can do it. Remember, I’ve favored you from the start."

After speaking, the Family Head looked deeply at Xue Wei, his eyes carrying a hint of profound meaning.

Then, he slightly rose, indicating for Xue Wei to continue striving, and turned to leave the room.

Leaving Xue Wei sitting there alone, his heart ignited with an even more resolute fighting spirit.

Watching the Family Head depart, Xue Wei couldn’t help but laugh twice.

"Xue Zhao, even the Family Head supports me. Tomorrow, you stand no chance."

...

The next day, at dawn, the square was already bustling with activity.

The square’s surroundings had long been decorated festively, with red ribbons fluttering in the wind, lanterns hanging high, adding a touch of festival atmosphere.

Outside the square, various vendors had set up their stalls early, with cries echoing incessantly, the aroma of roasted meat and scent of fresh fruits and vegetables mingling in the air.

The crowd milling around all had looks of anticipation on their faces.

Many families’ elders and disciples gathered together, discussing today’s match in hushed tones, their words revealing expectations and speculations about the one who would ascend to the Saint Position.

The Competition Stage in the center of the square was already surrounded tightly, everyone eager to grab a good spot to clearly see every detail of the match.

Not far away, the audience seats were already filled with important figures from various forces.

They wore luxurious robes, holding tea cups, their faces maintaining composure yet their eyes betraying tension and anticipation.

Each person’s gaze focused on the Competition Stage, waiting for the match to begin.

Children played and frolicked on the square’s edge, laughter and cheer occasionally breaking the tense atmosphere with some lightheartedness.

The sky was a clear blue, sunlight bathing the square, making everything appear exceptionally bright.

In the air lingered a tense and excited atmosphere, as if everyone’s heartbeat was gradually quickening with the passage of time.

People gathered in small groups, discussing yesterday’s match, guessing today’s outcomes.

Every face was etched with anticipation and excitement, as if this was not just a match, but a matter of glory for the entire family and even the entire city.

High flags around the square waved in the wind, emblazoned with the Xue Family emblem, brightly colored, flapping confidently in the breeze.

The wind carried voices of laughter, discussions, and hawking, merging into a bustling and lively symphony.

Everyone was looking forward to today’s match, expecting the powerful contender who would obtain the Saint Position to step onto the stage and showcase unparalleled prowess.

As time passed, more and more people filled the square, creating an extraordinarily lively scene. Every face radiated with anticipation and excitement, as if awaiting a grand celebration.