Soul Ancestor Zhang San

Spirit City, Spirit Hall.

The palace doors were wide open, and sunlight streamed in, spreading a long golden carpet across the marble floor.

Bibi Dong sat high on the Pope throne. Her purple-gold Pope robes cascaded down from the throne, making her already slender and beautiful figure even more captivating.

She rested one hand on the armrest, her fingers casually tracing the gemstone at the top of the armrest, while her other hand supported her chin, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

Although she maintained the dignity of Pope, the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her good mood.

Six people approached His Highness.

The six people stood at the foot of the jade steps, arranged in two rows.

The two people in the first row are Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

The four people in the second row are Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, all from the Golden Generation. There is also a person who looks six or seven years younger, standing on the far side, half a step away from Hu Liena.

It was Zhang San.

At this time, Zhang San had grown to over 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and strong physique.

Although he had an ordinary appearance, his eyes revealed a maturity and composure beyond his years.

Hu Liena stood to Zhang San's left, with a head of strangely orange, short hair, a delicate yet alluring face, and a very voluptuous figure.

Her gaze kept drifting towards Zhang San, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

Zhang San, standing to the side, would occasionally return the smile.

Yan stood on the other side, his gaze also occasionally drifting towards Hu Liena. Seeing Hu Liena's intimate interaction with Zhang San, his eyes were filled with resentment.

Bibi Dong, sitting on the throne, saw the group return and a rare look of joy appeared in her eyes.

The group entered the hall and bowed simultaneously, saying, "Greetings, Your His Holiness the Pope."

Zhang San and Hu Liena's voices held a newfound intimacy. "Greetings, teacher."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over everyone's faces, a smile curving her lips, "Very good. How did your trip to help Xiao San hunt for his Fourth Soul Ring go?"

As an elder, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan spoke first.

He bowed slightly, his tone respectful, his voice high-pitched. "Reporting to Your His Holiness the Pope, the journey has been very successful. We arrived at the Star Dou Great Forest, searched for four days, and quickly found a five-thousand-year-old Cave Demon Spider. Its age and attributes are just right."

"The four of them personally took action, and in the end, Xiao San used the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow to kill the Cave Demon Spider, successfully obtaining his Fourth Soul Ring. Xiao San's Soul Power increased to level forty-one, officially making him a Soul Ancestor. Moreover, the Cave Demon Spider's Soul Skill was very suitable for Xiao San, being an extremely powerful crowd control skill."

Bibi Dong nodded, her gaze falling on Zhang San: "Hmm, not bad. Xiao San..."

Zhang San bowed and said, "Disciple is here."

Bibi Dong said with a pleased tone, "You are thirteen and a half years old now. Breaking through to the Soul Ancestor at this age makes you the youngest Soul Ancestor in recorded history on the continent. Your talent has exceeded my expectations."

Yes, Zhang San broke through to the Soul Ancestor at the age of thirteen and a half.

If we disregard Tang San and Xiao Wu, who are both exceptionally gifted, such talent is indeed rare in the world.

Zhang San not only possesses Tang Sect martial arts techniques, but also receives personal instruction and guidance from Bibi Dong, a genius teacher.

In addition, there was the massive resource support from the Spirit Hall.

The best training ground, the most suitable Soul Rings, and the best medicine to assist in training.

A combination of factors enabled Zhang San to cultivate at such an astonishing speed.

Zhang San lowered his head modestly, his voice respectful. "It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, Master. Every bit of progress I've made is the result of your hard work. I dare not take credit for it."

Bibi Dong smiled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of approval. "There's one more thing. The blueprints you drew based on your Second Martial Soul Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, have been shown to the craftsmen of the Spirit Hall. They believe that the designs on these blueprints are not only feasible but also suitable for mass production."

She paused, then continued, "Xiao San, you've done another great service for the Spirit Hall. What reward do you want? Anything I can do, you can ask for."

Zhang San raised his head, his gaze resolute, having already prepared his answer, "This disciple needs no reward. This disciple only has one request, hoping that Master will agree to let this disciple join the Spirit Hall Team and participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament one year from now."

Zhang San was eager to prove himself and showcase his talent. Everything he did was for the Tang Sect.

Bibi Dong nodded. "Based on your age, participating in the next competition would be the best option. However, since you've made this request several times, I will agree to your participation."

"A few days ago, I sent word that the Spirit Hall will offer four Soul Bones as prizes for this year's champion. You four should know why four, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang San, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan straightened their backs simultaneously, clasped their hands in a fist salute, and said, "Disciples will certainly not fail in our mission!"

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. "Good. I look forward to the four of you using your overwhelming strength in the Soul Master Tournament to establish absolute prestige for my Spirit Hall. Let the whole continent know who the true master of this continent is."

"Thank you, Teacher!" Zhang San and Hu Liena bowed at the same time.

"Thank you, Your Pope!" Xie Yue and Yan bowed simultaneously.

Bibi Dong's gaze swept across the four faces, finally settling on Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan: "There's still one year left. Nana is currently level 48, and Xie Yue and Yan are level 49. My requirement for you is that you must break through to Soul King within one year."

The three answered in unison, "Yes!"

Bibi Dong turned her gaze to Zhang San, her tone softening with concern. "Xiao San, I heard from the teachers at the Spirit Hall Academy that you are passionate about forging and often spend the entire day in the forging room."

"To be honest, at your age you should be focusing your energy on cultivation. I noticed you weren't neglecting your cultivation before, so I didn't mention it to you."

Bibi Dong changed the subject, speaking in a serious tone, "But for the next year, I hope you will temporarily put aside your hobbies and devote all your energy to cultivation."

"Only if one of you wins the championship after the tournament can you continue. Otherwise, I will send you all to Death Canyon for training."

Without any hesitation, Zhang San nodded and replied, "Yes, teacher, I understand. This year, I will do my utmost and will never let you down."

Bibi Dong nodded and waved her hand. "Alright, you can all go now and cultivate diligently."

The crowd bowed and slowly withdrew from the Pope's Palace.

As I stepped out of the Pope's Palace, the sunlight streamed down from above, warming me comfortably.

In the center of the square stands a huge Angel Statue, wings outstretched as if about to take flight, lifelike in appearance.

Hu Liena immediately moved closer to Zhang San and said affectionately, "Xiao San, a nice new restaurant has opened in the west of the city, shall we go check it out?"

In Zhang San's heart, from the first day he entered the Spirit Hall, this senior sister had always taken good care of him.

Over time, and given that Hu Liena was impeccable in terms of appearance, figure, talent, and status, a strange feeling began to stir in Zhang San's heart.

Zhang San originally planned to return directly to the Spirit Hall Academy to cultivate, but after only a moment's hesitation, he accepted Hu Liena's invitation. "Okay, Senior Sister, let's go then."

Hu Liena smiled, and naturally took Zhang San's arm, and the two walked side by side toward the west of the city.

Yan, standing behind Zhang San, watched how close Zhang San and Hu Liena were, and a strange fire rose in his chest, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

Xie Yue stood beside Yan, glanced at Yan's ashen face, sighed, and patted Yan's shoulder. "Stop looking, let's go back to the academy. Cultivation is the most important thing; the Soul Master Tournament is in a year. Instead of being jealous here, you should spend your time cultivating and prove yourself on the field."

Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the flames even further, and followed Xie Yue towards the Spirit Hall Academy.