Chrysanthemum Douluo Was Quite Good at Making Up Stories

But the truth proved that Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo had celebrated too soon.

Perhaps the white-haired boy's low-key steadiness, along with his polite manner toward others, had made them instinctively overlook some terrifying established facts.

For instance, the child already possessed Level 15 Soul Power.

Or the fact that he was only six years old this year.

And

"HAHAHAHA! Did you two eat poisonous mushrooms from the Star Dou Forest? You can actually say something even a three-year-old wouldn't believe?"

Without seeing something so absurd with one's own eyes, no one would believe it.

Above the main square of Spirit City, amid the clouds.

An incomparably magnificent palace stood there, resplendent in gold and jade, half-veiled by mist and clouds. Faintly visible around it were enormous halls standing guard.

Pontiff Palace!

The sacred ground in the hearts of all Soul Masters across the Douluo Continent.

It was the supreme center of power, the pinnacle of strength, and the orthodox authority of Soul Masters.

At that moment, however, peals of laughter rang out from within this glorious hall.

The spotless floor was like a fine mirror, reflecting the murals and flowing patterns within. The glazed tiles let in ample light without being glaring. Several people stood in two rows, yet the hall still appeared somewhat empty.

Allowing the mocking laughter to echo without end.

"Six years old with Level 15 Soul Power? A Thousand-Year Soul Ring, four soul skills, and mastery of so many techniques? Yue Guan, Gui Mei, I think you two should stop overseeing criminal law. You should go write stories instead. You'd definitely be good at it."

"HAHAHAHA, exactly! You might as well say he'll become a Titled Douluo at sixteen and a god at eighteen. Wouldn't that be about the same? HAHAHAHA."

Countless taunts, some well-intentioned, some malicious, and some with ulterior motives, came one after another. The air was filled with cheer.

Naturally, the two people at the center of it all were not in a very good mood.

In the center of the hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood there, their expressions awkward to the extreme.

As the laughter grew more intense, Yue Guan clenched his teeth. Even his pale neck had flushed red. Finally unable to endure it any longer, he roared, "Whether that child has such talent or not, bring him here and see for yourselves! Do you think we would tell a lie that could be exposed so easily?!"

Gui Mei said nothing. He merely nodded silently, while secretly committing every person mocking them to memory.

"His Holiness the Pope, I request permission to bring that child here immediately and show them what a true genius is!!"

Yue Guan shot everyone a resentful glare, cupped his hands in salute, then turned his gaze toward the highest seat, toward the breathtakingly beautiful woman reclining against the Pontiff's Throne.

Her eyes were closed in rest, her long lashes trembling faintly. It seemed as though the mockery and arguments around her had nothing to do with her.

"No, Elder Ju, it is not that I am judging a gentleman with a petty mind. Some forbidden drugs seem capable of producing such effects as well. But the effects of such drugs usually do not last very long."

The speaker was a handsome young man.

He appeared quite young, yet he wore the light-gray robe that represented an enshrined elder. His left eye was covered in ice and snow, and a faint smile rested on his face.

He glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and spoke softly.

"You—"

Yue Guan glared furiously at the handsome youth, gritting his teeth. "Guang Ling Elder, what do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what I said. Elder Ju's reading comprehension still needs improvement. Young people should do what young people ought to do. Do not aim too high. Empty boasting can only fool yourself, not others."

The other man smiled calmly and glanced meaningfully at the beautiful woman seated upon the Pontiff's Throne.

"Bastard, you—"

At that moment, Yue Guan dearly wished to punch that handsome face.

But he also knew that was impossible.

Though Guang Ling Douluo looked young, he was actually an old relic over ninety years old. Whether in strength or reputation, he surpassed a youngster like Yue Guan.

More troublesome still, the old relic was a staunch supporter of the Six-Winged Angel lineage and had always been rather dissatisfied with His Holiness the Pope taking office. People like him accounted for the overwhelming majority within Spirit Hall.

If Yue Guan displayed his hostility too openly, he would only bring unnecessary trouble to His Holiness the Pope.

That old bastard pretending to be young will die a miserable death sooner or later!

After viciously cursing Guang Ling Douluo in his heart, Yue Guan took a deep breath. His gaze swept over the others in the hall, but an eerie sneer rose to his beautiful face.

If he really had been lying, His Holiness the Pope would surely face criticism this time.

But this time, you would all be slapped in the face.

What was he laughing about?

A trace of doubt surfaced in everyone's minds.

In a situation like this, he could still laugh?

Guang Ling Douluo frowned, a faint sense of unease rising within him.

Could it really be?

No, impossible.

As a veteran Titled Douluo, he too believed that Yue Guan was spouting nonsense.

It was not prejudice born of opposing factions. On the contrary, after hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's account, he had repeatedly analyzed it in his mind. Only after ruling out even the last sliver of possibility had he decided to step forward and seize this excellent opportunity to attack Bibi Dong.

Not only had he read Su Chen's records, he was extremely familiar with them. As one of the three most outstanding newly awakened talents in this generation of Spirit Hall, Su Chen's information had long since been delivered to his desk.

From the first time that white-haired brat wet the bed to when he began struggling to train his body, every detail had been investigated thoroughly over the past few days, including Su Chen's father, Su Xiao, as well as his grandfather and ancestors.

At a glance, there were only two words to describe them: ordinary.

Their martial souls were ordinary, their strength was ordinary, and their family background was ordinary.

Su Xiao had become a Purple Bishop not because his strength was outstanding. Put nicely, he had enough seniority. Put bluntly, his family had been working for Spirit Hall since his great-grandfather's generation, and by the time it reached him, they could no longer bear to overlook him and gave him a Purple Bishop position.

Perhaps because his family had always worked diligently, Su Chen's generation had produced a rare mutation in his martial soul. Guang Ling Douluo had not uncovered exactly what it was; after all, the continent was vast, and Spirit Hall was not omnipotent.

But Innate Full Soul Power proved that it was no weak martial soul.

That white-haired brat had indeed been clever since childhood and enjoyed figuring out ways to train his body on his own.

All in all, he was a genius, and a rare precocious genius at that.

But being a genius did not mean he could be as absurdly exceptional as Chrysanthemum Douluo claimed. It practically overturned Guang Ling Douluo's understanding as a Titled Douluo.

Since you want to use this brat to bolster your prestige, I do not mind taking the wind out of your sails.

If not for the old His Holiness the Pope's orders, what are you worth? How could you possibly sit in that position?

Guang Ling Douluo glanced at the breathtaking woman on the Pontiff's Throne, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes.

"Since Elder Ju is so certain, then bring him here. If there are any tricks involved, I believe they naturally will not escape the eyes of the elders."

A cold, lofty voice descended from above and spread throughout the hall. The noisy hall gradually fell silent.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were as still as an ancient well as she met Guang Ling Douluo's somewhat sharp gaze.

An oppressive atmosphere instantly enveloped the hall. Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they all lowered their heads.

After a long while, Guang Ling Douluo's eyes flickered, and he took the initiative to lower his head.

"Naturally, His Holiness the Pope has the final say."

"However, let me make this clear first, Elder Ju. Do not let this turn out to be some case of hanging up a sheep's head while selling dog meat."

"Everything you said had better be demonstrated."

He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose expression had suddenly turned incomparably ugly, and revealed a faint smile.

With just a few sentences, he had sealed off every avenue of retreat.

"You... Hmph!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo could no longer suppress the fury in his heart. He saluted Bibi Dong, then grabbed Ghost Douluo and strode out of the hall without looking back.

He feared that he would be unable to stop himself from fighting that old bastard pretending to be young to the death.

"Young people truly are impatient, are they not, His Holiness the Pope?"

Guang Ling Douluo seemed to sigh helplessly, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Why did those two seem so confident? And Bibi Dong actually...

He looked in confusion at the beautiful woman, who had once again closed her eyes to rest.

Even at this point, after he had cut off all their paths of retreat, she was not the least bit flustered.

Could that brat named Su Chen really be so formidable?

No, impossible. Such a thing could not exist.

Guang Ling Douluo let out a soft breath, shook his head, and reaffirmed his thoughts.

It had to be some kind of scam. Hmph, Bibi Dong, just wait to drop a rock on your own feet!