Old Bastard, I'm Bringing the Ultimate Weapon to Humiliate You!

By the time Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo found Su Chen, he had already gone to rest.

When Su Xiao learned of his son's abilities after returning that afternoon, he had nearly fainted from excitement. It took a long time to calm him down before he returned to normal.

It had exhausted Su Chen, though. Despite having lived two lives, he truly had no idea how to comfort people.

So once Su Xiao had calmed down, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

After all, he had not rested particularly well during the day.

When the white-haired boy was awakened by the excited and flustered Su Xiao, he felt rather helpless. But upon seeing the familiar duo in the living room, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Please wait a moment."

Before the eager Chrysanthemum Douluo could say anything, the boy gave a slight nod, turned around, and headed back into his room.

"Su—"

Chrysanthemum Douluo opened his mouth, originally intending to urge him along. Yet as he watched the boy's unhurried back, for some reason, his restless heart gradually settled down.

After thinking it over, he and Ghost Douluo sat down and waited quietly.

"Oh, this child... My lords, please wait. I'll go call him right away!"

Su Xiao was frantic. After pouring the tea, he hurriedly rose to call Su Chen.

Did this child even know who these two were?

Not only were they renowned powerhouses across the continent, they were also trusted confidants of His Holiness the Pope. If he managed to build a connection with them, would he not rise rapidly through the ranks in Spirit Hall?

These were great figures whom one normally could not even flatter if one tried!

He simply could not understand why such important people had come together to his home so late at night to look for Ah Chen.

Could it be that Ah Chen had alerted the Pope?

"No need, no need. We can wait."

Chrysanthemum Douluo reached out, stopped him, and shook his head.

Seeing the great man act this way, Su Xiao could only sit back down awkwardly.

Fortunately, Su Chen did not keep them waiting long. Before long, the boy emerged, wiping the steam-dampened hair on his head.

All three turned to look at him. Chrysanthemum Douluo froze, staring at Su Chen in surprise. The boy had changed into proper clothes and finished washing up. "You know where we're going?"

"Mm. If nothing unexpected happens, we're probably going to meet the Pope ahead of schedule. We can discuss the details on the way."

The boy nodded, handed the towel to the dumbfounded Su Xiao beside him, and walked out first. Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance before following him out.

Su Xiao alone remained rooted to the spot, blankly looking at the towel before looking at the trio's retreating backs.

"H-he really alerted the Pope?"

"That is the situation, just as I said."

Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke with a grave expression.

"So you need to display your abilities with everything you have. The more exaggerated, the better."

Ghost Douluo nodded as well.

"There is no danger, but—"

"No."

Before he could finish, the white-haired boy softly interrupted him.

His black eyes fixed on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo as he enunciated each word.

"There will definitely be danger."

Both men froze, their expressions changing drastically.

"You mean..."

Su Chen nodded.

"That's right. If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably find someone to spar with me, then use the opportunity to seriously injure me—or simply..."

The white-haired boy did not continue, but the other two understood what he meant.

"That damned old bastard!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed angrily.

Given his understanding of Guang Ling Douluo, this was not merely possible—it was highly likely.

The situation had now reached a deadlock.

Knowing that Su Chen would be in danger, there was no way they could send him over. Only an idiot would sacrifice a future peerless genius for a momentary clash of pride.

But if they retreated like this...

Yue Guan himself was not afraid of being made things difficult for or punished. He only feared that His Holiness the Pope, whose situation was already difficult, would find it even harder to move forward because of this.

For a moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo found himself caught between advancing and retreating.

"Let me bear full responsibility. His Holiness the Pope won't blame me even if she finds out."

After hesitating for a moment, Yue Guan gritted his teeth.

No matter what, he could not let Su Chen come to harm.

"We'll bear it together. Otherwise, you may lose more than just your position in the Judicial Group."

Gui Mei shook his head, but as he looked at the calm and composed white-haired boy, his heart stirred.

"Su Chen, do you... have a solution?"

Though he felt it was somewhat irrational to place such pressure on a six-year-old child, the monster-like talent Su Chen had displayed clearly extended far beyond cultivation. With only a few words, he had analyzed Guang Ling Douluo's deeper scheme.

Perhaps he really did have a good solution?

"Mm, I do."

Su Chen nodded.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes lit up.

This child had constantly brought them surprises. Could it be that this time...

"Then we do nothing. We go there and accept this sparring match."

The white-haired boy's black eyes shone with calm light as he looked at them.

"Don't bring this up again. Can't you see, kid? You're far more important than this pointless clash of pride."

Chrysanthemum Douluo interrupted him angrily and waved his hand. "At worst, we'll be punished and lose some face. We can earn that back sooner or later. But if you're seriously injured—or simply die—where are we supposed to find another Su Chen?"

"Old Ghost, send him back so he can sleep properly."

Ghost Douluo sighed, only to see a faint smile appear on the white-haired boy's face.

"My lords, let me ask you this: will the person he sends to test me be above a Soul Elder?"

Su Chen was in a good mood now.

Aside from informing the two of the truth, his speculation about that possibility had also been a test.

If they still demanded that he step forward without hesitation, Su Chen would have to reconsider whether to cooperate with Bibi Dong. From the perspective of long-term interests, destroying a genius over something like this was an exceptionally foolish act.

He could tolerate cold-blooded companions, but he could not tolerate shortsightedness and stupidity.

Subordinates were extensions of their superior's will. Clearly, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's reactions had satisfied him.

Thus, Su Chen did not mind helping them a little in advance.

"Nonsense. Of course they won't send anyone above Soul Elder. Would they even have any shame, using someone above Soul Elder against a Soul Master? Wait..."

Yue Guan answered irritably, but halfway through, his expression changed.

"You mean..."

"That's right."

The white-haired boy smiled and nodded.

"Do you think I'd be afraid of a Soul Elder?"

It sounded rather arrogant.

Yet Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo discovered sorrowfully that they had no way to refute him.

He was someone who had killed two Thousand-Year Soul Beasts!

"But combat experience... Fine, forget I said anything."

Chrysanthemum Douluo had wanted to offer a reminder, only to realize he had said something pointless.

The difference in strength was not something combat experience could overcome. No matter how experienced a Soul Elder was, they could not kill a Thousand-Year Linwu Silkworm and live, much less face a pack of Thousand-Year wolves.

Damn it, why was this kid such a monster?

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo bared their teeth in frustration.

They had found a solution, but for some reason, they were not very happy.

Having their intelligence and talent utterly crushed by a six-year-old was truly not a pleasant feeling.

But when they thought of Guang Ling's expression later, as though he had eaten shit, the two Douluo could not help growing excited again.

Just wait, old bastard.

I'm bringing the ultimate weapon to slap your face swollen!