Pontiff Succession Ceremony, Reactions from All Sides!

"Were you referring to Su Chen, the one who stayed with His Holiness the Pope last night?"

Yue Guan stared blankly at the blonde girl before him and asked uncertainly.

Because Hu Liena and the others still required special arrangements, Gui Mei had gone out to find a suitable location, while he remained in Spirit City.

Bibi Dong had not specified what he was supposed to do, but how could Yue Guan not understand? She had clearly assigned him to protect Su Chen alone!

Jealousy had completely warped Chrysanthemum Douluo's face.

Thus, when the Great Enshrined Elder's granddaughter, the most gifted person in Spirit Hall's history, appeared before him and asked this question, he immediately understood.

"That brat is deeply favored by His Holiness the Pope now. Even I've never been inside that garden."

Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke with palpable sourness.

So his name was Su Chen?

Qian Renxue's mind flashed with the image of that boy's striking silver hair and bright black eyes. She nodded, then asked, "Is he a newcomer who only joined Spirit Hall recently?"

"Yes. His martial soul only awakened a few days ago, and he officially became a soul master only a few days ago as well."

Chrysanthemum Douluo thought for a moment. "Though it annoys me to admit it, that brat's talent is indeed exceptional. Not only does he have Innate Full Soul Power, but his martial soul is also a rare new type."

"Of course, compared to your Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty and your Angel Martial Soul, he still falls far short. It's just that—"

In truth, Yue Guan vaguely felt that Su Chen's martial soul might perhaps surpass even the Angel Martial Soul.

After all, he had seen the Angel Martial Soul before. Even the former Pope had never made him feel the pressure of encountering a natural predator or a superior being, yet Su Chen's martial soul had given him exactly that sensation.

But saying such a thing aloud would be far too shocking.

"Just what?"

Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly.

She felt that this might be the key to why Bibi Dong treated that boy so differently.

"Ah, his first soul ring is a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Well, around three thousand years, I suppose?"

Before Chrysanthemum Douluo had even finished speaking, the blonde girl abruptly rose to her feet. Her golden eyes fixed on him as she said urgently, "That's impossible!"

Even with a top-tier martial soul and Innate Soul Power of level twenty, four hundred years had been the absolute limit for her first soul ring. Even her second soul ring had only reached nine hundred years.

And that had already been Qian Renxue's limit.

No one understood that feeling better than she did. Just an additional hundred years meant being surrounded and eroded by the dying consciousness of a soul beast. The slightest carelessness could cause one's Soul Power to go into disorder, leading to an exploding body and death.

A thousand-year first ring? Forget three thousand years—even one thousand and one years would be absolutely impossible!

"Well, don't disbelieve it. Many elders saw it."

Seeing the girl's expression, Chrysanthemum Douluo felt incomparably satisfied.

What was it like? Had she felt it now?

The feeling of having her worldview overturned?

"Oh, and he has four soul skills too."

Yue Guan cheerfully delivered another crushing blow.

Qian Renxue said nothing. She simply walked out in silence.

Watching the girl's somewhat lonely back, Yue Guan shrugged.

He had not even mentioned that Su Chen had directly killed a level-forty Iron Horned Mad Rhino Soul Ancestor. If she heard that, wouldn't her conviction completely shatter?

Kids these days really had poor mental fortitude.

He had completely forgotten how he had reacted when he first witnessed all of this.

A Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Four soul skills!

She had always been a proud person.

And she had every right to be proud.

Innate Soul Power of level twenty, with all her soul rings at the optimal configuration.

Yet now, someone had utterly shattered that pride.

No wonder that woman had worn such an expression. No wonder that woman had looked at you in a new light.

The silver-haired, black-eyed boy in her mind grew ever clearer. Qian Renxue bit her lips hard, unaware even when they began to bleed.

An emotion called jealousy quietly took root, growing wildly from the depths of the girl's repressed heart.

"I'd like to see just how impressive a thousand-year first ring really is!!"

Su Chen had no idea that he had already caught the attention of the future Angel God.

Otherwise, he would surely have lamented this as an undeserved disaster.

Several peaceful days passed in succession, and Su Chen was more than happy to enjoy the quiet. He took the opportunity to properly study his martial soul.

Though he could currently use Chakra, the Five Elements Release techniques still could not be used, as though they lacked some sort of medium. However, he guessed that he most likely still needed soul rings.

Fortunately, Su Chen's Soul Power rose quickly. The soul ring of the Linwu Silkworm had directly raised him to level fifteen, and with the improved Soul Power Cultivation Method, he would be able to hunt for his second soul ring in a month at most.

Then, he would be able to determine the reason.

Just as Su Chen immersed himself in his research, news began spreading across the continent.

Spirit Hall would soon hold a succession ceremony for its new Pope!

As the continent's largest soul master organization and the dream destination of countless soul masters, every movement Spirit Hall made drew the attention of many.

Although news that the former Pope had been severely wounded to death by a Clear Sky Sect genius had been heavily suppressed, it could not be concealed from those who cared to investigate. For a time, forces both great and small began to stir restlessly.

Yet at this moment, with storms looming on the horizon, Spirit Hall made a grand spectacle of inviting numerous factions to attend the ceremony in person. This move undoubtedly tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

But no one acted rashly.

Everyone merely watched, waiting to see the reactions of the continent's other seven major powers—or rather, its three most powerful forces.

In a mysterious land, amid beautiful mountain ranges, treasure light gleamed through the clouds and mist as cranes circled overhead.

A gentle breeze suddenly swept through, dispersing the clouds and revealing exquisite, elegant buildings arranged in orderly layers and scattered with harmonious beauty.

This was the continent's foremost support sect, and one of the Three Upper Sects.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Within a lofty pavilion surrounded by the other buildings like stars encircling the moon, an argument was underway.

"Fengzhi, I don't recommend that you wade into these troubled waters."

In the elegant room, fragrant mist curled through the air and soft stringed music played, yet neither could conceal the tense atmosphere.

The elder who spoke wore an immaculate snow-white robe. His beard and hair were both white, while his long silver hair was neatly combed behind his back. His features were ancient and refined, and his face as delicate as a baby's. At that moment, he looked sternly at the young man before him.

"Spirit Hall is far more complicated than you imagine."

The young man had a face like polished jade, a straight nose, square lips, and a gentle, scholarly appearance. His spotless white robe was equally immaculate. Hearing the elder's stern words, he could only give a bitter laugh. "Uncle Sword, this is not something we can choose. Spirit Hall did not come to invite us—they came to notify us."

"If I'm not mistaken, every faction and academy with any name or standing should have received this invitation."

Ning Fengzhi let out a faint sigh, his brows filled with irresolvable hesitation.

"Spirit Hall is forcing us to take a side. It seems the rumors this time are likely true. Tang Hao killed Qian Xunji, and Spirit Hall has no intention of letting the matter rest."

"The Clear Sky Hammer truly possesses terrifying power. It actually managed to defeat even the Angel Martial Soul..."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin frowned deeply, sensing the difficulty of the situation as well.

Whether they went or not, neither option would be good for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Making enemies of the Clear Sky Sect was no good thing, but standing against Spirit Hall would also bring endless trouble to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"What do you think? Should we go?"

Chen Xin asked.

He could not think of an answer to such a question, so he could only leave it to the sect master.

"Go. Of course we should go."

After pondering for a moment, Ning Fengzhi adjusted his glasses, a glint of light flashing through his eyes.

"I believe the others think the same way. After all, they have extended such a sincere invitation. We cannot refuse to attend, can we?"

"I only hope Spirit Hall does not end up shooting itself in the foot."