Bibi Dong's Fury

Bibi Dong's Fury

Papal Hall!

Upon the lofty imperial throne, a woman sat quietly.

She possessed an exquisitely beautiful face, skin fairer than snow, and a head of lustrous wine-red hair. Her snow-white hand tightly gripped a Golden Scepter. Clad in luxurious papal robes, she was graceful and elegant, her majesty fully revealed. She was none other than the supreme ruler of Spirit Hall, Pope Bibi Dong.

"Reporting to Your Holiness, news has arrived from the main hall of the Balak Kingdom!" A Red Cardinal knelt within the hall, holding a letter in his hands.

"Present it!" The Pope's crimson lips parted slightly. Her cool voice was filled with authority.

As soon as she spoke, a man dressed in chrysanthemum-patterned robes took the letter from the Red Cardinal and respectfully handed it to Bibi Dong.

Her delicate hand drew out the letter as her beautiful eyes carefully read its contents.

Bang! The scepter struck the ground. Bibi Dong's expression remained indifferent, but unspoken fury burned in her eyes. "Fengming Village has been massacred!"

Bibi Dong's tone was calm, yet her words were like thunder splitting stone, shocking everyone within the hall!

"What?!" Everyone wore expressions of utter disbelief. Fengming Village was His Holiness's hometown—someone had actually dared to massacre it?

"Your Holiness, what were the casualties?" the man in chrysanthemum attire asked from the side.

"All men, elderly, and weak have perished. Only a small number of women and children survived!" Fury gathered in Bibi Dong's voice. Though she held no particular attachment to Fengming Village, it was still her hometown. This was no different from slapping her in the face.

"Which madman would commit such an utterly inhuman deed?" the man continued, anger in his voice. This was also a challenge to Spirit Hall's authority.

"Who else could it be? Naturally, those Evil Soul Masters. The letter also says that Fengming Village was not their only target. This was a premeditated act of revenge!"

Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened. "Yue Guan, I leave this matter to you. Make sure to wipe out these Evil Soul Masters. Leave none alive!"

"Yue Guan accepts the order!" The man in chrysanthemum attire bent at the waist. He was none other than Spirit Hall's renowned Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.

"The letter mentions that a steward from the Fasinuo Main Hall and a child named Lu Yuan killed those Evil Soul Masters and saved the women and children. How should this be handled?" Bibi Dong shifted her gaze.

"How strong are these two?" Yue Guan asked.

"That steward is a fifty-second-level Soul King. His Martial Soul is the Raging Gale Lion, and he is forty-eight years old. The boy named Lu Yuan is a fifteen-level Soul Master. His Martial Soul is the Golden Dragon, and he is six years old. It is said that he possesses Innate Full Soul Power," Bibi Dong said calmly.

"Reporting to Your Holiness, Yue Guan believes that the steward need not be given much attention. A casual reward will suffice. However, that child named Lu Yuan possesses astonishing talent. We should devote great effort to nurturing him!"

"That is reasonable. The Golden Dragon is a legendary Martial Soul and extraordinarily powerful. Such talent should be brought under our command!" An elderly man in black at Bibi Dong's left also spoke.

"Then send Lu Yuan to the Genius Training Camp. If he wins the championship in the selection tournament three months from now, he will become my second disciple," Bibi Dong said impassively.

"We obey Your Holiness's command!" No one objected to Bibi Dong's words. The Genius Training Camp was a camp established by Spirit Hall specifically to recruit children under ten years old, selecting talent for Spirit Hall. A selection tournament was held once every three years, and this year happened to be the year it began.

There were no mediocrities in the Genius Training Camp. Every member possessed Innate Soul Power of at least level six. There were even students at the Soul Grandmaster rank in the current camp. If Lu Yuan could distinguish himself there and claim the championship, then he would indeed be qualified to become His Holiness's disciple.

After several days of travel, Lu Yuan and Xu Fei finally arrived at Spirit City!

"Spirit City is truly flourishing!" Lu Yuan could not help but praise it. Along the way, he had seen many prosperous cities, but even the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire was slightly inferior to the Spirit City before his eyes.

"This is the holy city in the hearts of all Soul Masters!" Xu Fei said with a reverent expression.

Lu Yuan neither agreed nor disagreed. What Xu Fei said was indeed true. Setting aside those so-called sects, ordinary Soul Masters throughout the land held Spirit City in the highest regard.

"Where are we going now? Straight to Spirit Hall?" Lu Yuan asked.

"No. We will first go to the inn. There are Spirit Hall stewards there specially responsible for receiving visitors. We must wait at the inn for orders. That has always been the rule!" Xu Fei said.

"Oh!" Lu Yuan nodded. Isn't this just like ancient China? Foreign guests had to stay at a guesthouse and wait for an audience with the emperor.

It seemed that whether in Douluo Continent or ancient China, such matters were basically the same.

"Visitors, halt!" Lu Yuan and Xu Fei's carriage was stopped. The ones blocking it were Holy Temple Knights responsible for guarding Spirit City!

"Get down," Xu Fei said.

Lu Yuan nodded, and the two climbed out of the carriage together.

"We are from the Fasinuo Spirit Main Hall. This is our official document!" Xu Fei took a document from his robes. It bore the seal of the Fasinuo Province Spirit Main Hall!

After verifying the document, the knight clasped his hands and said, "The inn is ahead. Please proceed on foot."

Carriages and horses were not permitted near the inn. After all, this place was already close to the Papal Hall. Unless one was an elder or worshipper of that rank, even a Platinum Bishop had to obediently leave their carriage and walk.

The Pope's authority could not be violated!

"Very well, thank you for the trouble!" Following Xu Fei, Lu Yuan entered the inn!

There were quite a few people in the inn, including more than a dozen children around Lu Yuan's age. These children were young prodigies sent by Spirit Hall Branches or subsidiary halls from various regions. Generally speaking, the geniuses sent here possessed Innate Soul Power of at least level seven.

"Oh, more newcomers!" The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in an effeminate manner. His voice was shrill, and as he spoke, he held up an orchid finger. His neither-male-nor-female manner made goosebumps rise all over Lu Yuan's body!

"Hmph, Yue Ling, you'd better speak properly!" Xu Fei frowned and shouted angrily.

"Oh, Little Fei Fei, why has your Fasinuo Main Hall even sent you out? That really is rare!" Yue Ling paid no attention to Xu Fei's words. Instead, he deliberately struck a coquettish pose, gazing at Xu Fei with "tender affection" in his eyes.

"Ugh!" Lu Yuan felt his stomach churn. Yue Ling's appearance truly disgusted him.

Xu Fei's face darkened as he grabbed Lu Yuan and headed into the room!

"Hey, Little Fei Fei, you haven't answered me yet?" The shrill voice came again.

Xu Fei's body trembled as he quickened his pace once more.