Establishing a Saint Child!

"What? Establishing a Saint Child?!" As soon as Bibi Dong spoke, the elders and worships below were all visibly shocked and could not help crying out. Even Qian Daoliu, who had worn a calm expression, showed a slight change in complexion.

The Martial Soul Hall Saint Child was equivalent to the crown prince of the two great empires—the Pope's heir. Within Spirit Hall, their status was second only to the Pope and the Great Enshrinement. Even the other worships ranked below the Saint Child. One could easily imagine just how lofty the Martial Soul Hall Saint Child's position was.

"Your Holiness the Pope, why have you suddenly decided to establish a Saint Child?"

"That's right! Establishing a Saint Child concerns Spirit Hall's future. There can't be the slightest carelessness!"

Many elders below began voicing their opinions. Very few supported Bibi Dong's decision. Even those who had originally stood on Bibi Dong's side harbored some objections, though they did not openly oppose her. They merely said that everyone should hear the Pope's reasoning first.

"Big Brother, what do you think about this?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was also startled upon hearing that Bibi Dong intended to establish a Saint Child. After all, the status and significance of the Martial Soul Hall Saint Child were extraordinary. It was not something that could simply be established on a whim.

"Let's hear her reasons first. Establishing a Saint Child is no small matter," Qian Daoliu said calmly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded as well.

Bibi Dong watched the elders below continuously raise objections and frowned slightly. She struck the ground with her scepter. With a crisp clang, the sound echoed through the hall. "Silence!" Bibi Dong spoke sternly, and an invisible pressure spread outward. The elders who had been arguing below all trembled and fell silent.

"I naturally have my own plans for establishing a Saint Child. I would not casually choose just anyone. Elders and worships, rest assured," Bibi Dong said.

"Then please give us a sufficient reason, Your Holiness the Pope. Otherwise, we will not agree to your establishing a Saint Child!" an ill-tempered elder was the first to speak.

"That's right! You must give us a sufficient reason. Otherwise, we will not acknowledge this Saint Child!" Once the first elder spoke up, the others followed suit.

Everyone turned their gazes toward Bibi Dong. Even Qian Daoliu looked at her, clearly sharing the elders' opinion. If she wanted to establish a Saint Child today, she had to provide sufficient reasons. Otherwise, there was absolutely no chance.

Bibi Dong was not surprised by this. She had long known that establishing a Saint Child would not be easy. Someone would certainly step forward in opposition. Sweeping her gaze over the crowd, she slowly said, "You want reasons? Then I shall give you reasons."

"I believe many of you already know that I accepted a new disciple yesterday morning. My disciple is named Long Yun. He is twelve years old, and his human-form Martial Soul is Darius, an exceptionally powerful and rare Martial Soul. I trust you all understand how rare human-form Martial Souls are?" Bibi Dong said with a smile on her lips.

"Human-form Martial Soul?!" The elders and worships all stiffened at those words. Powerful figures like them naturally knew of the existence of human-form Martial Souls. They were extraordinarily rare Martial Souls. In Spirit Hall's records spanning nearly ten thousand years, aside from the Angel Martial Soul, other human-form Martial Souls had appeared only a handful of times. Yet despite their rarity, every Soul Master who possessed such Martial Souls had become a Titled Douluo, standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world. This showed just how powerful human-form Martial Souls were.

According to Spirit Hall's records, human-form Martial Souls were mainly divided into two types. One type used oneself as the Martial Soul, meaning that one's Martial Soul was oneself. The other took the form of another person. This kind of human-form Martial Soul was even more powerful and rare than the former. Over the past ten thousand years, Spirit Hall had recorded only one such Martial Soul on the continent: Spirit Hall's inherited Martial Soul—the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

In fact, Spirit Hall had even more detailed records concerning the second type of Martial Soul. For a human-form Martial Soul based on another person, that "other person" could not be an ordinary human. They had to be a god. Otherwise, why would someone as outstanding as you become another person's Martial Soul? In other words, the second type of human-form Martial Soul was definitely a God-level Martial Soul. Records involving gods had always been kept in Douluo Hall, and only the Pope and the Great Enshrinement were qualified to view them. No one else had the right to even touch them.

Although a human-form Martial Soul based on oneself was not as powerful as one based on another person, it could not be underestimated. At the very least, it was a top-tier Martial Soul, one of the very best among them. Its quality could absolutely rival the Clear Sky Hammer. That was why the elders and worships were so shocked. With such a Martial Soul, he truly qualified to become the Saint Child—though only qualified.

Seeing the surprise on the elders' faces, Bibi Dong revealed a satisfied smile. This was exactly the effect she wanted.

"With such a Martial Soul, he indeed qualifies to become Spirit Hall's Saint Child," an elder who supported Bibi Dong said with a smile.

"Haha, with a Martial Soul no weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer, and having been accepted as the Pope's disciple, his future accomplishments will surely be limitless!" another elder echoed.

The other elders also wore thoughtful expressions, occasionally glancing at Qian Daoliu in the seat of honor as they waited for his stance. Qian Daoliu sat calmly, as if he had not been affected in the slightest.

Feeling everyone's gazes, Qian Daoliu said lightly, "Pope, you should finish everything in one go. Tell everyone about your disciple's circumstances. For instance, what level is his Soul Power currently?" Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong with a faint smile.

Bibi Dong gave Qian Daoliu a deep look. This old fellow seems to have guessed something. He really is difficult to deal with!

Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's words, everyone turned their attention to Bibi Dong again, each making their own guesses. With such a powerful Martial Soul, his Innate Soul Power had to be at least level eight or nine, perhaps even Innate Full Soul Power. At twelve years old, his Soul Power should be close to level thirty at the very least. Reaching level thirty at twelve truly made one a genius!

Facing everyone's gazes, Bibi Dong said, "My disciple is currently registered at level twenty Soul Power and has only obtained his first soul ring." Bibi Dong's calm voice fell into everyone's ears, and the scene instantly fell silent. The elders, including several worships, all froze as if they had been turned to stone. The hall was so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

Twelve years old, level twenty? And he only had one soul ring? His Martial Soul was even a human-form Martial Soul! Were you joking with them? Wasn't this talent a little too poor? Even someone with a slightly better Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power of five or six should probably have reached level twenty by the age of twelve. Was her disciple too lazy to focus on cultivation, or was his Innate Soul Power too low, making his cultivation speed too slow? How could he only be level twenty at twelve?

And with talent like that, he wanted to become Spirit Hall's Saint Child? Was she sure she was not dreaming? The elders could not help mocking him inwardly.

The elders who had just praised Long Yun all flushed red. It felt as though someone had slapped them across the face, leaving their cheeks burning painfully. They lowered their heads slightly, not daring to meet the other elders' eyes. It was too embarrassing! They practically wanted to kill Long Yun. With such a good Martial Soul, he was only level twenty? Just how had this brat cultivated to be so slow?

Before the elders could say anything, Bibi Dong continued, "He only awakened his Martial Soul yesterday." This sentence was like a boulder plunging into a lake, instantly stirring up towering waves.

The elders and worships who had just recovered stared with wide, round eyes, looking as if they had seen a ghost. Aside from the Great Enshrinement and the Second Worship, all the other elders and worships rose to their feet in shock. "What?!" they all cried out, staring at Bibi Dong in disbelief, as though trying to confirm whether her words were true.

"Your Holiness the Pope, is... is what you said true?" an elder asked, his breathing somewhat hurried. His body was trembling, not because of old age, but because he was far too excited. His body could not stop shaking. He felt as though his heart was about to leap from his chest. This was the first time in all his years that he had been so agitated.

He awakened his Martial Soul yesterday and was level twenty today. Was that possible? Impossible! That was the first reaction in every elder and worship's mind. If anyone else had told them this, they would have sent that person flying with a slap. Wasn't that deliberately making fools of them? Reaching level twenty in a single day? Did they really expect anyone to believe that?

But these words had come from the Pope, and in an occasion like this, making them highly credible. The Pope had no reason to lie before so many elders and worships. There was no need for it. Moreover, if she angered all the elders, even her position as Pope would be in danger. So this might actually be true. But if it was true, then it was simply too outrageous.

"I naturally would not lie," Bibi Dong said calmly. What a joke. Did someone of her status need to lie?