Investiture of the Holy Son?

Upon learning of Luo Ling's talent for Twin Martial Souls, Xie Yue and Yan were both deeply shocked.

The two were about to ask more when Hu Liena interrupted them.

"Teacher is looking for Xiao Ling. If you have anything to say, wait until next time!" Hu Liena grabbed Luo Ling's hand and ran off.

Xie Yue and Yan exchanged glances, both feeling rather helpless.

Papal Hall, Council Hall.

Luo Ling followed Hu Liena and the other two here.

As for why Bibi Dong wanted to see him, Luo Ling assumed it was nothing more than matters concerning his future Martial Soul cultivation.

But the moment he entered the hall, Luo Ling sensed that something was off. Immediately afterward, a powerful Soul Power pressure bore down on him.

Luo Ling forcibly stopped in his tracks.

The Raven Shadow Puppet and Soul of Desire instantly activated and entered a fusion state.

Two yellow Soul Rings spun continuously around Luo Ling before finally merging into a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

A phantom Evil Shadow appeared behind Luo Ling, gradually enveloping him like an ancient demon.

"So it truly is a Twin Martial Soul fusion. Even the Soul Rings have fused together." A deep voice came from the raised platform.

Luo Ling forced himself to raise his head against the Soul Power pressure.

Besides Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, seven more people stood atop the platform, every one of them radiating terrifying fluctuations of power.

The Seven Worship Hall Elders... Luo Ling understood.

Bibi Dong and the Worship Hall should not be on good terms. Why were all seven elders here at once?

As he endured the increasingly powerful Soul Power pressure, thoughts raced through Luo Ling's mind.

His gaze fell upon the golden-haired elder standing closest to Bibi Dong. He knew that this elder was the source of the pressure.

Qian Daoliu, the Grand High Priest of Spirit Hall, a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo!

Is this a test?

Luo Ling seemed to understand something.

Gritting his teeth, he stood firmly where he was, refusing to move no matter how the pressure on him shifted.

Not until thin streams of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Enough, Grand High Priest!" An angry rebuke rang out.

In an instant, Luo Ling felt his body lighten, and he nearly lost his footing and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Hu Liena hurried to Luo Ling's side and supported him with concern.

Looking at Luo Ling's pale face, Hu Liena could not help thinking of herself.

When Bibi Dong had wanted to invest her as the Saintess, Qian Daoliu had done the same thing.

At that thought, Hu Liena's eyes brightened slightly. Could Teacher be planning to...

"Bibi Dong, this boy is the one you recommended for investiture as the Holy Son. Naturally, I must take a good look at whether he is qualified." Qian Daoliu answered casually.

Qian Daoliu's words confirmed Hu Liena's guess, while Luo Ling revealed a surprised expression as well.

Bibi Dong wants to make me the Holy Son of Spirit Hall? Luo Ling could not understand it.

On the raised platform, Bibi Dong's face darkened at Qian Daoliu's actions. Suppressing her anger, she asked, "Then what do you think now?"

Qian Daoliu smiled and looked at Luo Ling again, his gaze filled with appreciation. He had just used the pressure of a Soul Ancestor, yet the boy before him had endured it despite having only just broken through to become a One-Ring Soul Master.

Homologous Twin Martial Souls, and even a self-created Martial Soul Fusion Skill. A genius like this should be reserved for Xiao Xue, Qian Daoliu mused.

He did not answer Bibi Dong. Instead, he suddenly addressed Luo Ling below. "Boy, are you willing to take me as your master?"

The Council Hall fell silent. The other elders all looked at Qian Daoliu in surprise, while Bibi Dong's expression turned grim.

"Qian Daoliu! You dare steal my disciple?" Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet. The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor appeared behind her as a terrifying aura swept through the hall.

"Bibi Dong, a good bird chooses the tree it roosts in. I can offer him better instruction." Qian Daoliu remained unhurried, paying no heed to Bibi Dong's forcefulness.

"Anything you can offer him, I can offer him too!" Bibi Dong grew even angrier. In her eyes, Qian Daoliu had merely cultivated longer than she had.

"You did not even know that his Martial Souls were Homologous Twin Martial Souls. How can you teach him?" Qian Daoliu remained unmoved.

Bibi Dong froze, and so did Luo Ling.

He had made up the Homologous Twin Martial Souls thing. Could such a theory really exist?

"I once read descriptions of Homologous Twin Martial Souls in the Library's collection of ancient texts. I know far more than you do." Qian Daoliu said with a smile.

The corner of Luo Ling's mouth twitched. He had never expected the theory he had fabricated to actually exist.

"Well, boy? Become my disciple. I would definitely be more suitable than Bibi Dong." Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes.

"Qian Daoliu! Do not forget, this is the Papal Hall!"

"Bibi Dong, do not forget who put you in the position of Pope!"

The two had become completely hostile toward one another. The radiance of the Six-Winged Angel and the demonic aura of the Death Spider Emperor rippled through the hall.

"Your Eminences." At that moment, Luo Ling suddenly stepped forward.

"Why make such a fuss over a boy like me?" he asked with a faint smile.

"What difference does it make whose disciple I become?"

"Either way, I am a member of Spirit Hall, am I not?"

Luo Ling's voice echoed through the hall, leaving both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu stunned.

The other Titled Douluo also looked at Luo Ling with astonishment.

Yet under the gazes of so many Titled Douluo, Luo Ling remained completely unfazed.

He truly had no interest in the conflict between Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

Having read the original story, he knew Douluo Continent inside and out.

Since his assassination and Second Martial Soul Awakening, Luo Ling had only two goals.

To take revenge on Yu Xiaogang, and... become a god!

As for Spirit Hall, since he had joined it, he did not mind helping it grow more glorious. But his ultimate goal remained becoming a god.

The hall fell quiet. Hu Liena and the other two were all surprised by Luo Ling's boldness.

After a long while, Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu exchanged a glance.

Qian Daoliu snorted and gave Luo Ling a deep look.

"That is right. No matter who becomes your teacher, you are still a member of Spirit Hall! Remember what you said!"

Then he turned around. "Bibi Dong, the boy is yours."

"He was my disciple to begin with!" Bibi Dong snorted, though her tone had already softened.

Hearing that, Qian Daoliu did not wish to bicker with Bibi Dong any further. He addressed Luo Ling again. "Boy, you should know by now that Bibi Dong wishes to invest you as the Holy Son."

"We already know about your talent, but talent alone is not enough." A hint of cunning appeared on Qian Daoliu's face.

"Those beside you are the Golden Generation of our Spirit Hall. They are the finest Soul Masters of Spirit Hall's younger generation."

"So long as you defeat one of them, I will agree to let you become the Holy Son," Qian Daoliu continued.

"Grand High Priest! Xiao Ling is only a Soul Master, while Na Na and the others are already Soul Grand Masters. How can they fight?" Bibi Dong objected, unable to remain seated.

"He possesses Homologous Twin Martial Souls and a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. The gap between the two sides is not that great." Qian Daoliu shook his head.

Bibi Dong wanted to say something more, but Luo Ling interrupted her. "I accept."

"Then go to the Training Ground." Qian Daoliu nodded.

Spirit Hall, Training Ground.

All Seven Worship Hall Elders were present, while Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo stood to the side as well.

Luo Ling and Hu Liena's group stood within the Training Ground.

"I am not fighting Little Ling!" Hu Liena was the first to withdraw, jogging over to Bibi Dong's side.

Yan and Xie Yue exchanged glances. Xie Yue looked at Hu Liena, who was waving at him, and helplessly shook his head.

Seeing Hu Liena's fierce expression, Xie Yue felt that if he fought Luo Ling, he would probably be scolded for quite some time.

A grown daughter could not be kept at home.

He shook his head and chose to withdraw as well.

Yan was delighted at the sight.

He had already been unhappy with the relationship between Luo Ling and Hu Liena. Now that he had an opportunity, he naturally wanted to prove himself.

He did not believe he could lose to a One-Ring Soul Master!

"Since Na Na and Xie Yue do not want to fight, I will!" Yan stepped forward directly.

Just as he prepared to summon his Martial Soul, he saw Luo Ling shake his head.

Luo Ling glanced at Yan, then at Xie Yue, who was about to leave the Training Ground. An excited smile curled across his lips.

"You two, come at me together!" he said.