Forced Recruitment by Bibi Dong

He looked at Hu Liena. "Hey, where's your professional ethics? Your conscience? You took my money, then turned around and sold my information. Playing both sides, are you?"

Hu Liena merely smiled, smugly patting Lu Leng's cheek. "First of all, my name isn't 'hey.' It's Hu Liena. Unless something unexpected happens, you'll be calling me Sister Na from now on. Second, that wasn't my profession. I just happened to run into you and awakened your Martial Soul while I was at it."

At those words, Lu Leng's struggling body suddenly jolted. "You're people from Spirit Hall!"

"What? Are you dissatisfied with Spirit Hall?" At that moment, a cold and imposing voice rang out.

Lu Leng raised his head to see who was speaking, but Ju Yueguan was holding him up, and he could not lift his head. All he could see before him was a pair of long, fair, beautiful legs.

Bibi Dong noticed his movement and gestured for Chrysanthemum Douluo to put him down.

Once Lu Leng was standing steadily, he finally looked up. But with just one glance, he froze.

The woman looked to be in her twenties. Her features were exquisitely delicate, as though they had been painstakingly sculpted, without the slightest flaw. Her figure was exceptionally alluring as well—long, jade-like legs, a slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, and a gemstone-studded staff in her grasp.

Her skin gleamed like polished jade, her violet eyes shone like stars. Graceful as a startled swan, poised as a pine in the wind.

Looking at her, even Lu Leng, with the temperament of someone who had lived more than twenty years across two lives, could not help but feel his heart stir.

This woman was dozens of times more beautiful than the female celebrities from his previous life! She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"No, Your Holiness the Pope is joking. Spirit Hall has never dissatisfied me," Lu Leng said awkwardly, though inwardly he was baffled. When had I ever been dissatisfied with Spirit Hall?

It had to be Hu Liena, adding fuel to the fire in front of Bibi Dong.

"That's good. I had originally planned to do a few things that might displease you." Hearing this, Bibi Dong's voice softened considerably. It seemed today's matters would proceed smoothly.

"How did you know my teacher was His Holiness the Pope?" Hu Liena asked in confusion from the side. They had never revealed it.

"I guessed." Lu Leng answered her without a pleasant expression.

"You...!"

"Enough. Since that is the case, come back to Spirit Hall with me. From today onward, you are my disciple," Bibi Dong said, cutting Hu Liena off.

"Go to Spirit Hall?" Lu Leng was startled.

No way, is this for real? The thing I wanted least is actually happening. What do I do now? If I really go to Spirit Hall, I'll be tied to Spirit Hall. When Spirit Hall falls in the future, won't I be finished too?

"Is there a problem?" Bibi Dong's voice turned cold again, carrying a hint of threat.

Hearing that, Lu Leng felt a chill run down his back. The refusal on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down. Bibi Dong was not someone easy to deal with. Back when Tang San had first begun to show his talent, Spirit Hall had tried to recruit him. When Tang San refused to submit to Spirit Hall, she had intended to kill him outright.

If he refused now, given her personality, he definitely would not meet a good end.

Forget it, forget it. Better to live miserably than die well. At worst, I'll find a chance to secretly kill Tang San in the future.

With that thought, Lu Leng smiled. "Of course there's no problem. How could there be a problem? I was just too excited. I was even packing my luggage to head for Spirit Hall when, unexpectedly, you came personally, Teacher. This disciple is truly flattered."

Hearing that, even Bibi Dong's stern face could not help but show a trace of amusement. This kid knew what he was doing.

Hu Liena, however, looked utterly disdainful. What a smooth talker.

Soon, the four of them returned to Spirit Hall.

After returning to Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong directly and publicly announced Lu Leng's existence, accepting him as her disciple before everyone. She also declared that from then on, anyone within Spirit Hall who dared harm Lu Leng would have their entire clan executed.

This announcement shocked all of Spirit Hall, from top to bottom, including those old fossils in the Worship Hall.

Worship Hall.

An elder reported, "Great Priest, His Holiness the Pope found a child from somewhere and publicly announced that she had accepted him as her disciple."

Great Priest Qian Daoliu stood with his back to him and did not turn around. "It does not matter. No matter how many disciples she takes, it will be useless."

"Should we investigate that child's background?"

"There is no need. No matter how great his talent is, he is only at Innate Full Soul Power. He is far inferior to Xue'er," Qian Daoliu said confidently.

"I understand."

"Come, attack me!" Inside the Secret Chamber, Bibi Dong said to Lu Leng.

Lu Leng said nothing else and directly summoned his Martial Soul. In an instant, a long blade appeared, accompanied by an aura of thunderous solemnity that enveloped the surroundings.

Feeling this pressure, Bibi Dong's expression turned shocked. This was the first time she had truly seen Lu Leng's Martial Soul. This aura made one's heart tremble. This Martial Soul was definitely a God-level Martial Soul! Lu Leng's own mind also shook. This was not his first time summoning the long blade; he had studied it several times at home before. Yet even so, every summoning brought him this same exhilarating feeling, as if he were invincible beneath the heavens and could sweep across mountains and rivers.

"What is this Martial Soul called?" Bibi Dong could not help asking.

"Zhan Luo!"

Zhan Luo—slayer of all Douluo! Lu Leng had named it. Pretty badass, right?

Without another word, Lu Leng gripped Zhan Luo and slashed directly at Bibi Dong.

As the blade slashed out, the air boomed, carrying a faint scent of scorched lightning! Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly as she once again sensed the extraordinary nature of this God-level Martial Soul. It did not even have a Soul Ring attached; this was merely an ordinary strike, yet its power had clearly already surpassed that of a Soul Master.

Amid her shock, she raised a hand to block. Soul Power gathered in her hand, and she directly seized Zhan Luo from a distance. Lu Leng pressed down with force, but the long blade could not advance any farther, remaining ten centimeters from Bibi Dong's palm.

Since the blade could not move forward, Lu Leng withdrew it and then swung another slash with a backhand. Yet Bibi Dong caught it again using the same method.

Lu Leng's expression darkened. She had effortlessly neutralized two attacks. He shouted, switched to a two-handed grip, and fiercely cleaved downward.

As if responding to his will, violet lightning instantly erupted around Zhan Luo. Accompanied by a thunderclap from the ground, Zhan Luo advanced much farther than before, stopping only when it reached Bibi Dong's face.

"Enough. Stop."

Bibi Dong withdrew her Soul Power, and Lu Leng also recalled the long blade. His face was slightly flushed. That final strike had unexpectedly drained a considerable amount of his Soul Power.

"There is no doubt that your Martial Soul is a God-level Martial Soul. Although your Soul Power has reached level twenty-one, your control is far too poor. After merely three attacks, you have consumed more than half your Soul Power. And of that consumption, ninety percent was wasted through leakage."

"Therefore, the next step will be two months of Soul Power control training!" Bibi Dong analyzed.

One of her hands was secretly hidden behind her back, her fingers trembling slightly. In her carelessness just now, she had actually suffered a small loss. Fortunately, Lu Leng had not noticed, or she would have been greatly embarrassed.