Bibi Dong Battles Tang Hao, an Enrollment Incident

At the western entrance of Holy Spirit Village, three incredibly dilapidated mud-brick houses stood quietly.

A battered plaque hung above the middle house, bearing the image of a simple hammer.

No one on the continent would have imagined that Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo who had once shaken the continent, would be living here in seclusion as a poor blacksmith.

Inside the house, Tang Hao wielded a hammer in one hand, forging a lump of iron the size of a human head. He swung the hammer so quickly that it left afterimages.

The pounding seemed to make the entire house tremble.

After a long while, the head-sized lump of iron had been forged down to the size of a palm.

Looking at his handiwork, a sharp glint burst from Tang Hao's eyes.

It seemed...

His Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer had not deteriorated!

Thinking of how his precious son Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, Tang Hao felt a surge of boundless ambition.

One day, he would surely take Xiao San, destroy Spirit Hall to avenge Ah Yin, and then return to the Clear Sky Sect in glory.

Father and son would join forces and restore the Clear Sky Sect to its former splendor!

Although, before Tang San awakened his Martial Soul, Tang Hao had never shown him a kind face, as though Tang San were not his own son.

When Tang San had just been born, Tang Hao fed him freshly cooked porridge. Whatever money he earned was basically spent on alcohol, and he never contributed to household expenses. From the age of four, Tang San had to learn to cook for himself, or he would not have enough to eat.

Even after learning that Tang San had awakened Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power, Tang Hao had remained indifferent and had not even planned to let him become a Soul Master.

Until...

Tang San said that he had another Martial Soul—the Clear Sky Hammer!

Tang Hao immediately pulled Tang San into a tight embrace and said emotionally, "Son, my son!"

As a slave to his sect, Tang Hao dreamed of returning to the Clear Sky Sect.

And his precious son Xiao San had become his only hope for taking revenge against Spirit Hall and returning to the Clear Sky Sect.

It was also because of his precious son that Tang Hao, who had been despondent for years, decided to change himself.

It was time for the title of Clear Sky Douluo to shine across the continent once more!

Just as Tang Hao was brimming with ambition.

The forge fire beside him suddenly went out.

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed sharply as he gazed into the distance.

Just now, he had sensed an incredibly powerful fluctuation of soul power.

This fluctuation undoubtedly belonged to a Title Douluo!

In less than a second, his body had entered a state of alert. His grip on the hammer tightened abruptly, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans.

The soul power that had lain dormant for years began to boil at this moment.

Tang Hao let out a low shout, his expression turning extremely grim.

"After all these years, I never thought those bastards from Spirit Hall would still find this place!"

Before his words had even faded, Tang Hao vanished from where he stood as if he had used Teleportation.

At the same time, above Holy Spirit Village.

Bibi Dong, elegant and noble in bearing, looked at the utterly disheveled Tang Hao. Her expression froze slightly before she let out a soft laugh.

"I never expected it. The once-great Clear Sky Douluo has fallen so low."

If three people with Innate Full Soul Power had not appeared in a tiny place like Nuoding City, she likely would never have discovered Tang Hao's whereabouts.

"You are..."

"Bibi Dong!" Tang Hao narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, a flash of killing intent passing through them.

He had not expected the visitor to be Bibi Dong, the new Pope of Spirit Hall!

Although he knew who she was, Tang Hao's emotions did not fluctuate much.

So what if she was the Pope?

It was not as though he, Tang Hao, had never killed one before!

Once he killed her, he would take Xiao San and leave this place!

Tang Hao thought to himself.

"Heh, you need not know who I am. You only need to know..."

"I came here to kill you!"

Bibi Dong raised a hand and waved it!

The next moment, one Soul Ring after another rose from beneath her feet.

Though they appeared slowly, each Soul Ring that emerged made Bibi Dong's aura grow heavier and more imposing.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Seeing the incomparably eerie blood-red Soul Ring on Bibi Dong's body, disbelief appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.

Red!

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

At the same time, an exquisite carriage slowly arrived at the entrance of Nuoding Academy.

"Kids, we're at Nuoding Academy. Get down!"

Qi Tian called into the carriage, and Qi Lin and the other two immediately jumped down.

After stretching lazily, Qi Lin looked at the tall arched gate before him and said to Qi Tian, "All right, Dad. We can go in ourselves from here."

"Fine, then!"

Qi Tian shrugged. Since Qi Lin wanted to go in on his own, Qi Tian was happy to take it easy.

They were already at the academy, after all. What danger could there be?

After watching Qi Tian leave, Qi Lin and the other two walked over to the guards standing on either side of the arched gate.

The guard initially looked rather unhappy, with even a hint of annoyance in his expression.

Seeing that look on the guard's face, Qi Yue actually shuddered all over.

After all, he was just an ordinary six-year-old child.

However, once the three of them approached, the guard quickly adjusted his attitude.

For a gate guard, judging people by their appearance was the most basic skill.

He saw that the three children had gotten out of a luxurious carriage. In particular, the two walking in front, judging from both their clothes and bearing, did not seem like children raised by ordinary families.

Therefore, the guard bent slightly toward Qi Lin and Sister Xiao Wu, smiled, and said enthusiastically, "Little friends, you look unfamiliar. You must be this year's new students at Nuoding Academy, right?"

Qi Lin nodded slightly.

The guard continued, "Then show big brother your Spirit Hall certificates. Otherwise, big brother can't just let you through."

After hearing this, Qi Lin glanced at the other two before taking out his Spirit Hall certificate from his bag.

Sister Xiao Wu and Qi Yue followed suit.

The guard examined Qi Lin's Spirit Hall certificate first. When he clearly saw the two lines reading, Martial Soul: Mutated Blue Silver Grass; Innate Soul Power: Level Ten, his expression stiffened slightly.

Blue Silver Grass? Damn it, Blue Silver Grass again!

Had he run into a ghost today? Two Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls with Innate Full Soul Power in a row?

Remembering that country bumpkin from not long ago, the guard's gaze at Qi Lin immediately lost some of its earlier warmth. However, he knew that this child did not seem like someone to provoke, so he merely said indifferently.

"All right, you pass!"

The guard then looked over Sister Xiao Wu and Qi Yue's Soul Master certificates.

When he saw that Sister Xiao Wu's certificate also showed Innate Full Soul Power, faint ridicule filled the guard's eyes as he thought to himself:

"These noble lords really have some tricks. They actually bribed Spirit Hall to forge Soul Master certificates?"

As he thought about it, the guard felt a little envious as well.

Clearly, the guard had misunderstood Qi Lin's identity and assumed that he was a young master from a noble family.

As for the last one, Qi Yue, the guard merely gave his certificate a cursory glance before letting him through.

Innate Soul Power Level One, and a work-study student at that. Now that was normal!

After Qi Lin and the other two walked away, the guard resumed whistling as he prepared to welcome the next student arriving to register.

On the other side, Sister Xiao Wu gave an unhappy snort.

"Why did that guard's attitude change so much?"

"At first, he was so enthusiastic that he looked like he was fawning over us, but afterward, it felt like he was mocking us."

"Sister Xiao Wu really wanted to beat him up."

Qi Lin smiled as he rubbed Sister Xiao Wu's head. "Xiao Wu, you're a girl. Don't be so hot-tempered."

Sister Xiao Wu raised her fair little chin and gave a proud snort, seemingly saying:

Not listening, not listening, turtle chanting scriptures!