Joining the Martial Soul Hall, Taking Hu Liena

Sun Sheng's mouth curled slightly. He flexed his body a little, putting on a show of getting ready to stretch his limbs.

By then, quite a crowd had already gathered outside Martial Soul Hall, all coming to watch the excitement.

"Hmph, putting on an act!"

The unconvinced guard sneered coldly at his display.

His voice was low, but to the sharp-eared soul masters present, it was still fairly clear.

"You'll be surprised soon enough."

Sun Sheng shot a glance at the guard, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. A wave of Soul Power Level 23 gradually emanated from his body.

Everyone present furrowed their brows slightly as they sensed his soul power level.

For someone his age, reaching Soul Power Level 23 was indeed decent.

But within Martial Soul City, it was far too common—utterly unremarkable.

"Heh, and here I thought his talent was something special. Only Level 23, and he's already showing off. A frog at the bottom of a well!"

The guard let out a long sigh of relief after sensing Sun Sheng's soul power, sneering coldly.

Sun Sheng heard this, his expression unruffled, and summoned his martial soul.

An Iron Staff?

When the crowd saw his martial soul, they all froze in place.

Wasn't this just the most ordinary Iron Staff martial soul?

When Sun Sheng released his first spirit ring, the entire venue instantly erupted into an uproar of discussion.

A ten-year spirit ring?

Was this kid here to clown around?

A Soul Grand Master at Level 23 with a ten-year spirit ring.

And he actually claimed to have decent talent.

What the hell, his imagination was way too wild.

"Hahaha, an ordinary Iron Staff martial soul with a ten-year spirit ring!"

"Kid, is this what you call impressive talent?"

The guard saw his first spirit ring and burst into unrestrained, mocking laughter.

Ghost Douluo, on the other hand, was filled with rage, his face twisted as he gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Kid, is this what you call talent?"

At that moment, he felt as if he'd been toyed with, and his fury burned.

He raised his right palm, ready to slap Sun Sheng dead on the spot to vent the anger deep in his heart.

But just then, a flash of purple light streaked by.

A Purple Soul Ring followed the White Spirit Ring, slowly descending and settling into place.

Silence!

The entire venue fell silent!

When everyone saw that Purple Soul Ring, they all shut their mouths, eyes wide, stunned into shock.

Many even thought they'd misseen it and rubbed their eyes.

But when they opened their eyes again, there it still was—a thousand-year spirit ring radiating a purple glow.

Especially the guard who had been laughing and mocking all along—he was completely dumbfounded, frozen in place, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

And Ghost Douluo, too, paused at that moment, slowly withdrawing his hand, staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the strikingly conspicuous thousand-year spirit ring.

A, a Thousand-Year Second Ring!

H, how is that possible!

The first spirit ring is a ten-year spirit ring.

The second spirit ring actually jumps straight to a thousand-year spirit ring.

D, did I see that wrong?

Th, this is just too unbelievable.

Whoosh!

The silent venue suddenly burst into clamor, as everyone discussed Sun Sheng's second spirit ring in shock.

"Lord Ghost Douluo, I wonder if this kid's talent meets your satisfaction?"

Sun Sheng looked at the stunned crowd and asked smugly.

"Hahahaha, good, truly a genius."

"Kid, you really do have some skill."

Ghost Douluo was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed, his joy plain to see.

"Lord Ghost Douluo, may I join Martial Soul Hall now?" Sun Sheng asked with a smile.

"Of course, Martial Soul Hall welcomes your addition." Ghost Douluo extended his hand in invitation.

A monstrous talent with a Thousand-Year Second Ring—his future was limitless.

As long as he didn't die young, he would definitely surpass him.

If the Pope learned of this, it would be a great merit for him.

"Then can we go in now?" Sun Sheng pressed on.

"Come, I'll take you inside to handle the formalities."

Ghost Douluo patted his shoulder and prepared to lead him into the hall.

"By the way, Lord Ghost Douluo, what about those two?"

Sun Sheng glanced at the two guards, whose faces were full of shock, and revealed a cold, sinister smile.

"That's simple. I'll have someone make them disappear later."

Ghost Douluo naturally understood his meaning and gave his word, sealing the two men's fate.

Upon hearing Ghost Douluo's words, the two guards collapsed to the ground in terror, their faces pale and eyes vacant.

"Milord, milord, spare us!"

"We were blind and deserved a beating. Please, milord, spare our lives."

To save themselves, the two crawled on their knees before Sun Sheng, slapping their own faces repeatedly, kowtowing and begging desperately.

But Sun Sheng turned a blind eye and followed Ghost Douluo into the hall.

For such petty people, there was no need to show any mercy.

Soon after, the two guards were taken to a secluded spot by two Red-Clothed Bishops and dealt with on the spot.

By then, under Ghost Douluo's guidance, Sun Sheng had completed all the procedures and smoothly become a member of Martial Soul Hall.

During this time, Ghost Douluo even specially invited Sun Sheng to become his student.

But Sun Sheng refused on the grounds that their martial souls didn't match.

Seeing that he had no interest, Ghost Douluo didn't insist. After arranging Sun Sheng in a VIP guest room, he hurried off to the Papal Hall to report the matter to Bibi Dong.

And after Ghost Douluo left, the news that Sun Sheng possessed a Thousand-Year Second Ring spread throughout Martial Soul Hall in an instant, causing quite a stir and even alarming the Elder Hall.

It attracted many Martial Soul Hall elders or elders to come and take him as their student.

Especially the Sixth Elder of Martial Soul Hall, Qianjun Douluo, who was the most eager.

Upon receiving the news, he rushed over immediately and found Sun Sheng.

After all, his martial soul was the Qianjun Staff, which was the same type as Sun Sheng's, making him the most suitable candidate.

Unfortunately, Sun Sheng's ambitions lay elsewhere, and he found various excuses to politely decline.

After all, his goal was to become Bibi Dong's student.

What's more, Qianjun Douluo's cultivation was too low, completely beneath his notice.

In his memory, Qianjun Douluo's combat power was unremarkable—he had once been held back by the ninety-third-ranked Ma Hongjun, which greatly disappointed him.

If Qianjun Douluo knew what Sun Sheng was thinking, he would surely spit blood on the spot.

He was, after all, a peak Douluo at rank ninety-six, a powerhouse with a name on Douluo Continent.

And yet he was being looked down upon by a brat.

"Sun Sheng?"

"It's Sun Sheng!"

"He finally showed up."

Hu Liena, who was training in Martial Soul Hall, rushed over impatiently upon hearing news of Sun Sheng.

The moment she saw him, a strange flutter appeared in her eyes.

"Little sister, we meet again."

Sun Sheng looked at the beauty before him, slowly opened his arms, and smiled calmly.

That radiant smile was like a ray of dawn, striking Hu Liena's little heart.

"Little brother, you scared me to death."

Hu Liena suddenly charged forward and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Sun Sheng breathed in the faint, fragrant scent and the soft comfort against his face, gradually sinking into bliss.

Ding! Progress on the Hu Liena seduction quest: 80%.

Ding! Progress on the Hu Liena seduction quest: 90%.

Ding! Progress on the Hu Liena seduction quest: 100%.

Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the Hu Liena seduction quest. Reward: Mental Domain, one Soul Orb.