Bibi Dong

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong was instantly unhappy, her cheeks puffing up.

"Dad, I have Innate Level 9 Soul Power. How could anyone possibly be more talented than me?"

"Rongrong, you need to understand that there is always someone better out there." Ning Fengzhi was helpless as well.

With Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu indulging her, Ning Rongrong's temper had grown worse and worse. She was already well on her way to becoming a Little Demoness.

"Rongrong, your father really isn't wrong this time. That boy Xu Hanfeng is indeed far more talented than you." Gu Rong spoke up.

"That's right. Xu Hanfeng is the same age as you, but he's already a Soul Elder, while you're still only a Soul Master."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong's mind buzzed.

What?

Had she heard wrong?

A nine-year-old Soul Elder? Was he even human?

"A nine-year-old Soul Elder? Are you two grandpas sure?"

"There's no mistake. The news came from Lightning Academy."

"How is that possible?! Even Innate Full Soul Power shouldn't make someone a Soul Elder at the age of nine!"

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded. This news had completely shattered her understanding.

"That's why he's a monster."

It took Ning Rongrong a long while to come back to her senses.

"Dad, how about I go?"

"Go where?" Ning Fengzhi had yet to react.

"To Heaven Dou Royal Academy and bring him back."

"Are you sure you're not going there to cause trouble?" Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched.

Would a Little Demoness like you actually do something proper?

"Come on... Dad, it's not like I only do bad things!"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face reddened.

"Fengzhi, we can give it a try. The people around that boy and the ones he summons are all girls, which means that fellow..."

Sword Douluo did not finish his sentence.

But Ning Fengzhi understood.

If Rongrong could really bring him back, that would be wonderful.

"Alright. Go after some time."

"Yay!!"

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

"Sect Master, is this news true?"

"Yes. It came from Lightning Academy." Yu Yuanzhen nodded.

"Hiss... A monster sent from heaven."

"Sect Master, we must bring him here."

"That's right. He'll definitely become a Title Douluo in the future, perhaps even a Limit Douluo. It would be an enormous boon to our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was highly exclusionary, before absolute talent, they would still set aside their meager pride.

"He's currently at Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Are you planning to just go there and snatch him away?"

"What if the Heaven Dou Empire's old ancestor steps forward?"

Yu Yuanzhen asked.

"This..."

Everyone fell silent.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had a Super Douluo. Could the Heaven Dou Empire possibly not have one?

Could an empire that had existed for hundreds or thousands of years lack any foundation?

They did not believe that.

"Enough. Don't bring this matter up again. Tell the people in the sect to be careful not to offend Xu Hanfeng. And Yu Tianheng—tell him to stop fixating on Dugu Yan."

Yu Yuanzhen was helpless as well.

His grandson was simply too useless.

After all this time, he had not even won over Dugu Yan.

Yet Xu Hanfeng had taken her down the moment he arrived.

This really was an era where looks mattered.

Spirit Hall.

Worship Hall.

"Take a look. This is the news Xiao Xue sent back." A white-haired middle-aged man sat cross-legged, floating in midair.

"Hiss... Is this real?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared blankly at the message in his hand.

"Second Brother, what is it? Let us see."

Light Feather Douluo directly snatched the message from him and read it together with the others.

After finishing it, they looked at one another. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Big Brother, could Xiao Xue have made a mistake? How could a Soul Master like this possibly exist?" Mighty Lion Douluo swallowed and said.

"That's right. The soul rings would be one thing, but isn't this Summoning System Soul Master far too monstrous? Why does he seem even stronger than the Six-Winged Angel?"

Light Feather Douluo nodded.

"I don't know. But leave this matter to Bibi Dong. Have her investigate it thoroughly. She is Spirit Hall's Pope now."

Qian Daoliu had no desire to concern himself with such matters at the moment.

"But Big Brother, what if it's true and Bibi Dong takes him in?"

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head. "Do you think Xu Hanfeng is a foolish Soul Master? Why would he reveal his own strength?"

"Uh... Isn't it to show off? Kids seem to like doing that." Light Feather Douluo looked young and had a young mindset as well.

He did not resemble an eighty- or ninety-year-old man in the slightest.

Qian Daoliu's mouth involuntarily twitched. This Fifth Brother of his was becoming more and more unreliable.

"Could he be trying to join a faction?"

Thousand Jun Douluo said.

"But isn't he already with Dugu Bo? That should count as being safe, right?" Subduing Demon Douluo was also somewhat confused.

If he had a Martial Soul like that, he would hide until he became a Title Douluo before going out.

Then he could sweep the world without a rival.

"Do you think Dugu Bo alone could shield someone with that kind of talent? If all of us moved against him, Dugu Bo would only be beaten into scraps."

Mighty Lion Douluo looked disdainful.

"That's true. Does that mean he'll join our Spirit Hall?"

"Most likely. Alright, send this information to the Papal Palace."

"Yes."

Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong stood atop the high platform of the Papal Palace. Her brilliant golden gown looked exceptionally luxurious beneath the pouring rays of the setting sun.

She was not particularly tall, but her exquisitely curved figure was extraordinarily captivating.

The long gown clung tightly to her body.

Her full bosom seemed ready to burst forth, her waist was slender enough to be encircled by one hand, and through the slit in her skirt, her long jade-like legs could be seen faintly.

Her face was flawless, her cherry lips touched with vermilion, her delicate nose tall and refined, her skin snowy white, smooth and immaculate.

Most heart-stirring of all were her amethyst-like eyes. As her gaze shifted, they held both majesty and nobility, along with a faint, almost imperceptible allure.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Pope."

"The Great Enshrined One sent you here. What is it?" Bibi Dong gave a slight nod, her tone far from pleasant.

Although the Papal Palace and Worship Hall both belonged to Spirit Hall, their relationship was extremely poor.

"Your Excellency the Pope, the Great Enshrined One instructed me to deliver this message. He said that you should examine it carefully."

"Oh?"

Bibi Dong lightly raised her right index finger, and the message in the man's hand flew into hers.

When she unfolded the white paper and saw the contents written upon it—

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted, and even her soft, snowy breasts trembled.

Yuanguan and Gui Mei below exchanged glances.

They had no idea what kind of message Your Excellency the Pope had seen to cause such a great reaction.

"Yuanguan, Gui Mei."

"Here!"

"Take a look."

Bibi Dong's beautiful brows knitted together. She could not understand it at all.

She possessed Twin Martial Souls, but compared to this, even her Twin Martial Souls seemed like nothing.

"How... how is that possible?! How could a Martial Soul like this exist in this world?" Yuanguan's shrill voice rang out.

Gui Mei stood beside him beneath a black robe, his face impossible to see.

But his faintly trembling hands revealed that he was far from calm.

"This was sent by the Worship Hall. It cannot be fake."

"No matter what, Yuanguan, make a trip there."

"Yes!"