What Do You Mean, "Where Did This Mongrel Come From?"

Lu Jing's chest tightened under the sudden pressure erupting from Qian Daoliu. Seeing the man's face darken instantly, he looked utterly baffled.

"Is... is there a problem?" he asked with a frown, unable to understand how one casual remark had provoked such a huge reaction from this mysterious powerhouse.

Spirit Hall had long since ceased to exist. Wasn't that common knowledge throughout Douluo Continent?

If this had been shortly after Spirit Hall's destruction, it would have been understandable. After all, Spirit Hall had been rooted in Douluo Continent for tens of thousands of years, with influence spread across the entire continent. It was only natural that some people and factions would refuse to accept its downfall. But the problem was, it had been over ten thousand damn years already.

There were still people who couldn't accept it? No way!

Qian Daoliu fixed him with a fierce stare, his golden eyes carrying an oppressive authority that brooked no doubt. "Why did you say, 'if Spirit Hall still existed'? Spirit Hall stands perfectly well in the center of the continent, maintaining order in the soul master world. How could it not exist?"

As the Great Enshrined Elder of Spirit Hall and the Angel God's representative in the mortal world, he had finally made a rare trip outside with his granddaughter, happily helping her obtain her third soul ring. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to hear something so utterly shocking.

"What?"

Lu Jing was completely stunned, wondering if he had misheard. He instinctively looked at Bei Bei, the man in black, and Wang Dong'er, only to find all three of them frowning deeply, their faces full of confusion.

Come on, man, had he not woken up yet this early in the morning?

Unable to hold back, Bei Bei spoke up. "Senior, did you remember wrong? Spirit Hall was jointly destroyed by the Two Great Empires over ten thousand years ago. Now, the continent only has the Four Great Empires—the Heaven Dou Empire, Dou Ling Empire, Star Luo Empire, and Sun Moon Empire—standing side by side. Where would there still be a Spirit Hall?"

The man in black nodded in agreement. "That's right. The history books state it clearly. Spirit Hall's last Pope, Bibi Dong, was slain by Ancestor Tang San, while the Angel God Qian Renxue vanished afterward. From then on, Spirit Hall completely disappeared into the river of history."

The moment those words were spoken, Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue, and Yu Yuanzhen's expressions changed completely.

Especially Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue.

At that moment, the pressure around Qian Daoliu was terrifyingly low, while stormy waves churned in his golden eyes. The girl beside him was Qian Renxue, alive and well. How had she become an Angel God who had vanished without a trace?

As for Bibi Dong, although she was ambitious, she was still holding down the fort at Spirit Hall. Where had this nonsense about her being slain come from?

And who the hell was this Ancestor Tang San? He had never even heard of such a person in the soul master world.

Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly, secretly gritting her silver teeth. Every word those people spoke pierced her heart like needles—Spirit Hall destroyed? Her death? It was simply absurd nonsense.

And why did this person say she was the Angel God? Where had that information come from? How did even she herself not know about it?

Yu Yuanzhen was equally dumbfounded. Though he differed politically from Spirit Hall, he knew perfectly well how powerful Spirit Hall currently was. How could it possibly have been destroyed ten thousand years ago? What nonsense were these people spouting?

"You..." Qian Daoliu's voice carried a faint, barely perceptible tremor as he asked, "You said Spirit Hall was destroyed ten thousand years ago?"

Lu Jing nodded, his tone certain. "Yeah, it's been over ten thousand years. It's written in children's introductory textbooks nowadays. Haven't you read them?"

Watching the reactions of Qian Daoliu and the other two, an absurd thought suddenly arose in his mind—could these people have emerged from some remote mountain backwater? They did not even know such basic history?

Qian Daoliu did not question him further about Spirit Hall. Instead, his gaze suddenly shifted to Lu Jing—or, more precisely, to the faintly circulating dark power around him.

A genius who could suppress the holy radiance of the Six-Winged Angel and had already absorbed a soul ring had to be recruited into Spirit Hall.

He suddenly turned to Yu Yuanzhen and asked in a deep voice, "Clan Master Yu, is this boy's spirit your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"

Yu Yuanzhen froze, then quickly examined Bei Bei carefully.

He found that Bei Bei indeed possessed the traits of a dragon-type spirit. In particular, the Lightning Power that occasionally leaked out was extremely similar to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"This..."

Yu Yuanzhen frowned and said in confusion, "It looks similar, yet not quite. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirits of our clan have always been pure and domineering. There has never been one containing an aura of light. And... I have never seen this child. There is no such person in the clan either."

He had led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for many years. Regardless of their talent, he had seen every clan member. There was no way he could have overlooked a youth with a dragon-type spirit.

The only one who could possibly have developed an aura of light was his own son, Yu Xiaogang. However, that person's spirit manifested separately from his body.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Bei Bei for a moment before he slowly said, "It truly is not a pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. It seems to be... a mutation."

As the two spoke, Bei Bei instinctively released his spirit. Blue-purple lightning gathered in his palm, vaguely taking the form of a dragon claw. Yet a faint golden glow lined the claw's edges, carrying an aura of holiness.

"Yes."

Bei Bei nodded and explained, "This junior's spirit is the Bright Holy Dragon, mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."

"Bright Holy Dragon?"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened. He stepped forward and stared fixedly at Bei Bei's spirit, his voice filled with incredulous fury. "How could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon mutate into something like that? Who are your parents? Where did this mongrel come from?!"

The world's number one Beast Spirit relied on absorbing Lightning Power to restrain enemies and evil spirits, yet one day it had suddenly turned into a light attribute much like the Six-Winged Angel. No one could accept that right away.

The word "mongrel" struck Bei Bei across the face like a slap.

His face instantly flushed red, rage shooting straight to his head. What did he mean, mongrel? His Bright Holy Dragon spirit was the result of the clan's efforts over ten thousand years, born from Master Yu Xiaogang's mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit. It was the pride of Shrek Academy. How had it become a "mongrel" in this man's mouth?

Bei Bei clenched his fists so hard that his nails nearly dug into his flesh. He recalled Master Yu Xiaogang's experiences—regarded by his clan as having a "useless spirit" for his entire life, enduring countless cold stares before finally being acknowledged in his later years. And now, he too was being humiliated by someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Though he did not know the man before him, it was not difficult to tell that he possessed an orthodox Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit.

Humiliation and fury surged through Bei Bei's heart. He could barely restrain the Lightning Power inside him, wanting nothing more than to rush forward and beat the old man before him into the ground.

"Teacher, can you beat him?"

Though the thought was good, Bei Bei knew full well that with his own strength alone, he could never be a match for the other party.

The man in black did not answer. But sometimes, no answer was already an answer.