Title Conferment Ceremony: Spirit Kite Douluo Makes an Appearance Before Everyone

After Yan had exhausted himself and not a drop of Soul Power remained, Ji Wushuang waved his hand, and the sword light returned to its sheath.

"Hundred Consecutive Wins, complete!" Hu Liena clapped and cheered.

Xie Yue patted Yan on the shoulder and said regretfully, "Congratulations. You completed Hundred Consecutive Losses."

Yan took a deep breath and said, "It's only a hundred consecutive losses. It's nothing at all!"

Xie Yue praised, "That's the spirit! Then strive to complete Thousand Consecutive Losses!"

Yan's face instantly darkened.

Ji Wushuang descended from the sky, transferred some Soul Power to Yan, and pulled him to his feet.

"If I could fly, I definitely wouldn't have lost so miserably!" Yan argued.

Unable to hold back her laughter, Hu Liena smiled. "Why not say you would have won?"

"Do you take me for an idiot?" Yan said.

Ji Wushuang said, "Let me tell you something. I won't be living at the academy anymore. Teacher arranged a new place for me."

Hu Liena asked excitedly, "Brother Wushuang, where are you living now? Can we come visit?"

"I'm not telling you that. It's a secret."

"A secret?" Hu Liena was immediately disappointed.

"You're even hiding that? Don't tell me you're living with Your Excellency the Pope?" Yan curled his lips disdainfully.

Ji Wushuang's eye twitched slightly.

Hu Liena keenly noticed it. Her eyes widened in shock, her face full of disbelief. "Brother Wushuang, are you really living with Your Excellency the Pope?"

Yan said disdainfully, "Nana, what nonsense are you guessing? Even if Wushuang is Your Excellency the Pope's disciple, how could he possibly live with Your Excellency the Pope?"

"Your Excellency the Pope is so noble that very few people have ever even seen her. How could someone like her possibly live with Wushuang?"

After thinking it over carefully, Hu Liena nodded in agreement. "You do have a point. Though Brother Wushuang is very outstanding—and very handsome."

Watching the three of them speculate back and forth, every word elevating Bibi Dong while putting him down, Ji Wushuang was left speechless.

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, Ji Wushuang no longer brought up the matter of going out to train in front of Bibi Dong.

Everything from before seemed to have passed.

That evening.

As usual, Ji Wushuang went to Bibi Dong's courtyard to receive her instruction.

Clang!

The two swords collided. Their ringing was like thunder, while Sword Qi surged and roiled, stirring wave after wave.

Ji Wushuang leaped into the air and retreated several steps. The sword in his hand trembled without end, making even his arm shake.

Opposite him.

Bibi Dong remained calm and composed, her sword held behind her back. She wore a fitted purple outfit, her long purple hair tied high, looking spirited and radiant.

"Wushuang, your sword is too sharp."

"They say the strongest defense is offense. It sounds domineering, but the truth is that once someone blocks your sword technique, your flaw will appear, and danger will follow."

Bibi Dong sheathed her sword and smiled proudly.

Ji Wushuang really wanted to say, If you have the ability, stop suppressing me with your cultivation, but he knew perfectly well that saying it would be useless.

"Teacher, it is getting late. This disciple will take his leave first. Please rest early as well."

As she watched Ji Wushuang grow ever more handsome and distinguished, Bibi Dong felt satisfied. "Rest well and recover to your peak condition. Tomorrow is Ye Lingyuan's Enfeoffment Ceremony. As my disciple, it is time for you to make an appearance before Spirit Hall's upper ranks."

"Spirit Hall's higher-ups all know that I have a disciple now, but few have actually seen you. They are all very curious about you."

Bibi Dong flashed forward and appeared before Ji Wushuang. Looking at him, only half a head shorter than herself, she raised a hand to straighten his clothes.

"This disciple will absolutely not disappoint Teacher!" Ji Wushuang said righteously.

A strange gleam flickered through Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. She patted Ji Wushuang's shoulder lightly and said, "Don't run around outside so much."

"Then this disciple will return first." Ji Wushuang inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling Bibi Dong's gaze on his back like needles, he hastened his steps as though fleeing disaster.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Only after tightly shutting all the doors and windows did Ji Wushuang return to his bedroom.

"Enfeoffment Ceremony..."

The next day at noon.

Douluo Hall.

This was not only where the bodies of Titled Douluo were buried, but also where Spirit Hall's seven great enshrined lived in seclusion. It was the site of the Angel inheritance and where newly advanced Titled Douluo underwent their coronation ceremonies.

It was smaller than the Pope's Palace, yet equally grand and majestic. There were no extravagant decorations, but it gave off an ancient, solemn, lofty feeling.

Other than the entrance side, each of the three tall walls enshrined rows of human-shaped statues of brilliant gold. Every statue bore the title of a Titled Douluo.

Inside Douluo Hall.

Led by Qian Daoliu, the seven enshrined stood before an Angel Statue ten meters tall and entirely golden.

Three pairs of wings spread behind the Angel Statue, while it held an enormous Golden Sword aloft, pointing directly at the heavens. A faint halo shimmered around the Golden Sword. Though it was clearly only a statue, its eyes seemed alive as they stared straight ahead.

At that moment, the doors of Douluo Hall opened.

Ye Lingyuan strode forward on her long, jade-like legs and stopped three meters away from Qian Daoliu.

"Ye Lingyuan greets the Great Enshrined!"

"Congratulations on joining the ranks of Titled Douluo! From this day onward, you are—Spirit Kite Douluo!" A red robe symbolizing a Spirit Hall elder suddenly appeared in Qian Daoliu's hand. It was the same style as those they wore; every Titled Douluo possessed one.

Ye Lingyuan accepted the red robe with both hands and draped it over herself, a smile appearing on her pretty face.

Whoosh— A streak of sword light shot from Qian Daoliu's fingertip as he slashed at a blank space on the wall to one side. In an instant, a Miniature Statue of Ye Lingyuan appeared on the wall, with the words "Spirit Kite Douluo" engraved upon it.

Inside the Pope's Palace.

Nearly all the Soul Douluo and Soul Saints in Spirit City had gathered here.

Bibi Dong sat upon the Pope's throne. Her breathtakingly beautiful face was extremely solemn, and the lofty aura she radiated made others afraid to meet her eyes.

Yet everyone present was looking curiously at Ji Wushuang beside Bibi Dong, studying him closely.

Among them were the four Titled Douluo: Yue Guan, Ghostly Charm, Demon Bear, and Ghost Leopard. All four wore the same style of red robe.

Ghostly Charm and Yue Guan were quite familiar with Ji Wushuang.

Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo, on the other hand, had rarely interacted with him.

Ji Wushuang wore white robes adorned with golden patterns, with the sheathed Heavenly Slash Sword hanging at his waist. Already imposing and exceptionally handsome, he now appeared especially noble.

Bibi Dong took in everyone's reactions, and an imperceptible smile surfaced in her eyes.

At that moment.

Spirit Kite Douluo—Ye Lingyuan—entered the Pope's Palace. Her crisp footsteps were like a stone cast into a thousand ripples, drawing everyone's attention.

Ye Lingyuan quickly approached Bibi Dong and bowed. "Greetings, Your Excellency the Pope!"

Bibi Dong raised her left hand.

Seeing this, Ji Wushuang supported Bibi Dong as she descended the steps.

Knock! Knock! Knock! With every step Bibi Dong took, the Scepter in her hand rang crisply.

When she arrived before Ye Lingyuan, Bibi Dong waved her Scepter, and a ray of light drifted from it toward Ye Lingyuan.

On closer inspection, it was a token.

Ji Wushuang possessed an identical token—the Pope's Token!

The red robe symbolizing a Titled Douluo was not enough. One also had to possess this Pope's Token, which represented the status of an elder.

"From this day forth, you are a member of the Elder Hall!"

Ye Lingyuan extended both hands and respectfully received the Pope's Token.

"I know you are all very curious about who he is."

"Wushuang is my only disciple."

"Wushuang, everyone present today is among the upper ranks of Spirit Hall. Greet them."

Bibi Dong said calmly.

"This junior, Ji Wushuang, greets all of you seniors."

Ji Wushuang bowed slightly.

Bibi Dong was secretly speechless.

Why was he being so low-key at a time like this?

At least show them your Spirit Rings!

Hearing this, everyone smiled and returned the greeting.