I Disagree

The morning passed in the blink of an eye. Before it seemed like any time had passed at all, the clock hand had already pointed to two in the afternoon.

Sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, shone upon every corner of Spirit Hall, and draped the ancient structure in a layer of golden radiance.

This day was destined to be recorded in Spirit Hall's history, because the youngest and most powerful Holy Son in all of Spirit Hall's history was about to emerge...

A gentle breeze stirred, slowly scattering the fallen leaves across the ground. A soft rustling arose as fresh air rushed toward them, carrying the faint scent of flowers and earth. Spirit Hall's courtyard was tranquil and peaceful.

With a creak, the door slowly opened, and Huo Yuhao stepped out, his feet crunching over the fallen leaves.

To be honest, it had already been his sixth year since coming to Spirit Hall. Over those six years, Huo Yuhao's feelings for Spirit Hall had grown deeper and deeper.

He had originally thought that being reborn and making up for the regrets of his Previous Life would be enough. Yet in this life, there were so many more people he needed to protect.

"Yuhao, are you ready?" A pleasant female voice interrupted Huo Yuhao's thoughts, and then his hand was gently taken.

Huo Yuhao turned his head and saw an incomparably alluring face. It was Bibi Dong.

The person who had come was Bibi Dong. Today, she wore a noble Pope's robe, a crown upon her head, and held a scepter that symbolized authority in her hand. Nobility, seduction, and wisdom—these three distinct temperaments intertwined, elevating Bibi Dong's charm to an unprecedented height.

"Teacher, you look truly beautiful today. I was almost stunned for a moment," Huo Yuhao said with a teasing smile.

"What? Are you saying Teacher isn't beautiful normally?" Bibi Dong smiled faintly, a trace of playfulness flickering in her eyes.

Bibi Dong secretly pondered, This little fellow is becoming more and more presumptuous. He actually dared to tease Teacher today. If this continues, who knows what he'll be like in the future? It seems I need to find an opportunity to properly teach Huo Yuhao a lesson and let him understand the importance of respecting his teacher. Perhaps tonight?

A faint blush spread across Bibi Dong's face, and her grip on Huo Yuhao's hand tightened involuntarily.

"Cough, cough, Teacher, let's go. The Holy Son Conferment Ceremony is about to begin," Huo Yuhao said, quickly changing the subject when he sensed Bibi Dong's gaze.

"Alright, Teacher isn't even in a hurry, so what are you rushing for? This ceremony was prepared for you. It won't begin until you arrive." Bibi Dong rubbed Huo Yuhao's head, her tone carrying an unquestionable dominance.

The two continued onward. After walking a little over a hundred meters, Huo Yuhao spotted a luxurious carriage waiting for them in the distance.

The carriage was lavishly decorated. The horse drawing it was called a Sacred Heavenly Steed and radiated an ultimate light attribute. It was already thirty thousand years old and had always served as the Pope's exclusive mount during major events.

Looking at the luxurious carriage before him, Huo Yuhao smiled. "There's even a private carriage to pick us up? That's pretty extravagant."

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Huo Yuhao, displeasure coloring her tone. "Do you even know what day it is? Today is the Holy Son Conferment Ceremony. How could we possibly let you walk there? If word got out, people would think Spirit Hall couldn't afford a carriage."

Huo Yuhao smiled without refuting her. He merely followed Bibi Dong's steps in silence and boarded the magnificently decorated carriage.

The carriage's interior was even more astonishing, every detail displaying Spirit Hall's luxury and prestige.

The carriage cushions were all made from the finest velvet, soft and comfortable to the touch, making one feel as if one were sitting atop clouds. The carriage itself was crafted from precious Ten Thousand Year Golden Silk Ancient Banyan Wood. Not only was this wood impervious to fire and water, it also emitted a unique fragrance. It was said to soothe the mind and aid sleep, allowing passengers to rest fully even while traveling.

About ten minutes later, the carriage slowly entered the Papal Palace Grand Plaza. The Papal Palace Grand Plaza was the heart of all Spirit Hall, a sacred place where major ceremonies and celebrations were held.

On either side of the Papal Palace stood two enormous golden Six-winged Angel Statues.

At this moment, the entire plaza was already buzzing with activity. Huo Yuhao used his Spirit Eyes to observe the scene and found that there were roughly fifteen thousand seven hundred and eighty-six people in the plaza. Most were students from Spirit Hall Academy, while the rest were other members of Spirit Hall.

With a single glance, Huo Yuhao spotted many familiar faces. Xie Yue and Yan stood at the very front of the crowd, along with that short-haired girl who had held up a banner in support of him, as well as his entire fan club gathered in the center of the plaza.

As the carriage carrying Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong slowly passed by, the crowd in the plaza immediately erupted.

"Look! It's Lord Pope! And Huo Yuhao is beside her!"

A tall man spotted Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong in the carriage at once. He immediately spread his arms and jumped excitedly.

"My heavens, is Huo Yuhao really this young? I happened to have something to do last week and missed that match. Can someone tell me whether this is actually true?"

Another sharp-eyed man also noticed Huo Yuhao's age. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Seeing the enthusiastic Spirit Hall members around him, Huo Yuhao rose to his feet alongside Bibi Dong, extended his right hand, and continuously waved to the crowd.

After seeing Bibi Dong and Huo Yuhao's actions, the crowd grew even more excited. They raised their hands and waved them wildly, their bodies bouncing up and down.

Only after the carriage carrying Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong had traveled all the way up to the highest platform did everyone finally quiet down.

At this moment, the seats on the platform were already filled.

Huo Yuhao swept his gaze over them and immediately saw Qian Daoliu seated at the very center of the platform. Behind Qian Daoliu and Chrysanthemum Douluo stood Gu Yuena and Hu Liena respectively.

Seated beside Qian Daoliu were Spirit Hall's major Venerables and Elders. Aside from Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qing Luan Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the other Elders and Venerables Huo Yuhao had met before, Thousand Jun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo, who had been in seclusion, had also appeared.

With Huo Yuhao's arrival, the Holy Son Conferment Ceremony officially began. The entire process was somewhat tedious and boring.

First came Grand Venerable Qian Daoliu's half-hour speech, followed by a speech from Pope Bibi Dong.

Only after a full hour had passed did they finally get to the main point.

"Following unanimous deliberation by the Venerables of the Worship Hall and the Elders of the Papal Palace, Huo Yuhao shall be conferred the title of Martial Soul Hall Holy Son today!"

However, the moment Bibi Dong finished speaking, a pleasant voice rang out from the sky. "I disagree with conferring Huo Yuhao as the Holy Son!"