Martial Soul Mysterious Tortoise, Counterattack Armor Critical Strike

Then she asked again.

Spirit Hall's Holy Son? Undercurrents Stirring

Huang Wei nodded and said slowly, "I found something."

The two of them walked toward the table ahead.

After sitting down, he continued, "When I deliberately used Soul Power to cultivate the roots of the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, combined with the peculiar Life Energy in the space, they really can continue growing. However, it will take a very long time."

"But this is related to the strength of my Soul Power. If my Soul Power level rises, the cultivation process can be greatly shortened."

"Still, if we can move that pool of water into the space, then with the properties of the Mysterious Tortoise space, it will definitely grow faster than outside."

Huang Wei had just tested all of this in the Bathroom.

He definitely had not been doing those sorts of things just now.

Bibi Dong quietly listened to Huang Wei's explanation, pondering something in her mind.

When she looked at Huang Wei again, she felt that this Little Fellow was not like a child his age at all. He gave off the feeling of a very mature adult.

Could this be the legendary Little Adult?

A gentle curve appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's lips as she asked, "The pool—was it the one you jumped into before? The one with Red and Blue?"

Huang Wei nodded. "Yes."

Bibi Dong suddenly said, "For now, do not tell anyone about your Immortal Herbs apart from Nana and the other two."

Huang Wei paused slightly before nodding. He understood Bibi Dong's little concern as well.

"Alright, let's go to the Worship Hall."

Bibi Dong stood up. Huang Wei took her jade-like hand and happily followed her out.

The Worship Hall—still the familiar corridor, the familiar hall, and the familiar people.

It was very quiet here. At this moment, it was completely filled with the rhythmic clacking of Bibi Dong's High Heels.

"Your Eminence the Pope."

When the Elders saw Bibi Dong enter, they greeted her indifferently.

But in the next moment, they were all stunned.

Bibi Dong seemed to have become dewy and smooth. Was that just their imagination?

Why had she suddenly become so beautiful?

Moreover, a faint fragrance wafted from her body.

However, they were Elders, so naturally they could not reveal such expressions. They quickly composed themselves and carefully examined Bibi Dong.

Then they noticed the familiar little brat whose hand Bibi Dong was holding.

Their eyes narrowed slightly before their pupils contracted. One of them cried out in shock, "A Level 33 Soul Elder?!"

"He's only six years old, isn't he?!"

Even though Golden Crocodile Douluo had already prepared himself once before, he still sucked in a breath of cold air.

This talent had already surpassed Qian Renxue, who possessed innate Level 20 Soul Power.

At the very least, she had not reached the level of a Soul Elder at the age of six.

This was somewhat terrifying.

Seeing the shocked, provincial expressions on their faces, the curve of Bibi Dong's lips grew even more smug. She gave a soft snort and said indifferently, "This Pope has come to see the Great Worship."

At that moment, a golden figure walked out from the inner hall.

Divine Charm radiated from his body, giving off an extremely powerful Sense of Oppression.

"Great Worship!"

The other Elders all dropped to one knee and addressed him respectfully.

Bibi Dong tightly gripped her jeweled Scepter and narrowed her eyes. She refused to kneel halfway, while also sending out a strand of Soul Power to shield Huang Wei.

Qian Daoliu did not say anything about it.

The pressure around him quickly vanished.

When he looked at Huang Wei, his face, which seemed not to have shown emotion for hundreds of years, was moved once again.

This was already the second time. It could not be helped—Huang Wei's terrifying talent had truly shocked him.

"Six years old, a Level 33 Soul Elder. Very good."

Qian Daoliu looked at Huang Wei with great satisfaction.

"Grandpa Qian!" Huang Wei called out.

"Mm." Qian Daoliu smiled gently and nodded, then turned to the Elders and spoke slowly. "Huang Wei possesses outstanding talent. Without a god-level inherited Martial Soul, he has reached Level 33 Soul Elder at the age of six. I hereby declare that Spirit Hall shall establish the position of Holy Son, equal in standing to the Holy Maiden. Huang Wei shall be Spirit Hall's Holy Son!"

"Yes!"

Everyone's pupils shrank slightly. For some reason, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads as they hurriedly nodded in agreement.

No one dared voice any objections.

"Go and spread this matter at once," Qian Daoliu added.

"We understand!" The Elders all cupped their fists.

And so, after receiving the order, these Elders immediately got to work.

They spread the news throughout all of Spirit Hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at Huang Wei and said, "The Enfeoffment Ceremony will be held at Spirit Hall's main square three days from now."

"Yes, Grandpa Qian!"

Huang Wei nodded.

That night, Qian Renxue, who was disguised far away in the Heaven Dou Empire, also received the news.

"Grandfather actually made that guy Spirit Hall's Holy Son. His talent must truly be extraordinary. Should I use the excuse of watching the ceremony to go take a look?"

Qian Renxue's red lips moved slightly. She grew increasingly curious about Huang Wei.

Thus, she began making plans.

Three days passed quickly.

Over those three days, all of Spirit Hall was thoroughly shaken.

No one had expected the Great Worship to personally declare Bibi Dong's Personal Disciple the Holy Son.

Once this news spread, countless members of Spirit Hall began discussing it endlessly.

Some people even arrived in Spirit City on the second day, just to witness the ceremony for the newly appointed Holy Son.

At the same time, some among Spirit Hall's younger generation were deeply dissatisfied.

Especially the grandsons of the Elders.

They intended to challenge this Holy Son. In Spirit Hall, strength was supreme.

Some Elders had also wanted their own grandsons to become the Holy Son. They had harbored such thoughts before, but now someone had appeared out of nowhere to disrupt everything.

Although the Great Worship, Qian Daoliu, was keeping them in check, they remained unconvinced.

So they went along with the situation and gathered to seek out the Great Worship, requesting that on the day of the ceremony, a Holy Son Tournament be held for Spirit Hall's younger generation.

The age limit would be set at under twenty-five.

Though it was rather shameless, there was no helping it.

This way, everyone else could see what the Holy Son was capable of.

At the same time, it would satisfy their wishes.

It was nothing more than killing with a borrowed knife.

How could Qian Daoliu not understand that?

Yet he still agreed. This process was bound to happen sooner or later.

It made no difference whether it came early or late.

Besides, although Huang Wei was only a Level 33 Soul Elder, his defense was terrifying. Those grandsons would not be able to break through Huang Wei's defenses at all.

When Huang Wei received this last-minute notice, his expression remained utterly calm. He had expected all of this.

After all, this was a position that made people jealous.

Members of certain Sects and other forces also planned to sneak over on that day to see just who this Holy Son was.

"Hmph, why should he become the Holy Son? Our talents are not inferior at all!"

"I reached Level 45 Soul Ancestor at nineteen!"

"Why am I not the Holy Son?!"

"The Great Worship is too biased!"

"Just because he's Your Eminence the Pope's Personal Disciple?!"

Within Spirit Hall, a Youth who was the grandson of an Elder from the Elder Hall was filled with fury and resentment. He hated Qian Daoliu for being unfair, and he hated Huang Wei for taking the position of Holy Son from him.

The Youth narrowed his eyes as a cold glint flashed through them. "Very good. There's a tournament this time. Heh heh, I'll definitely make you lose all face before that huge crowd. Then I'll naturally inherit the position of Holy Son. Heh heh, hahaha!!!"

He was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goal.

He would never spare anyone who stole what belonged to him.

Was he afraid of the Great Worship? Naturally, he was. But this was an open and fair tournament. If the other party lost, could the Great Worship really go back on his word in front of so many people?

So there was a major element of gambling in this for him.

After all, he loved gambling in his daily life as well.

But what he did not know was that this time, he would gamble away his own life.

This Holy Seat Can Be Contested

On this day, with the help of the maids, Huang Wei put on the attire of the Holy Son.

He followed Bibi Dong toward the main square within Spirit Hall.

The place was already packed with people, their voices rising in a deafening roar.

"They're here."

Below, Hu Liena and the other two had returned just in time to watch this Enfeoffment Ceremony.

When they learned from the news that Huang Wei had become a Level 33 Soul Elder at the age of six, they had been startled as well.

Wasn't his cultivation speed too fast?

"Your Eminence the Pope!"

Nearly everyone in Spirit City dropped to one knee.

Standing beside Bibi Dong were Yue Guan and Gui Mei, the two Douluo.

The other Elders arrived one after another afterward.

As for Qian Daoliu, he did not appear, remaining behind the scenes.

It was enough to leave everything to Bibi Dong.

The other Elders would oversee the proceedings as well.

According to the prior arrangements, an Enfeoffment Ceremony would be held shortly.

Bibi Dong descended onto the Supreme Throne, holding her Scepter as her entire body radiated a crystalline, noble brilliance. At her side, she held the hand of a young Youth. He was the main figure of this occasion—Huang Wei, the Holy Son.