Counterattack Armor Critical Strike, Martial Soul Mysterious Tortoise

Considering that, he had delayed activating it until now.

This system really was awesome. He just didn't know whether it could break free if he were controlled by other skills in the future.

"It seems your Martial Soul played a role too."

Bibi Dong's voice rang out as she stared meaningfully at the Great Mysterious Tortoise before her.

What kind of Martial Soul is this Mysterious Tortoise?

During her spare time, she had specifically searched through the records, but no such Martial Soul had ever existed from ancient times to the present.

She then came to a decision. Forget it. As long as it doesn't harm Xiao Wei, that's enough. His Martial Soul is unprecedented, so that explanation makes more sense.

With a thought, Huang Wei withdrew the Mysterious Tortoise Martial Soul.

Looking at the three of them, he said, "Go hunt for your Fourth Soul Rings. I'll go cultivate first."

"Alright."

The three nodded.

Then they looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong said, "Let's go. Xiao Wei, head back by yourself."

Huang Wei nodded. "Mm."

Bibi Dong turned around, and Hu Liena and the other two hurriedly followed.

Huang Wei also quickly left and headed toward his villa.

He had previously absorbed two ultimate Immortal Herbs, so he temporarily could not absorb any more.

Otherwise, he really would have wanted another one to raise his Soul Power by several levels.

The thought made him extremely excited.

But reality promptly poured cold water over him.

After returning to the villa, he did not hesitate and dove straight into his large lake to cultivate.

Time passed quickly.

Another month went by.

A month earlier, after Hu Liena and the other two obtained their Fourth Soul Rings, they returned to their residences and entered seclusion, completely refining and absorbing all the remaining medicinal effects of the Immortal Herbs.

They could feel that once they refined them, their Soul Power might rise again in a short time.

Over this month, Huang Wei continued living as usual.

His cultivation also rose from Level 33 to Level 35.

That day, after breakfast, he went alone to the Papal Palace.

"Xiao Wei, what brings you to see your teacher?"

When Bibi Dong saw that it was Huang Wei entering, the coolness on her face immediately turned gentle.

"Holy Son," Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo greeted him.

"Greetings, Elders."

Huang Wei returned the greeting, then looked at Bibi Dong and said, "Teacher, I want to leave Spirit City and have some fun."

These days, he had been quite relaxed and had already explored all of Spirit City.

He recalled his previous plan concerning Tang San, and the thought came to him.

The sooner this matter was done, the better. It had been delayed because of his cultivation.

But Tang San could not be killed yet.

After all, if Tang San died, Tang Hao would definitely lose control and go berserk. The power unleashed when the Great Sumeru Hammer detonated all nine rings would be utterly terrifying.

Bibi Dong would not be able to withstand it.

He himself would surely die too.

For now, he could at least disgust Tang San and prevent him from progressing normally.

He would start with Xiao Wu and capture her first.

He would drag things out until his defense could withstand Qian Daoliu's full-force strike.

Bibi Dong was actually rather surprised by Huang Wei's request.

She asked, "Didn't you say you didn't want to leave Spirit City? Why are you suddenly interested in the outside world?"

Huang Wei blinked and put on an obedient expression. "I want to return to the village and visit my grandfather. I also want to broaden my horizons before coming back. I've already seen all there is to see in Spirit City."

"When do you plan to leave?" Bibi Dong asked.

Huang Wei said, "Now. The sooner, the better. Your disciple can't wait."

Seeing how excited he was, Bibi Dong could not help rolling her eyes. "Wait a moment. I'll have someone prepare a carriage for you. You should have told your teacher yesterday."

Huang Wei said, "This disciple forgot because of cultivation."

"Did you really forget because you were cultivating, or because you were having fun?" Bibi Dong asked with an amused smile.

Huang Wei immediately felt guilty. He gave an awkward smile, scratched his head, and said, "Since Teacher already knows, then don't expose your disciple..."

Bibi Dong snorted softly, crossed her legs, then raised a hand. "Your teacher is busy with official duties and will not return with you. Your news came too suddenly, and I have not prepared any greeting gifts. This is a gift from your teacher for your grandfather and your village. Since you are your teacher's disciple, your grandfather and village may share in your good fortune as well."

A flash of light appeared in her hand. A red pouch slowly floated down and stopped before Huang Wei.

"Then I'll thank Teacher on behalf of my grandfather and the villagers!"

Huang Wei immediately took it, placed it into his Soul Tool, and thanked her.

"Go on, you little rascal." Bibi Dong waved her hand.

Huang Wei left with a grin.

"The Holy Son's safety is important when he travels."

After he left, Bibi Dong's cold expression returned. Looking at Gui Mei, she said, "Elder Gui, your Martial Soul is special and can merge into another person's shadow. Go protect the Holy Son in secret."

"Yes, Your Eminence the Pope!" Gui Mei immediately clasped his hands and bowed, then turned into a black shadow and vanished from the Papal Palace.

Huang Wei waited at the entrance of Spirit Hall for several minutes before a carriage arrived in front of him.

The Coachman was the familiar hall master from before. He said with utmost respect, "Holy Son, please get in."

"Mm!"

Huang Wei nodded lightly and boarded the carriage.

"First stop, Huang Family Village," Huang Wei instructed.

"Yes!" The Coachman nodded, and the carriage quickly set off.

Back Home, Su Yuntao's Enthusiasm

The Coachman, the master of Horse Hall, had long since memorized every safe path and main road in the surrounding area.

There happened to be a nearby side road leading directly to Huang Family Village.

He drove the carriage at full speed.

The Wind Chasing Horse was incredibly fast as well. With his driving skills, Huang Wei, seated inside the carriage, did not feel uncomfortable at all.

Instead, the jolting sensation felt rather like dancing at a nightclub.

It was quite enjoyable.

At this speed, they would arrive at Huang Family Village in about half an hour.

The carriage bearing the symbol of Spirit Hall stopped at the entrance of the village.

It was immediately noticed by the villagers passing in and out nearby.

"That's actually a Spirit Hall carriage! My heavens, who could have come?"

"Why would someone from Spirit Hall come to our tiny Huang Family Village?"

"Wait! Could it be that person from before?"

"The first Soul Master to leave Huang Family Village?"

"No, I think it must be the Village Chief's Xiao Wei returning."

At that moment, the villagers began discussing it among themselves.

Only then did Huang Wei realize this would happen, and it immediately gave him a headache.

"Holy Son, we've arrived," the Coachman's voice sounded.

Huang Wei nodded. "Don't tell anyone else my identity."

"Yes, Holy Son." The Coachman nodded respectfully.

Huang Wei said, "Find somewhere to park. I'll stay for a few days before going to the next place."

"Yes, Holy Son. Where is the next place?" The Coachman nodded and asked.

Huang Wei said, "Nuoding City."

The Coachman paused. He did not ask what Huang Wei was going there for, merely nodded. "Yes!"

Huang Wei changed into a more ordinary set of Spirit Hall clothes and got out of the carriage.

He was not the sort to show off before villagers.

The people he liked to show off before were Soul Masters and outsiders.

The villagers were ordinary people. Even if he showed off, at most it would only earn their worship and excited cheers. He did not need any of that.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Huang Wei stepped down from the carriage.

"It really is Xiao Wei!"

"The little fellow from the Village Chief's family!"

"With this treatment, it looks like that boy is doing extremely well in Spirit Hall!"

While shocked, the villagers continued talking among themselves, filled with envy.

If only they could become Soul Masters too. Even joining Spirit Hall as someone of low status would have been good enough; they would still have lived decent lives.

Unfortunately, they did not have that fate.

As they spoke, they could only sigh.

Once Huang Wei got out, the Coachman drove the carriage away quickly.

Amid the villagers' warm welcome, Huang Wei entered the village.

Huang Wei was not aloof. Instead, he greeted everyone warmly and down-to-earth, not missing a single person he should address.

"Uncles, aunties, elder uncles, elder aunts..."

"These are gifts of condolence that Your Eminence the Pope asked me to bring you."

He then took out the pouch Bibi Dong had given him, opened it, and distributed its contents to the villagers.

There were all sorts of practical items inside: rice, grain, vegetables, fruit, coarse grains—every kind of food one could need.

He handed them out one after another.

Although Huang Family Village was one of the wealthier villages in the area, no one would ever complain about having too much food.

They all accepted happily.

"Thank you, Xiao Wei, and thank Your Eminence the Pope!"

No one else thought anything was strange. After receiving the food, they were all overjoyed.

Huang Wei asked, "By the way, where is my grandfather?"