School

Three days later, Bibi Han had worked tirelessly to create more than ten kinds of Instant Noodles and over twenty kinds of Milk Tea for his Mother.

The moment these foods from Spirit Hall hit the market, they became popular across the entire continent, bringing in money hand over fist. Those idiotic nobles clearly knew there was not much difference between the two versions of Milk Tea and Instant Noodles, yet not a single one of them bought the normally packaged ones.

Mm, understood. Rich people were extravagant and cared about appearances.

Some Soul Masters were miserable because they could no longer receive Soul Master subsidies. Take Yu Xiaogang of Nuoding Academy, for example. Today, he had happily headed to the Martial Soul Branch Hall to collect his Soul Master subsidy, only to be told that he had exceeded the age limit and was no longer eligible.

And then there was our Goulan Chicken, who said miserably, "Without these Gold Soul Coins, how am I supposed to go to the brothel in the future?!"

Damn, you were going to brothels at your age?

Countless lazy Spirit Hall employees packed up and left, while diligent workers like Brother Tao got promoted.

Countless Soul Masters throughout the Soul Master World immediately cursed Spirit Hall, but so what? The employees who remained constantly praised Spirit Hall, saying they had to work seriously to get raises. The Common People who could not sell their vegetables, along with the owners of hotels and restaurants that were frequently damaged, also kept praising Spirit Hall.

Most importantly, Spirit Hall's foundations remained unshakable. In fact, it was slowly growing stronger.

"Mother, the problem should be resolved now, right?" Bibi Han asked as he looked at his somewhat relaxed and leisurely Mother.

"Mm, it's resolved. I can rest for a while too."

"Then where's my gift? I made such a huge contribution, so I should get a very generous gift, right?"

"That's right." Mother took out two sheets of paper.

"This is your gift."

Bibi Han took the two sheets of paper and froze. Written on them were "Martial Soul Academy Admission Notice," while the other contained his personal information.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Bibi Han asked with a mournful expression, "Mother, you got this wrong, didn't you? I still have to go to school? And this counts as a gift?"

"There's no mistake, Han'er. Your own strength is certainly important, but the help of teammates is indispensable. Going to school can also give you a good childhood."

The more Bibi Han thought about Mother's earlier words, the more he felt she was brushing him off. Clear Sky, Angel, Sea God, Sword—weren't all those with Domains built for one-on-one fights? Mother herself seemed to be the same.

"Mother, you know my Clear Sky Divine Hammer comes with the Lightning Domain, right? Can that Domain be used in a group battle?"

Within the Lightning Domain, all opponents' reaction abilities would decrease by 10%, while the user's physical vitality would increase by 10% in every aspect. It could even grow stronger in the future. This Domain was destined to make Bibi Han a solo fighter.

"Just think of it as getting to see your future subordinates."

"Then when am I leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning." After replying, Mother went to see Na'er.

Damn it, Mother's attitude toward me changed way too much. She forgot her son after getting a disciple? What the hell? My gift!

The next day, Bibi Han was taken away directly by Elder Ju. Before leaving, however, he still said goodbye to Mother and Master. He had originally wanted to give Na'er's little cheeks a good pinch, but when Na'er said with a reluctant expression, "Big Brother, Na'er doesn't want you to leave," he changed it to rubbing her head instead.

On the road.

"Grandpa Ju, which class am I joining?"

"You'll be joining the Golden Class," Ju Douluo replied.

"The Golden Class?"

Ju Douluo explained, "It's the class where Spirit Hall trains the Golden Generation. The most outstanding graduates there may become Spirit Hall's Saint Son or Saintess."

"Oh~." A Spirit Hall Saint Son, huh.

Bibi Han rubbed his chin and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Three years. Three years of training."

"What! Something so trivial takes three years? Grandpa Ju, let me go back!" Bibi Han struggled in Ju Douluo's grasp.

"What are you worried about? Would Your Majesty the Pope make you do something so meaningless? You're joining the final class. That class will graduate in half a year."

"Half a year? That's still within an acceptable range." Upon hearing that, Bibi Han stopped struggling.

They arrived at a massive mountain range outside Spirit Hall. At the foot of the mountains stood a grand and imposing mountain gate, with the words Spirit Hall Academy written above it in vigorous, powerful strokes.

Bibi Han observed it with the Eye of Truth and discovered that the scene inside the mountains could not be seen from the sky at all. It was probably concealed by some kind of formation.

At the academy entrance stood a Middle-aged Man. Combined with his purple robes, he carried an aura of imposing authority without needing to show anger.

When the two landed, the man before them bowed respectfully. "Elder Ju."

"Carls, I'm leaving Little Han to you."

Carls looked at Bibi Han with doubt in his eyes. "Can this little fellow even be nine years old?"

Damn, do you have no eye for talent? I'm already 1.5 meters tall, okay?

It was not that Carls had poor judgment. The minimum age to enter Spirit Hall's Golden Class was nine, and which of the nine-year-old students there had not reached Soul Grandmaster? In the developmentally abnormal Douluo Continent, even the shortest member of the Golden Class was at least 1.6 meters tall.

"Little Han, give your admission notice and information to the Dean."

So this was the Dean. I had to build a good relationship with him. Then if I broke academy rules, wouldn't he just turn a blind eye?

"Hello, Dean. This is my file." Bibi Han remained quite polite.

Name: Bibi Han

Soul Power: Level 35

Martial Soul: ???

Soul Rings: ???

Age: Seven and a half

Seven and a half years old, Level 35. This had to be fake.

Ju Douluo said, "There's no problem with this file. Take Little Han to the Golden Class."

Hearing this, Carls understood why the Martial Soul section was marked with question marks. He could only say that the other party's Martial Soul was exceptionally powerful.

"Alright, Little Han, come in with me."

"Okay. Goodbye, Grandpa Ju."

Ju Douluo found Bibi Han's innocent act extremely strange.

Seeing Bibi Han like this, the Dean let out a breath of relief. He was not usually like this. Even if the son of a Title Douluo elder came here, he would dare to beat him. But this genius today was simply too monstrously gifted, and there was no need to think about it—this name absolutely had an enormous connection to Your Majesty the Pope.

No one in Spirit Hall failed to fear the majesty of Your Majesty the Pope.

"Little Han, let me explain a few things to you."

"As a student, the most important things are obeying the rules and laws, respecting your teachers and elders..."

Once inside the academy, Bibi Han could not be bothered to keep pretending. He truly did not want to listen to the Dean's endless nagging.

He raised a hand. "Don't worry, Dean. I'll follow the part about respecting teachers and elders, but the rest is optional. Those theory classes are simply a waste of time to me. But don't worry, I definitely won't go around causing trouble. There are some classes I won't attend either, but my grades definitely won't fall behind. That's it. Take me to the class."

The Dean opened his mouth but did not know what to say. He decided that he should report Bibi Han's daily activities to Your Majesty the Pope. He knew his own limits well enough. He truly could not teach a genius like this.

The Golden Class was located at the mountaintop.