The Final Grand Competition

Twenty days later, the final grand competition finally began. This time, all the academy's students were gathered together and thrown into the back mountain of Martial Soul Academy. There were many Recording Stones and Crystal Balls in the forest, allowing the teachers of Spirit Hall's Soul Master Academy to broadcast the event live.

Every student had a badge. They could cooperate or act alone inside, and rankings would be determined by the number of Medals they seized. Anyone who lost their badge and failed to take another within half an hour would be eliminated.

As for whether this was somewhat unfair—students in the earlier classes were stronger than those in the later classes, so it was indeed a little unfair. However, the later classes had higher age limits. The Golden Class had an age limit of fourteen, while the Ordinary Class allowed students up to twenty-five. If talent wasn't enough, age had to make up for it.

It was a bit like a battle royale. He might get ganged up on, but there was nothing to worry about. In the forest, the Blue Silver Domain would be greatly enhanced—perhaps even stronger than Qian Renxue's Angel Domain. A Soul King? Bibi Han would use the Blue Silver God to defeat one for them to see.

Bibi Han already understood the effects of the Blue Silver Domain. First, Blue Silver Grass detection: at the Soul Elder level, nothing within three hundred meters—not even the rustle of grass in the wind—could escape his eyes. However, because Bibi Han had undergone Cross-Rank Soul Ring Absorption, that range had reached five hundred meters. Second, all Blue Silver Grass and Blue Silver Grass Seeds within the domain obeyed his command. Third, the combat power of all plants within the domain increased by thirty percent, while his Blue Silver God gained enhanced toughness and healing ability. Fourth, it dispelled fifty percent of negative effects.

He did not know whether it possessed any abilities he had yet to discover.

That afternoon, all the students gathered on the training ground. Before them stood the Dean and several teachers, with three chairs placed in front of them.

Three chairs—could it be...

"His Majesty the Pope has arrived." A soft, feminine voice rang out, its pressure sweeping across the entire venue.

A soft, feminine voice. Just hearing it was enough to know who it was.

Three figures flew over and landed before the chairs. The leader was naturally Mother, Bibi Dong. Wearing her Papal Robe, she appeared incomparably noble.

The other two wore Red Robes and were naturally Ju Gui Douluo. They were dressed exceptionally formally today.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Pope." Voices rose from every direction as everyone dropped to one knee and placed their right hands over their left shoulders. Bibi Han was naturally among them. With so many people watching, he had to give Mother some face.

"Rise." A majestic voice rang out.

Everyone stood.

After getting up, Bibi Han's eyes widened. Na'er had come too. She wore a silver palace dress, and her formerly short silver hair had somehow grown into shoulder-length locks. Paired with her exquisite face, she was simply breathtakingly beautiful as she stood beside Mother.

After not seeing her for some time, Na'er had grown quite a bit as well. She seemed to have gotten around ten centimeters taller.

Then Na'er swept her gaze around and spotted Bibi Han directly ahead of her, smiling at him. The group of people beside Bibi Han instantly froze, becoming lovestruck fools.

Bibi Dong then slowly said, "This grand competition is Spirit Hall's most important one yet. The winner may become Spirit Hall's Saint Son or Saintess."

Those words set everyone's blood boiling. Who would not want to become a powerful and high-ranking Saint Son or Saintess?

"This is my personal disciple. She will also participate in this competition. Na'er, go stand over there."

"Yes, Teacher."

With a "completely serious" expression, Na'er walked over and stood directly in front of Bibi Han.

Seeing this scene—

Damn it, what exactly is Mother trying to do? Letting Na'er participate... does she want Na'er to become the Saintess?

Once the badges had been handed out, the competition began. The teachers leading each class brought their students toward the back mountain.

Bibi Han naturally took Na'er's hand as they walked. Those who had treated Na'er as a goddess had their hearts shattered on the spot.

"Na'er, what exactly is Mother trying to do?" Bibi Han asked Na'er.

Na'er giggled and said, "Big Brother, I'll tell you a secret."

"Oh." Bibi Han lowered his head, intending to move closer to Na'er's mouth.

"Big Brother, if you do that, then after Na'er tells you, we won't be able to walk."

"Oh, then what should I do?"

Na'er replied, "Big Brother is so silly. Just pick Na'er up and let me whisper into your ear."

Uh... with so many people around. Forget it. It would be good to crush those people's unrealistic fantasies and make them train seriously.

Bibi Han wrapped his right arm around Na'er's slender waist, lifting her so she could lean close to his ear.

At that sight, all the male students froze in place and stopped walking. Their hearts were completely shattered.

Bibi Dong saw it and had the urge to facepalm. How had she taught such a disciple? Did she not know to consider the occasion?

"Big Brother, Teacher said that this grand competition is for Na'er to become the Saintess and Big Brother to become the Saint Son. But there is one condition: we have to collect ninety-five percent of everyone's tokens in the entire venue to pass."

Ninety-five percent... She wants the two of us to take on everyone. That'll be difficult. Looks like I'll have to take off my equipment.

"But Big Brother, Na'er will help you too. Na'er is already level twenty-eight now."

"Oh, Na'er is amazing."

After the group was led to a certain location by their homeroom teacher, the teacher told them to wait where they were. Not long afterward, he announced the start of the competition and left.

Bibi Han spoke, "Everyone, you heard the rules. This time, I'll let you off first. But if we meet again, I won't show mercy."

"Na'er, let's go."

"W-Wait!" someone suddenly called out, though his tone was clearly not friendly.

"What else is there?" Bibi Han asked.

"Bibi Han, you may be strong, but don't think that means you're invincible on your own," that person said arrogantly.

"You strut around in that outfit every day, acting all high and mighty. I've been sick of you for a long time," another said.

A total of ten people stepped forward, intending to surround and attack Bibi Han.

"You guys... Han, I'll help you," Yan said.

Bibi Han replied casually, "No need, Yan."

Looking at the ten people before him, Bibi Han spoke with a hint of mockery. "The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and having more people made you think you were something."

"Heh, Blue Silver Domain!"

Countless Blue Silver Grass blades burst from the ground, binding the ten of them.

"Hmph, did you think I'd let you summon your martial souls?" With a wave of Bibi Han's hand, the Blue Silver Grass pulled their limbs apart into spread-eagle positions. They could barely circulate their Soul Power, leaving them unable to summon their martial souls.

"How is that possible? You didn't even summon your martial soul," they said in disbelief.

"There are countless martial souls. Is it so strange for one to attack without being summoned?"

"Do you think you can fathom my abilities?"

Feeling their Soul Power being drained away and unable to resist, someone began to beg. "Bibi Han, please spare us."

"Begging already? Ten people—what a luxurious lineup. Were you trying to make me lose right from the start? Spare you? Of course I will. I'm such a kind person, after all. Once all your Soul Power has been drained, I'll let you go," Bibi Han said solemnly.

"No, please!" The speaker looked as though he was about to cry. Clearly, his Soul Power was nearly depleted.

After thinking for a moment, Bibi Han decided against it. These would all be Spirit Hall's elites in the future, each with their own pride. Going too far would not be good, so he released the Blue Silver Grass bindings.

"Only this once. There won't be a next time."

Then he said gently, "Na'er, let's go."

Na'er smiled and nodded.

Watching this scene from outside, Bibi Dong's eyes showed satisfaction as well. A qualified leader had to balance kindness and authority in order to earn the trust of others.