Becoming the Saint Son

At the sound of that tremendous boom, Na'er and Yan's battle also came to an end. Fighting Na'er had left Yan utterly frustrated. His flames were useless against her and were even turned against him, while his none-too-fast attacks could not harm her at all. Instead, Na'er's dragon spear struck him repeatedly. Still, Na'er had not fought seriously. Otherwise, Yan would have been lying on the ground long ago; his defenses were nowhere near enough to withstand the Silver Dragon Spear.

"Nana!" Seeing Hu Liena seriously injured and collapsed on the ground, Yan rushed to her side and examined her with Soul Power.

Once he sensed that she had merely fallen unconscious, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he discovered that Hu Liena's left hand was broken. "Brother Han, why did you strike so heavily?" Yan demanded angrily.

"Get the facts straight. If I had really struck heavily, it wouldn't have been her hand that broke. Besides, it's only a broken bone. Don't make such a fuss."

"Third Soul Skill, Blue Silver Holy Light."

After healing them somewhat, Bibi Han turned to Yan. "Give me the Medals."

Yan obediently handed them over.

Looking at the 158 Medals, Bibi Han smiled. This exercise was finally over.

"Yan, what are you waiting for? Carry Hu Liena on your back. Are you waiting for her to wake up?" Before Yan could react, Bibi Han took Na'er's hand and headed toward the academy. As for the remaining Medals, there was no need for them anymore.

At that moment, three figures hovered above them. They were Pope Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.

"Your Majesty the Pope, that Demon Charm Martial Soul Fusion Skill is quite good. Even my spiritual power could not penetrate that Red Mist," Ju Douluo said.

"It is nothing special. That fusion skill is utterly useless in a Title Douluo battle," Bibi Dong replied.

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the two Title Douluos' faces, Bibi Dong slowly continued, "Demon Charm's strength lies in the Red Mist. It can suppress a large portion of an opponent's strength. However, after using the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Xie Yue and Hu Liena are unable to use any of their Soul Skills. The area covered by the Red Mist is also limited, while Title Douluo battles are generally fought in the sky."

Ju Gui Douluo immediately nodded in understanding.

Bibi Han and Na'er had already arrived at the gathering square, where ninety percent of the academy's students had assembled. More students trickled in one after another. After he and Na'er had taken all the Medals, the competition had been declared over.

This competition had been prepared entirely to make him and Na'er the Saint Son and Saintess. Everyone else was merely there to serve as a backdrop. Though it sounded rather cruel, with their talents, they truly could not become the Saint Son or Saintess.

As for Hu Liena, the Saintess from the original story, without Mother's full support in nurturing her, she was nothing. Whether compared to Mother from the previous generation or Little Xue from this generation, she fell far too short.

To be honest, it was not overly cruel. Although they could not become the Saint Son or Saintess, this was still excellent training for them—far more beneficial than the previous year-end competitions.

After some time, everyone had assembled. Bibi Han and Na'er stood at the very front of the formation.

Bibi Dong rose from her seat and said, "I hereby announce that the first place in this competition goes to Bibi Han and Na'er. They collected a total of 1,112 Medals, accounting for 95.8% of all Medals. They are the undisputed first place. Congratulations to you both."

Everyone applauded them, their eyes filled with shock and admiration.

"Second place goes to Qian Gu Yuntian's team, with a total of 853 Medals."

Hearing this, Bibi Han's confusion was resolved. No wonder. Before the competition, they had said the ranking would be based on the number of Medals obtained. Bibi Han had been wondering: after he had taken so many Medals, wouldn't the people behind him be able to play it safe and rise ahead of him? That would have made the rankings far too inaccurate.

"Third place goes to Yan, Xie Yue, and Hu Liena, with a total of 158 Medals.

"Before the competition, I stated that first place would have the chance to become Spirit Hall's Saint Son and Saintess. The Elder Hall will discuss the matter and provide an answer afterward. Very well, this grand competition is now concluded."

Three days later, in the Papal Palace, all the elders gathered together, except for those currently in seclusion attempting a breakthrough. Bibi Han and Na'er entered the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong said, "All of you elders have clearly watched the competition footage. Do any of you have any objections?"

The elders shook their heads, indicating that they had none.

"I now announce that Na'er is appointed as Spirit Hall's Saintess of this generation, with all the rights of the Saintess. Bibi Han is appointed as Spirit Hall's Saint Son of this generation. Whether he may enjoy all the rights remains subject to evaluation," Bibi Dong said, though her tone on the latter sentence was rather unpleasant.

Bibi Han had a string of curses he did not know whether to voice. This was clearly some bastards making an issue out of his birth. Tell me who it is. I'll beat him to death someday.

What followed were things like tokens and clothing. Once all that was over, Bibi Dong simply said, "Dismissed," and the meeting ended. He and Na'er then followed Mother back to the rear hall of the Papal Palace.

"Han'er, do you blame Mother?"

"Why would I? I simply cannot attend those important meetings. I can still exercise all the other rights of the Saint Son. In the end, it is only that some old men do not trust me. That is understandable. There will be time in the future," Bibi Han said indifferently.

"It is good that you have such awareness. In the end, it is because of your birth. The Upper Three Sects, especially the Clear Sky Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, place particular importance on bloodlines and do not trust outsiders. Those ideas inherited through their blood ultimately keep them from trusting you."

"Then it will be fine in the future. I was raised by you, after all. I do not care about those notions at all."

"By the way, Mother, what training should I do next?" Bibi Han asked.

Mother said, "Cultivation should be balanced with rest. You have barely rested these past six months. Go to the Worship Hall. Someone is waiting for you there."

On the way to the Worship Hall, Bibi Han found it rather strange. She said she wanted him to rest, yet she was sending him to the Worship Hall. What could those old men do besides cultivate?

Entering the Worship Hall, Bibi Han did not see a single person in the main hall. He then looked toward the Angel Statue and bowed to it. Bibi Han respected the Angel God not because of its strength, but because of the Angel God's contributions to the continent.

At that moment, a pair of jade-like hands covered Bibi Han's eyes, and a gentle male voice came from behind him. "Guess who I am?"

"Little Xue, you're back!" Bibi Han said in delight.

The hands moved away, and a sweet, pleasant voice entered Bibi Han's ears. "How did you immediately guess it was me?"

"Isn't it obvious? Just from these hands, I knew it was a woman. And among the women who can enter this place, aside from Mother, there is only you."

Bibi Han turned around to meet her gaze. Under the angelic light of the Worship Hall, Qian Renxue's already stunning face became even more beautiful, leaving him staring in a daze.

Seeing Bibi Han staring blankly at her, Qian Renxue felt incomparably delighted inside.