Pope Hall VS Worship Hall

Worship Hall.

"You're saying there was a six-year-old boy whose Soul Power Level had not only reached level 30, but whose Martial Soul could even stand against the Holy Sword of the Angel Martial Soul?"

"And during his battle with Xue'er, he even attained enlightenment in the way of the sword?"

Qian Daoliu sat upon the throne in a simple gray robe. With golden hair, golden eyes, and a handsome face, every gesture he made radiated nobility and authority.

At that moment, his expression was one of astonishment. His hands clenched tightly against the throne's armrests as he rose directly to his feet.

The other worshippers below were much the same. Having listened to She Long's account of Chen Xing, every one of them wore an expression of shock.

"Big Brother! This person may have been a Soul Beast that re-cultivated into human form."

Qing Luan Douluo remained relatively calm and swiftly analyzed the information at hand.

"Ever since Spirit Hall began awakening Martial Souls for commoner Soul Masters free of charge, the records of practically every Soul Master across the continent have been in our possession."

"This year, we have never received word from any branch hall of a boy whose Martial Soul awakened as bamboo and who possessed a high Soul Power Level."

As soon as those words were spoken, the other worshippers found them reasonable as well. Otherwise, there was simply no way to explain Chen Xing's situation.

If he truly was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had taken human form, it would be a windfall opportunity for Spirit Hall.

As long as they controlled him, he could serve as a reserve Soul Ring for Qian Renxue, adding a sliver of hope to her path toward godhood.

Yet Qian Daoliu, seated high above them, frowned slightly.

"Unlikely. She Long is also a Title Douluo. How could he fail to recognize the other party's identity?"

"Besides, even a Soul Beast could not reach level 30 the moment it took human form."

"This matter has already gone beyond common sense. Could it really be because of that medicinal herb?"

Six years old, level 30!

That meant he would certainly become a Title Douluo one day.

He attained enlightenment in battle!

That meant he, too, possessed the qualifications to become a god.

Countless thoughts flooded Qian Daoliu's mind, and the great hall fell silent once more...

Not long after, Mighty Lion Douluo spoke.

"Big Brother! No matter what, we must get this person under our control."

"With talent like that, if he cannot be used by Spirit Hall, he may become a great threat in the future!"

"Fourth Brother is right. Fortunately, Xiao Xue has already won him over in name."

"But to be safe, I think it would be more reliable to recruit him into the Worship Hall."

The speaker was Jin E, the Second Worship. A genius of this caliber had to be held in their own hands, regardless of his identity, before they could feel secure.

Facing everyone's suggestions, Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment before speaking.

"She Long, return and tell Xiao Xue that once Chen Xing wakes up, she is to bring him to see me immediately."

"You and Chi Xue must ensure their safety along the way!"

"Understood?"

Before so many Super Douluo, She Long looked like a helpless chick.

Elsewhere.

Bibi Dong crushed the letter in her hand, her expression grim as she gazed out the window toward Heaven Dou City.

Her purple-gold robe outlined her perfect curves. The fingers gripping her scepter had turned faintly white at the knuckles, while a subtle, Evil Soul Power seemed to linger around her.

Behind her, Ghost Douluo knelt on one knee with his head lowered, even deliberately controlling his breathing.

Just moments ago, the spy planted within the royal family had sent back news.

Qian Renxue had encountered a gifted young boy and had even taken the initiative to return to her original appearance to battle him.

The report detailed the boy's strength and talent in full.

Even she, the Pope, had developed a keen interest in him.

"Ghost Elder!"

The woman's voice suddenly echoed through the empty room, making Gui Mei's body tense.

Whenever evil energy surrounded the Pope, her emotions became exceptionally unstable.

At best, she would unleash her aura and leave everyone's blood and energy churning. At worst, she would directly attack, striking without restraint and with lethal intent.

Several times, he had nearly suffered because of it.

Now that the same scene had appeared again, Gui Mei's heart leaped into his throat. He hurriedly replied.

"Y-Yes, this subordinate is here, Your Holiness... What are your orders?"

Hearing the slight tremble in Gui Mei's voice, Bibi Dong came back to her senses.

The Rakshasa Divine Power had affected her again. For some reason, she had become increasingly unable to suppress the evil power within her these past few days.

It was as though something were drawing her in...

As her chest rose and fell, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and adjusted her state.

Only then did the oppressive atmosphere in the room ease somewhat.

"Ghost Elder, travel with Chrysanthemum Elder and bring this boy back."

"Remember!"

"No matter who tries to stop you, you must bring him before me at any cost."

"If you fail, neither of you need return."

As the final word fell, Gui Mei clearly felt a violent Soul Power envelop his entire body.

The pressure left him unable to breathe. Suffocation and helplessness swept over him, as though he had been targeted by a venomous snake.

Only after Bibi Dong left the room did that sensation disappear.

Once his body was free again, he did not dare linger any longer. Gray shadows surged, and he vanished completely from the room.

Spirit Fighting Arena.

Chen Xing had remained in enlightenment here for a full seven days.

Ever since that final sword strike, the circulation of Soul Power within his body had completely formed a closed loop, plunging him into a wondrous state.

Ignoring his surroundings, Chen Xing began comprehending it right where he stood.

Before he knew it, he seemed to have entered an ocean.

Swords filled every corner around him!

All kinds of shapes, all kinds of colors.

Some were slender and straight, so sharp that merely looking at them could burn him with their piercing aura.

Some were broad and heavy, the pressure they radiated making even breathing difficult for Chen Xing...

He continued wandering through the ocean, encountering countless swords along the way.

But Chen Xing knew that none of them belonged to him. He still had to keep searching.

He did not know how much time had passed, nor how many swords he had encountered. He only felt that time had stretched on endlessly, so long that he was nearly forgetting where he was.

A sense of numbness rose in his heart, and Chen Xing's consciousness began to blur.

The scenery around him grew illusory, and every sword began to distort.

Though it was clearly bizarre, Chen Xing felt nothing at all.

Before he knew it, he had begun to believe that he, too, was a sword, and had forgotten why he had come here.

Just as he was about to sink completely into it, a faint light suddenly shone from his wrist. A cool sensation swept over him, followed immediately by a burning heat coursing through every meridian in his body!

"This is? The bracelet Ah Yin gave me!"

"Where am I?"

"Sword!"

"I'm looking for a sword that belongs to me!"

Whether it was because of the bracelet or because the boy had truly attained enlightenment at that moment, the instant he opened his eyes, the surrounding scene rapidly changed.

It was no longer an ocean formed of swords. Instead, it became a purple-gold Bamboo Forest.

Outside.

She Long was still on his way back to Heaven Dou City, while Gui Mei and Yue Guan had already hidden in the shadows of the Spirit Fighting Arena, staring fixedly at the boy in the center.

Suddenly.

Vast heaven-and-earth energy seemed to answer a summons, rapidly gathering toward the center of the arena and nearly forming a small vortex.

Unlike Soul Power, this energy was more like an understanding of the laws.