God Trial

Beichen Academy, backyard.

Fu Yuan stood in front of Fu Shiyan's door, raised his hand, and gently knocked on the door.

"Bang bang bang."

"Come in."

Fu Shiyan's calm voice came from inside the door.

Fu Yuan pushed open the door and entered, seeing Fu Shiyan sitting at her desk, holding a pen in her hand, seemingly writing something.

He walked to the table, bowed respectfully, and began to speak:

"Young Master, Chrysanthemum Douluo from the Spirit Hall has come to visit. He has already been seated in the reception room."

Fu Shiyan put down her pen and nodded slightly:

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

Fu Yuan respectfully cupped his hands and replied:

"Yes, Young Master. I'll take my leave now."

Fu Shiyan nodded.

Then, Fu Yuan turned around and strode away.

Fu Shiyan stood up, straightened her robes, and stepped out of the room.

Inside the reception room, Yue Guan sat upright in the guest seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He gently blew on it but did not drink it.

His gaze swept across the hall, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

It's been over two years since I last visited, and this reception room is still the same.

His Soul Power has now reached level 97. A year ago, he and Gui Mei officially entered the Worship Hall and became one of the worshippers of the Spirit Hall.

All of this is thanks to the Young Master.

If it weren't for the Immortal Herb and elixirs bestowed upon him by the Young Master, he would never have been able to reach this level in his lifetime.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

Yue Guan put down his teacup, stood up, and looked towards the door.

Fu Shiyan stepped into the reception room, her gaze falling on Yue Guan, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"Senior Yue Guan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Yue Guan quickly bowed and said respectfully:

"Yue Guan greets Dean Fu."

Fu Shiyan waved her hand, gesturing for him to sit down, and then walked to the head seat and took her own seat.

Yue Guan glanced at the servants standing in the hall, then looked at Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan understood and nodded slightly.

Then, Fu Shiyan waved her hand and said calmly:

"You may leave now."

Several disciples of the Academy respectfully responded, withdrew from the reception room, and gently closed the door behind them.

Only Fu Shiyan and Yue Guan remained in the hall.

Yue Guan then straightened up, walked to Fu Shiyan, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said:

"Your subordinate Yue Guan greets Young Master!"

Fu Shiyan gently helped him up and said calmly:

"Alright, Senior Yue Guan. Haven't I told you many times? There's no need for such formalities between us."

Yue Guan replied solemnly:

"Propriety must not be disregarded! I am always the Young Master's subordinate, and I must not overstep the bounds of propriety!"

Fu Shiyan shook her head with a wry smile:

"Sigh, whatever, whatever you say."

Yue Guan didn't waste any more words, leaned closer to Fu Shiyan and whispered:

"Young Master, I have brought two messages with me."

Fu Shiyan looked at him, her expression turning serious, and said:

"Explain."

Yue Guan nodded and whispered:

"The first message is that the current Pope, Qian Renxue, has invited the Young Master to the Spirit Hall to discuss the re-election of the Seven Great Sects."

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly lost in thought, but remained silent.

Yue Guan continued:

"The second message--"

He paused, then lowered his voice even further:

"Young Master, Bibi Dong, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, disappeared without a trace some time ago, and has not been found since."

Fu Shiyan's eyes flickered slightly, then returned to calm.

He nodded:

"Knew."

Seeing his calm expression, Yue Guan couldn't help but admire him secretly. The Young Master was indeed unfathomable.

Fu Shiyan asked:

"Time and place."

Yue Guan quickly replied:

"Three days later, in Spirit City."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly:

"Okay. I'll be there then."

Yue Guan responded and then asked:

"Young Master, is there anything else you require?"

Fu Shiyan shook her head:

"That's all. You can go back now."

Yue Guan bowed respectfully.

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

Then he turned around and walked towards the door.

Fu Shiyan watched his departing figure, her eyes thoughtful.

The next day, early morning.

As usual, Fu Shiyan walked out of the room, intending to check on Tang San and the others' training.

Just as he stepped out of the room—

The sky suddenly changed color.

A purple beam of light and a emerald green beam of light descended from the sky and landed directly on Fu Shiyan!

The light was dazzling, illuminating the entire courtyard.

The pillar of light contained terrifying energy fluctuations, yet it was not violent; instead, it carried a gentle yet dignified aura.

Fu Shiyan's body stiffened abruptly.

Two faint marks appeared on his forehead.

A purple hue, radiating an aura of Destruction;

The other one is emerald green, radiating the glow of life.

Two marks shone brightly on his brow, sometimes merging and sometimes separating, as if performing some kind of ritual.

At the same time, two voices rang in his mind:

"Life Nine Trials, First Trial, Begins!"

"The First Trial the Destruction Nine Trials begins!"

The voice was majestic and vast, as if it came from the heavens above, or as if it emerged from the depths of the soul.

Fu Shiyan stood still, letting the two pillars of light envelop her.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face at first, then, as if struck by a thought, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a knowing smile.

He lowered his head, his lips barely moving, and thought to himself:

"It seems... the plan is progressing smoothly."

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of everyone at the Beichen Academy.

The first to arrive were several Enforcement Elder.

Fu Yuan's figure shot over from afar like a streak of light and landed in front of Fu Shiyan's courtyard gate.

His expression was solemn, and he had already gripped the long sword burning with pale flames in his hand, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

Following closely behind were Fu Lei, Fu Xing, Fu Jin, and Fu Yan, each revealing their Martial Soul and surrounding Fu Shiyan's courtyard.

Fu Zhi also arrived.

She landed lightly on the courtyard wall, her gaze fixed on Fu Shiyan, her eyes filled with worry.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and the others rushed over and stopped panting outside the courtyard gate.

"Master!" Tang San's voice was full of anxiety. He wanted to rush in, but Fu Yuan stopped him.

"Don't rush." Fu Yuan's gaze fell on the two beams of light, his brows furrowed.

The energy contained in that beam of light was too terrifying; they simply couldn't get close to it.

Even he, a level 95 Titled Douluo, felt a chill run down his spine.

The beam of light gradually dissipated.

Fu Shiyan reappeared before everyone's eyes.

He stood still, his robes fluttering slightly, his expression calm, showing no sign of anything amiss.

The two marks on his forehead slowly faded and disappeared.

Tang San finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward, looking Fu Shiyan up and down:

"Master, are you alright? What was that just now?"

Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong also gathered around, asking questions all at once.

Seeing their tense expressions, Fu Shiyan smiled slightly and gently patted Tang San's shoulder.

"Nothing to worry about. It's not a danger, but a tremendous opportunity."

Tang San was taken aback and asked in confusion:

"Opportunity?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, but didn't explain further. He looked at Fu Yuan and the others, and said calmly:

"Everyone, please leave. I'm fine."

Fu Yuan was still somewhat worried, so he stepped forward and whispered:

"Young Master, those two beams of light just now..."

"It's God!"