Martial Soul Hall Reform (Part 1): The High Priests Enter with Style

However, Holy Soul Village would likely not be waiting for Master Su Yuntao from the Martial Soul Hall tomorrow.

This was because Qian Renyu, currently at the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch, had suddenly realized that Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power (though it was possible this was merely a facade created by practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill before his martial soul awakening). Yet, after taking Yu Xiaogang as his master, that trash—no, wait, the main point was that the great God King Tang himself had killed a four-hundred-year-old Datura Snake to obtain his first soul ring, becoming a true Soul Master.

And Martial Soul Hall provided subsidies for Soul Masters below the rank of Soul Elder.

A Soul Master could receive one Gold Soul Coin per month.

A Soul Grand Master could receive three Gold Soul Coins per month.

Furthermore, there was no age limit.

Just like that trash Yu Xiaogang, whose soul power was stuck at level twenty-nine for his entire life, he could collect that money forever.

Isn't this just exploiting a bug?

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Yu Xiaogang were all future enemies of my Martial Soul Hall; how could I possibly provide resources to the enemy?

Moreover, Martial Soul Hall had been passed down for ten thousand years, and many things within it had become outdated.

There were also many people who used the name of Martial Soul Hall to act recklessly and oppress the commoners.

These were all diseases, and diseases needed to be cured.

Therefore, Qian Renyu planned to return to Martial Soul City and request that Qian Daoliu convene a meeting to reform Martial Soul Hall.

But Qian Renyu did not want to miss the great God King Tang's martial soul awakening ceremony, so he ordered the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch to postpone the awakening in the Holy Soul Village where Tang San resided.

It would only begin after he returned.

As for whether the people at the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch agreed or not, that was unimportant.

Martial Soul City, Worship Hall.

Qian Renyu slowly pushed open the doors of the Worship Hall and said, "Grandfather, I have returned."

"Why have you returned so soon?"

"Is there something the matter?" Qian Daoliu asked.

"There are some matters, concerning Martial Soul Hall."

"Oh." Upon hearing that it concerned Martial Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu could not help but take it seriously.

"It is like this: during my travels, I felt that some things within our Martial Soul Hall have become outdated. Some petty scoundrels in the hall are using the name of Martial Soul Hall to bully the common people and act with impunity."

"Therefore, I have some preliminary ideas regarding the reform of Martial Soul Hall."

As he spoke, he handed a document to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu took the document from Qian Renyu, and after reading it, he could not help but take a deep breath.

This grandson of mine, he does not fly, but once he does, he soars to the heavens; he does not cry out, but once he does, he shocks the world. This reform is truly a grand undertaking.

However, Martial Soul Hall did indeed need to change.

"However, I ask that you first send people to conduct a general investigation within Martial Soul Hall to see who the black sheep are," Qian Renyu said.

"No need," Qian Daoliu said, taking a file from the table beside him. "It is all here."

Seeing this file, Qian Renyu was very surprised and could not help but ask, "Grandfather, what is this?"

Qian Daoliu said slowly, "Martial Soul Hall is, after all, the Martial Soul Hall of our Qian family."

"I will convene the Elder Council tomorrow."

As for Qianjun Douluo, upon returning to Martial Soul City, he did not even go home; he dived straight into the archives, digging out every piece of information related to Su Yuntao, determined to find out exactly who this Master Su Yuntao was.

The result, however, was that this Su Yuntao was nothing at all.

It must be said that under Bibi Dong, the power of Martial Soul Hall had indeed grown significantly, but its reputation had been sliding downhill the entire time.

However, this might also have been something Bibi Dong did deliberately.

The next day, the Elder Council was convened.

The main seat in the conference room was naturally the Pope's seat, but the current Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong, had not yet arrived.

To be honest, Bibi Dong was very dissatisfied with this Elder Council meeting.

Firstly, there was already friction between the Pope Palace and the Worship Hall.

Secondly, this Elder Council was organized by the Great Elder Qian Daoliu, and she, the Pope, had not been informed beforehand; she had simply been notified to attend.

No matter what, she, Bibi Dong, was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Daoliu was going too far.

On the left side of the conference room were the seats for the titled elders, but they had not yet arrived.

On the right side of the conference room were the seats for the elders, and many had already arrived.

People like Demon Bear Douluo Mo Dengxian, Ghost Leopard Douluo Gui Linshan, Flame Hawk Douluo Yan Qingyi, and Spirit Kite Douluo Ling Lingqi were already present.

However, some elders had yet to arrive, such as Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, Snake Lance Douluo She Long, and Pufferfish Douluo Ci Xue.

Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo were in the Heaven Dou Empire protecting Qian Renxue, so naturally, they could not attend this meeting.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei were the Pope's right-hand men; generally, wherever the Pope was, they were there as well.

Next, the titled Douluo of the Worship Hall began to enter.

The first two to arrive at the conference room looked exactly alike; they were a pair of twins.

The arrivals were none other than the sixth Elder, Qianjun Douluo Qiangu Chongyang, and the seventh Elder, Xiangmo Douluo Qiangu Chongqing.

Upon seeing the sixth and seventh Elders arrive, the elders in the conference room immediately stood up and bowed, "Greetings, sixth Elder, seventh Elder."

Qianjun Douluo and Xiangmo Douluo nodded slightly at the crowd, then each sat in their respective seats and closed their eyes to rest.

Following this, the door to the conference room was pushed open again, and a person with the appearance of a child walked in, skipping and jumping; even after entering, he couldn't stay still and kept looking around.

The arrival was none other than the fifth Elder, Guangling Douluo An Yi.

As soon as the elders saw the fifth Elder, Guangling Douluo, they stood up and bowed once more, "Greetings, fifth Elder."

"Greetings, greetings, haven't you all already greeted this old man? Why keep greeting me over and over?"

As he spoke, Guangling sat in his seat, fiddling with his martial soul, the Guangling Divine Bow, while his two small legs swung incessantly beneath the chair.

The elders had just finished bowing to Guangling Douluo and their buttocks had barely touched the benches when the door to the conference room was pushed open yet again.

The person who walked in had a burly physique, eyes like torches, and was clad in a suit of golden armor, walking with a powerful, imposing air.

The arrival was none other than the fourth Elder, Mighty Lion Douluo Xiong Tiankuo.

The elders had no choice but to lift their buttocks, which had just touched the benches, and stand up to bow, "Greetings, fourth Elder."

Mighty Lion Douluo also nodded slightly, then went to his seat, sat down, and began to close his eyes to rest.

The elders felt bitter in their hearts.

Could you Elders not just come in all at once? You have to come in one by one.

Even if there were a few minutes between each Elder's arrival, that would be fine.

It made it so that our buttocks had to leave the benches as soon as they touched them.

I suppose this is what they mean by "stopping at the slightest touch."

Just as the elders were thinking this, the door to the conference room was pushed open yet again.

The person who walked in had a handsome face, skin as fair as paper, and eyes like lamps, bright and spirited, giving one the feeling of a spring breeze.

How did that poem go again?

A man like jade on the road, a young master without peer.

Yes, that's the meaning.

The arrival was none other than the third Elder, Qing Luan Douluo Qing Yu'an.

This time, the elders didn't need to lift their buttocks from the benches, because everyone knew there were still a few Elders left to come, so they hadn't sat down at all and were just standing there.

"Greetings, third Elder."

Qing Luan Douluo also nodded slightly, then sat in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The elders stood there for a while longer, only to find that no one else was coming.

They had miscalculated; that couldn't be right, why hadn't anyone else come yet?

They stood for a while longer, and still, no one came.

The elders looked at each other, thinking they might as well sit down and rest for a moment.

Just as the elders' buttocks touched the benches, they heard a sharp voice ring out:

"His Majesty the Pope has arrived."