Let Hu Liena Be Abandoned by Everyone!

Make Hu Liena be abandoned by everyone!

Divine Throne? Throne Projection?

The one who held the projection could wield thirty percent of Qian Renyu's strength?

And he would temporarily become a nominal disciple, then become a personal disciple once he fulfilled the requirements?

Yan was completely stunned. Beneath the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter, he felt the surging might emanating from Qian Renyu.

His eyes widened, and his breathing quickened despite himself. He could hardly believe what he'd just heard.

Was this really happening?

Yan drew in a sharp breath. The sudden joy left his mind in a whirl.

Hu Liena was the most influential and highly regarded member of the Golden Generation. Even Xie Yue, her biological older brother, ranked below her among the three of them.

That was because Hu Liena had a teacher who was the Pope.

And now...

He had been offered the very same benefits as Hu Liena.

Yan could hardly believe it. Though Qian Renyu had only taken power a little over half a month ago, Yan could still see what was happening within Spirit Hall.

Back when Bibi Dong had occupied the position of Pope, the Grand Pontiff had never supported her so wholeheartedly. He had merely turned a blind eye.

Qian Renyu's rise to power, by contrast, had been aided with all of Qian Daoliu's might.

The two situations were fundamentally incomparable.

"Your Holiness, are you saying you're willing to take me as a nominal disciple?" Yan came to his senses, but still wasn't sure. He asked in a low voice.

Qian Renyu nodded slightly. "I mean what I say. If you can sever those feelings you shouldn't have, you'll become my personal disciple!"

"Yan, do you have any objections to my arrangement? Do you think I'm only a few years older than you and want to be your teacher?!"

Yan shuddered. "Your Holiness, I would never think that. The accomplished are teachers. You're already a Title Douluo, and your willingness to take me as a nominal disciple is a blessing to me!"

"But severing my feelings... It's just..."

Yan looked deeply troubled.

He'd been secretly in love with Hu Liena for a long time, and had spent just as long fawning over her.

Now he had to make such a sudden decision. Yan realized he really was in a difficult position.

Qian Renyu cut off Yan's hesitation and spoke indifferently. "Severing those feelings is the test I've set for you. If you pass, you'll become my personal disciple."

"If you fail, you won't even qualify as a nominal disciple. Whether you can seize the opportunity I've offered you is entirely up to you!"

Yan let out a long breath.

At once, the heavy stone lodged in his heart seemed to fall away.

The tremendous pressure that had weighed on him eased. Making such a decisive choice on the spot was truly difficult.

But when he saw that Qian Renyu wasn't pressing him on the matter, a strange feeling stirred within him.

Somehow, he felt Qian Renyu wasn't quite like the person the other higher-ups had described.

He seemed cold and ruthless, yet at the same time, rather humane.

As Yan pondered this, he turned and spared a portion of his attention to the projection of the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

The golden projection of the throne was reflected clearly in his pupils.

As he looked at the incomparably magnificent Divine Throne and felt the terrifying power emanating from it, another kind of pressure suddenly swept over him.

"Your Holiness, do you mean you intend to have me use the projection of your Martial Soul to make a stunning debut in the finals?"

Yan asked in a low, hesitant voice, "I can actually control the power of your Martial Soul projection?"

Yan had heard everything Qian Renyu had said. He'd understood it perfectly, but still couldn't bring himself to believe or accept it.

There was no doubt about Qian Renyu's strength. He was a genuine Title Douluo.

Otherwise, Qian Daoliu wouldn't have backed him without reservation, and Bibi Dong wouldn't have so easily let him succeed in forcing her from power.

Whoever held the throne's projection could wield thirty percent of Qian Renyu's strength.

Never mind that Qian Renyu was a powerful Title Douluo—even if he were a bottom-tier Title Douluo like Dugu Bo, thirty percent of his strength would still surpass that of many Soul Douluos.

With such power at the Spirit Master Tournament, winning the championship would be effortless.

But...

Yan's thoughts were complicated.

With his current cultivation at the ... rank, could he really control the throne's projection, whose power surpassed that of most Soul Douluos?

The difficulty seemed far from ordinary.

After Yan asked, Yue Guan looked at Qian Renyu with great curiosity as well.

Deep down, he couldn't believe Qian Renyu truly possessed such an ability. But it had all happened before their eyes, and they had no choice but to believe it.

Both of them looked puzzled.

"You aren't capable of controlling the projection yet!"

"The finals will begin in three days. After I've finished opening the finals, I'll arrange special training to help you adapt!"

"When the time comes, you'll only need to appear in the grand final!"

Qian Renyu explained calmly.

He wasn't surprised by Yan's question, nor did he think there was anything wrong with asking it.

Yan wasn't a Soul Master with a light-attribute Martial Soul, and he was still weak. Controlling the projection of the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter certainly wouldn't be easy.

Without enough time to adapt and train, Qian Renyu was certain that the moment Yan used the projection of the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter...

The throne's Light of Judgment would kill him before he could win the championship.

"Enough. You may leave for now."

"Three days from now, I'll arrange your adaptation training!"

"Remember, this is the opportunity I'm giving you—and your only one!"

Qian Renyu reminded him once more, then waved slightly to indicate that Yan could leave.

Yan departed without hesitation. At Qian Renyu's gesture, Yue Guan also headed for the exit of Pope's Palace.

Compared with Yan, Yue Guan looked deeply troubled. Qian Renyu's instructions to Yan still echoed in his ears.

Looking at Yan's back as he walked ahead, Yue Guan couldn't help sighing inwardly.

It seems His Holiness really has thought everything through!

As for Nana, she truly did disappoint His Holiness. But why is he targeting her so much? Is it simply because she's Bibi Dong's personal disciple?

Yue Guan couldn't understand. After spending over half a month with Qian Renyu, he'd realized that Qian Renyu wasn't the petty sort.

Normally, Qian Renyu had no reason to target Hu Liena. And yet, this had all truly happened.

Back in Bibi Dong's courtyard, if Bibi Dong hadn't been determined to protect Hu Liena—and if Qian Daoliu, the Grand Pontiff, hadn't stepped in to smooth things over—Hu Liena would already have died at Qian Renyu's hands.

Qian Renyu said nothing. He saw Yue Guan's confusion but couldn't be bothered to explain himself over something like this.

His relationship with Bibi Dong as her disciple truly didn't matter much to him.

What he truly cared about was Hu Liena betraying Spirit Hall again and again.

He had no desire to show any mercy to someone capable of betrayal.

Showing such mercy would only be cruel to himself!

After giving the matter a little thought, Qian Renyu pushed aside the tangled thoughts.

His gaze passed over Yue Guan and settled on Yan, whose back seemed to be slowly straightening.

A faint smile touched his lips.

For the sake of her so-called "love," Hu Liena could betray Spirit Hall.

Qian Renyu didn't think he was being cruel. Bibi Dong was protecting Hu Liena, so he couldn't send her to her death.

But letting Hu Liena experience what it meant to have everyone turn against her could be a pretty good alternative!