Forcibly Condensed Luck

Following that, Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile also raised their right hands. Seeing the leaders cast their votes, the other titled elders naturally followed suit.

Thus, the vote concluded in a pleasant atmosphere, and Shang An, the newly appointed Holy Son, left a profound impression on the elders and patrons.

All of this was within Shang An's expectations. Before the meeting began, he had communicated with Qian Daoliu. Since this was beneficial to Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu did not object, though he did put forward one requirement.

That was for him to personally deliver a secret letter to Qian Renxue. Shang An felt there was no issue with that and agreed.

Therefore, the result of this meeting had long been set in stone; the meeting was merely a notification for the elders and patrons, a formality to go through the motions.

Afterward, the elders discussed the reforms in detail. Mostly, Shang An did the talking, while they were responsible for listening and raising questions to prevent any oversights in the details.

Although they might lack forward-thinking vision, they possessed considerable wisdom and life experience.

However, Shang An's preparations were clearly sufficient; at the very least, no loopholes in the plan were discovered during the meeting.

In the end, Bibi Dong was designated as the overall director of the Spirit Hall reform plan, with Shang An participating in decision-making as an advisor.

Although Qian Daoliu intended for Shang An to be the overall director, he was refused by Shang An. While he was the proposer of the Spirit Hall reform plan, all the steps were already written down, along with methods to deal with potential accidents. As long as Spirit Hall didn't do anything foolish and followed the steps, it would be done well.

He could not spend his time on this. Power and the like were all hollow; in this fantasy world, only strength belonging to oneself was real.

Moreover, with the loyal core team that Shang An had vetted, coupled with the support of the higher-ups, even if Shang An did not participate in the entire plan, he could still ensure that the general direction of the plan's implementation would not go awry at any time.

Teacher Bibi Dong could also use presiding over this reform to increase her own prestige and lay the foundation for the establishment of the Spirit Empire.

In front of the Pope Palace, Shang An held the petite Hu Liena in his arms.

"Alright, Nana, you can stop here."

"Junior brother, can I really not go with you?"

Hu Liena did not let go. She hadn't expected that not long after coming out of the Devil Training Camp and seeing the junior brother she had missed for so long, she would have to part with him again before they had even had a chance to properly cherish their time together.

"Nana, there will be plenty of time in the future. Next time, next time I will take you with me."

Hu Liena bit her lip, reluctantly letting go of Shang An.

"Fine, but you have to keep your word, otherwise, otherwise I won't talk to you for a month... a week."

Hu Liena didn't dare to say anything too harsh; otherwise, if she really didn't talk to Shang An, wouldn't her junior brother be taken advantage of by some other vixen?

"Alright, alright, alright, I will definitely keep my word."

Shang An didn't bother with the protagonist's signature oath to the heavens; after all, "next time" was always a certainty.

He looked at Bibi Dong behind Hu Liena, walked up to her, and gently hugged her.

"Teacher, you must take good care of yourself while I'm gone."

"Don't stay up late. You can delegate tasks to Elder Ju and Elder Gui. If I see that Teacher has lost weight when I return, I will feel heartbroken."

"Mm."

Bibi Dong nodded and didn't say anything more; everything that needed to be said had been said last night.

Hu Liena, however, looked at the two with suspicion—one was a teacher like a mother, and the other was the junior brother she loved deeply.

It's just that, were Teacher and Junior Brother a bit too intimate? Ah! I can't think like that. Junior brother was raised by Teacher; it's normal for them to be close. Yes, that's it. Hu Liena hurriedly suppressed her rebellious thoughts.

But she didn't know that the truth was often exactly as she had imagined.

"Then Teacher, I'll be going now. Take care!"

Bibi Dong watched Shang An's departing back, only withdrawing her gaze when he gradually disappeared from sight. She then turned and returned to the Pope Palace with Hu Liena, who was also filled with reluctance.

Outside Spirit City, Shang An was sitting in an ordinary carriage. This time he was traveling, so it was not appropriate to be overly ostentatious.

Of course, this "ordinary" was relative. There were no soul beasts pulling the carriage, no travel processions, and no various treasures adorning it, but the material of the carriage body was extraordinary, and the interior was classic and comfortable, not losing out to the carriages of some great nobles.

Inside the carriage, besides Shang An, there was a stunning woman with a hot figure. The woman had outstanding looks and was dressed in a black dress, her features beautiful. Even compared to the current Pope, she was only slightly inferior in temperament.

This woman was Shang An's guardian, the newly promoted elder of Spirit Hall, Lingyuan Douluo Ni Huang, whose martial soul was the Red Fire Spirit Kite, a level 94 Titled Douluo.

"Sister Ni Huang, how is your cultivation of the Nine-Layer Fire Phoenix Art coming along?"

"I must thank His Holiness the Holy Son. After practicing this wonderful meditation technique of yours, not only has my cultivation speed increased by more than a notch, but the quality of my soul power has also greatly improved, and my martial soul even shows signs of a second evolution."

Speaking of this, Ni Huang looked at Shang An with gratitude. If it weren't for him, she might still be lingering at level 90. A Titled Douluo was like a different world at every level, and if one was unlucky, being stuck at a level for several years was common.

"Sister Ni Huang, no need to be so polite. We are all our own people. I've said it before, just call me Xiao An."

"Alright, Xiao An, I still have to thank you."

Ni Huang revealed a gentle smile. If others in Spirit Hall saw this, they would likely exclaim that it was impossible, as this Lingyuan Douluo's temper was as famous for being fiery as her figure.

"By the way, Xiao An, why are we going to Nuoding City?"

Ni Huang was a bit curious. Nuoding City was just an inconspicuous small city on the Douluo Continent. It had no strength and no special features. If it weren't for being relatively close to Spirit City, she might not have even known such a city existed.

"To catch a rabbit."

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Shang An's mouth.

"Catch a rabbit?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

I have to say, being a riddle-monger is actually quite fun.

On the streets of Nuoding City, a luxurious carriage was rolling along, and pedestrians on the road took the initiative to steer clear, fearing they might invite trouble.

"Huh!"

Inside the carriage, Shang An felt a massive surge of destiny gathering up ahead. The grandeur of this destiny surpassed anyone he had ever seen before; even his teacher, the Pope, who held the most power in the Douluo Continent, was far inferior.

His Golden Eyes of Truth activated involuntarily. Through the carriage curtains, he saw a boy with an ordinary appearance and dark skin—the kind of person you wouldn't even notice in a crowd—save for a pair of eyes that flashed with a sharp, brilliant light.

The boy himself possessed nothing miraculous, but through Shang An's Golden Eyes of Truth, he was bathed in ten thousand rays of blue light. The density of his destiny even exceeded the sum total of Spirit Hall.

Shang An's expression turned grave.

"That's not right. With destiny this vast, why is it still blue?"

Destiny levels are roughly divided into eight tiers: gray, white, green, blue, purple, orange, red, and gold. Whether there is anything beyond that, he did not know.

Most people, even spirit masters, possess gray destiny. Those with white destiny are basically at the level of Black-Clad Bishops in Spirit Hall. Only people like Xie Yue, Yan, and a few elders of Spirit Hall possess green destiny. As for blue destiny, Shang An had only ever seen it on Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

Destiny is not immutable. If your strength or influence is strong enough, your destiny will naturally not be low. For instance, after Bibi Dong passed the seventh trial of the Rakshasa God, her destiny turned from blue to a mix of purple. According to Shang An's deductions, if Bibi Dong were to become a god, her destiny would completely transform into purple.

Yet, the magnitude of this boy's destiny was more than enough to have turned purple, but it remained merely blue. Furthermore, this destiny lacked spirit; it was gathered but not fused, stagnant and lifeless, as if it had been forcibly condensed. The technique was far too crude.

"Forcibly condensed? Could this person be Tang San, the artificial protagonist created by the Asura God?"

"I never expected this. The Asura God actually gave Tang San such a massive destiny cheat."

People with powerful destiny can avoid misfortune and turn danger into safety; they are the children of destiny. Unless someone with an even stronger destiny strikes at them, or a powerhouse with overwhelming strength acts, it is nearly impossible to kill such a person.

Shang An certainly did not possess such ability or destiny. After he reconstructed his Golden Eyes of Truth and could observe destiny, the first thing he checked was his own.

He discovered that his destiny was a void—he didn't even have gray destiny. He didn't know if that was good or bad, but so far, he hadn't noticed any impact on himself.

But this didn't mean Shang An was helpless against Tang San. He could plant inner demons in Tang San to slowly erode his destiny, while simultaneously seizing his opportunities to diminish it. Once his destiny hit rock bottom, he could start the slaughter.

"Xiao An, what's wrong?"

Ni Huang asked. She had not cultivated the Golden Eyes of Truth and could not perceive destiny. Seeing Shang An staring straight at the carriage curtain with a grave expression, she was momentarily confused. Was there something wrong with the carriage?

"It's nothing, I just saw an interesting person."

Slowly tormenting and playing with Tang San to wear down his destiny—how could that not be interesting? However, Shang An did not mention the issue of destiny; telling others would only add to their worries without any real purpose.

"An interesting person?"

Ni Huang was somewhat surprised. This was the first time she had seen anyone be called "interesting" by Shang An.

"Tang Hao's son, and a twin spirit user at that. Tell me, isn't that interesting?"

"Tang Hao?"

Ni Huang didn't react for a moment. After all, the Tang Hao of the past had vanished without a trace after his brief appearance where he hammered the Pope to death. Suddenly, a flash of realization struck her.

"Could it be that Haotian Douluo!"

Ni Huang looked at Shang An in surprise, wanting to confirm it.

"That's right, that coward."

As Shang An spoke, he let out a sneer, his words hiding a deep disdain for the so-called Haotian Douluo.