This Isn't the Result I Wanted!

A month later, the dust had settled.

Tang Hao had vanished without a trace.

The Clear Sky Sect had sealed its gates and retreated into the snow peaks hidden deep within the clouds.

The war between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect ended with the Clear Sky Sect expelling Tang Hao, closing its mountain gates, the affiliated Four Single-Attribute Clans suffering devastating losses, and declaring their departure from the Clear Sky Sect.

Faced with Spirit Hall's overwhelming assault, the Clear Sky Sect suffered heavy casualties and fell apart. Only some Tang family disciples from the main sect retreated into the Snow Mountain, hiding themselves from the world.

From then on, the number one sect in the world, the Clear Sky Sect, which had commanded tens of thousands of Spirit Masters and stood toe-to-toe with Spirit Hall, fell from its pedestal.

Its title as the number one sect in the world existed in name only.

This time, Spirit Hall once again bared its fangs before the world.

It demonstrated its status and dominance.

It made everyone understand that Spirit Hall's dignity could not be insulted or trampled upon.

Spirit Hall's strength also shocked the entire continent.

Even a powerhouse like the Clear Sky Sect could not withstand Spirit Hall's forceful offensive. If it had been any other sect or faction, their fate would only have been even more tragic. They might well have been wiped out to the last chicken and dog, bringing destruction upon themselves.

As a result, every major power across the continent quietly weighed the consequences of offending Spirit Hall.

Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen each looked at the information in their hands. Their eyes widened, and after the shock passed, their faces were filled with worry.

"Spirit Hall's foundation far exceeds everyone's expectations," Ning Fengzhi sighed.

Yu Yuanzhen outwardly acted domineering and unconcerned, but inwardly, he was deeply wary.

Xue Ye and Dai Tianfeng felt the same way, while also suffering from terrible headaches.

The leaders of the major powers could only helplessly sing the same refrain:

"This isn't the result I wanted!"

Before long, Qian Daoliu returned to his Worship Hall.

Spirit Hall's army of Spirit Masters also returned to Spirit City after receiving Qian Daoliu's order to withdraw.

A war had ended.

Spirit Hall vented its anger fiercely and also boosted its morale.

For a time, everyone in Spirit Hall's various departments took immense pride in belonging to Spirit Hall. They all held their heads high and puffed out their chests, deeply honored by the association.

One war.

Not only had Spirit Hall crushed the arrogance of the major powers.

It had also laid a solid foundation for Spirit Hall's development over the next twenty years, providing a secure environment.

At the same time, it spread Spirit Hall's prestige throughout the continent and etched it into people's hearts.

As a result, numerous civilian Spirit Masters flocked to join, sending Spirit Hall's development into the fast lane.

A few days after Qian Daoliu returned to Spirit City, he personally convened a meeting of Spirit Hall's elders.

The meeting was held in the Council Hall of the Elder Hall.

There was only one item on the agenda.

The Council Hall of the Elder Hall.

Inside stood a large oval conference table, with more than a dozen ornate gilded pearwood chairs arranged around it.

The first to enter were the many elders of the Elder Hall.

After entering, these elders casually took seats corresponding to their respective identities and status.

Some lounged lazily in their chairs, some rested with their eyes closed, and some wiped down their weapons. No one spoke.

Nor did they use Soul Power transmissions to communicate with one another. They simply waited in silence.

Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard were also present. More than a month had passed, and the three of them had mostly recovered from their injuries.

After entering, the three found seats near the back and sat down.

Not long afterward, the doors to the Council Hall opened again.

Outside stood seven figures faintly emanating terrifying auras.

They were the seven great consecrators of the Worship Hall.

The many elders who had been waiting quietly all turned their gazes outside. The next moment, they sprang to their feet and respectfully bowed, shouting, "Greetings, esteemed Consecrators!"

Upon seeing Qian Daoliu and Jin E again, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard still felt lingering fear, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

The seven great consecrators nodded together in acknowledgment.

Then, under the gazes of the many elders, Qian Daoliu led the other six consecrators toward the seven seats at the very front in order.

Arriving before the seat of honor, Qian Daoliu first swept his gaze over the room. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he said calmly, "Sit."

Qian Daoliu then took his seat first.

Only after Qian Daoliu had sat down did everyone else take their seats.

After everyone was seated, Qian Daoliu clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on the table, and said calmly:

"This elders' meeting has been convened."

"For one matter only."

"The Pope has fallen. The position of Pope cannot remain vacant, and a new Pope must be chosen."

"If you have any thoughts, feel free to raise them."

"So it really is about selecting a Pope." Everyone had long guessed and understood the Grand Consecrator's purpose in convening the elders' meeting.

For a long while, no one spoke, and the hall became somewhat quiet.

Seeing that no one spoke, the Third Consecrator decided to step forward and break the awkward silence.

He first let out a soft sigh, then spoke in a distant tone and voiced his opinion. "I propose that the Grand Consecrator resume the position of Pope!"

At his words, everyone turned to look at the Third Consecrator.

Seeing that he had drawn everyone's attention, the Third Consecrator continued, "The Grand Consecrator was the previous Pope. He can fully take charge of the position again."

"The Grand Consecrator truly is the best candidate!"

"I agree!"

"Agreed!"

Other than Qian Daoliu and Jin E, the remaining consecrators and elders all voiced their approval after hearing the Third Consecrator's proposal.

"Ahem—. Everyone, please remain calm. Allow this old man to say a few words."

At that moment, Jin E gave a light cough and signaled for everyone to quiet down. "I recommend that the Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong, succeed to the position of Pope. The Grand Consecrator has duties of his own to fulfill. The Holy Maiden Bibi Dong is a fine candidate."

After hearing Jin E's words, the Third Consecrator frowned slightly, expressing some doubt.

"Second Worship, the Holy Maiden is still lacking in seniority. Is she not too young? Over the years, she has barely participated in handling Spirit Hall's affairs. Can she truly take on the role? Although the Holy Maiden's talent is quite good, I heard that she only broke through to the Title Douluo realm four years ago. Her strength is not particularly impressive either. If she becomes Pope, I fear it will be difficult for her to convince those below."

"It is not a problem."

Jin E glanced around the room and spoke evenly. "Before his death, the Pope had always cultivated her as the next Pope. She may be somewhat unfamiliar with handling administrative affairs at first."

"However, that is no concern. Do we not still have the Hall Elders? In the beginning, the Hall Elders can handle the affairs and teach her along the way. Once she becomes proficient, everything can be handed over to her."

"As for the Holy Maiden's strength..."

"There is something everyone needs to know. The Holy Maiden is now a Level 97 Super Douluo."

"The Grand Consecrator can testify to this."

"What? Level 97?" The Third Consecrator's eyes widened in horror, nearly bulging from their sockets. "How is that possible? Didn't she only break through to Title Douluo four years ago?"

The Third Consecrator felt as though he had lived his entire life for nothing.

He had struggled for nearly a lifetime, with ninety percent of his body already in the grave, before barely managing to break through to Level 97.

The Third Consecrator felt that his heart could hardly take it.

"Ah—! Th-this..."

Yue Guan's reaction was even worse than the Third Consecrator's. He was utterly dumbfounded with shock, his mouth hanging wide open as a shrill cry escaped him. His jaw nearly dislocated.

His shout immediately drew many eyes.

Qian Daoliu, seated at the head of the table, frowned and looked over as well.

Yue Guan jolted in fright. Realizing that the occasion was inappropriate, he hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands.

Yue Guan knew very well exactly when the Holy Maiden had broken through to Title Douluo.

Because he had been present at the time.

The Holy Maiden had broken through to Title Douluo under his personal protection.

That cultivation speed is too terrifying, too fast. Comparing people really can make one furious!

While shocked, Yue Guan was green with envy.