Please, Pope, Give Me an Explanation!

As a transmigrator, Chu Feng knew everything he was supposed to know.

Of course, he also knew things he wasn't supposed to know.

For example, the Silver Dragon King was sleeping beneath the Lake of Life. Although the laws of the God Realm stipulated that gods could not interfere in the affairs of other planes, gods could exploit loopholes themselves, and the law enforcer Asura God could abuse his power to interfere.

There was also the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the Far North, and the Sun-Moon Continent on the other side of the ocean...!

"Hmm! If the conditions are right, one should indeed absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast ring."

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and a 99,999-year soul ring, although there is only a one-year difference."

"But the soul skills and bonuses these two provide to a Spirit Master are vastly different!"

"No matter how powerful a 99,999-year soul ring is, it is still a black soul ring, while a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is a red soul ring!"

His friend agreed with Chu Feng's words.

He then realized that the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape were two soul beasts, and Chu Feng only had one martial soul, requiring only one soul ring.

So, he asked in confusion: "The Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape are two soul beasts, but your ninth soul ring only needs one. Doesn't that seem like one too many?!"

"Are you stupid!?" Chu Feng looked at his friend as if he were an idiot and said, "I never said I had to hunt both soul beasts."

Chu Feng was very suspicious of the other person.

What kind of magical brain could lead him to ask such a divine question?

For a moment, Chu Feng really wondered if he had gone to a "moron bar" for advanced studies.

Friend: "..."

This...!

He realized belatedly that he had indeed just asked a very idiotic question.

It was as if he had tossed his brain away.

That's right, although there were two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, Chu Feng only needed one soul ring, so couldn't he just hunt one of them?

Furthermore, even if he hunted both the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape, couldn't he just choose the soul ring that was more suitable for his martial soul and discard the other?

"But will the Pope send Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo with you?" his friend thought for a moment and asked a very realistic question.

"The Pope has Twin Martial Souls. Although her first martial soul is already filled with soul rings, her second martial soul's soul rings are not yet full."

"I heard inside information that the Pope has been saving the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape for herself."

"She wants to wait for the right time to hunt them and make them the soul rings for her second martial soul!"

"She will agree!" Chu Feng's voice was very firm, carrying an unquestionable persuasive power.

Bibi Dong wouldn't agree? Don't joke!

Chu Feng wouldn't give her the chance to refuse, and besides, he wasn't discussing it with her; applying to her was just to give the Pope face.

If she didn't want the face, then he wouldn't give it to her either.

As a disciple of Qian Daoliu, his backer was Qian Daoliu.

If Bibi Dong didn't agree and rejected his application, wanting to keep the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape for herself, then sorry, he would just have to go to Qian Daoliu to ask for Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

His friend was full of confusion.

He didn't know where Chu Feng got his confidence, or why he thought the Pope would definitely give them to him.

However, hearing the unquestionable tone of the other person, he didn't say anything more.

"Have you heard?"

As Chu Feng and his friend entered the Pope Palace, two people suddenly walked out from the side, talking to each other.

Chu Feng didn't care at first, but their words mentioned the Pope's mental state.

This caught his attention.

"What were you just saying about the Pope?" Chu Feng stopped one of them and asked.

The person who was suddenly stopped frowned slightly and said tentatively, "You don't know?"

Chu Feng was confused. What did he know? What was he supposed to know?

"Know what?" Chu Feng asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, the other person was silent for a while.

Looking at Chu Feng, his gaze shifted from doubt to certainty.

"Have you not been in Martial Soul City lately!"

Chu Feng shook his head.

He had been in Martial Soul City the whole time, but he had been in seclusion for cultivation.

So, in fact, it was no different from not being there.

Seeing that the other person had been in Martial Soul City the whole time, the man's eyes became even more puzzled.

"That shouldn't be right. If you've been in Martial Soul City the whole time, how could you not know?"

The other party looked at the Martial Soul Hall uniform on Chu Feng and appeared completely unable to fathom the situation.

"What exactly is the matter?" The other party kept beating around the bush and refused to get to the point, which started to annoy Chu Feng.

If this matter wasn't mentioned, they were just feeling a bit of resentment, but as soon as Chu Feng asked, they were suddenly filled with righteous indignation.

The man clenched his fists, his voice filled with resentment.

"What else could it be? It's obviously about the Honorary Elder!"

"You wouldn't know, the Pope actually appointed a Soul Grand Master who isn't even level 30 as an Honorary Elder!"

"A piece of trash under level 30, what right does he have to be an Honorary Elder of Martial Soul Hall? Riding on the heads of us Soul Kings and Soul Emperors!"

"Exactly, he may have proposed the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls, but isn't that stuff common knowledge known to all soul masters?" another Martial Soul Hall Deacon said indignantly.

The mere thought of having a Soul Grand Master under level 30 above him made him feel stifled.

What was the point of all his hard work in cultivation?

Wasn't it to become someone superior, to throw his weight around those weaker than him and make them grovel at his feet?

Yet now, a Soul Grand Master under level 30 had climbed above them, the Soul Kings and Soul Emperors.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling that Bibi Dong was an incompetent Pope.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng was stunned, and long-buried memories flooded back into his mind like a tide.

In the original story, relying on the Martial Soul Hall Elder token given by Tang Hao and the protection of that foolish woman Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang's status had transformed overnight from an ordinary person into an Honorary Elder of Martial Soul Hall, gaining supreme honor.

When he read the novel in the past, Chu Feng didn't think much of it.

Now that he had transmigrated and spent over twenty years struggling and climbing his way up, heaven had finally rewarded his efforts, and he had reached the level of a Quasi-Title Douluo, on the verge of becoming a high-ranking official with real power in Martial Soul Hall—the Eighth Elder.

As it turned out, before he could even take his seat as the Eighth Elder, that freeloader Yu Xiaogang had intercepted it!

Although the number of Martial Soul Hall Elders was determined by the number of Title Douluo, and he could still become the Ninth Elder since Yu Xiaogang had taken the eighth spot, Chu Feng was simply unhappy.

Why should a piece of trash under level 30 be ranked ahead of him?

Wasn't this an insult to him?

Furthermore, this Eighth Elder position held by Yu Xiaogang was stolen from him, Chu Feng.

If not for Bibi Dong's backroom dealings, this Eighth Elder position would have been his.

"Chu Feng, are you alright?" His friend, having learned this news, felt some concern for Chu Feng and asked weakly.

Chu Feng had always wanted to become an Elder of Martial Soul Hall and had been working hard toward that dream.

He knew this well.

Now that he had finally achieved his wish and reached the level of a Quasi-Title Douluo, and was about to become a Title Douluo, the Eighth Elder position he had been certain of had been snatched away.

Not only was it gone, but a piece of trash with strength far inferior to his own was sitting in it.

He could well imagine Chu Feng's current mood.