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 Divine Realm's laws decreed that gods couldn't interfere in the affairs of other planes, they could find loopholes. The enforcer, Asura God, could abuse his authority and interfere for personal gain.
There was also the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the Far North, and the Sun-Moon Continent on the other side of the sea...!
"Hmm! If the conditions are right, you really should absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring."
"Although a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring and a ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-year Spirit Ring differ by only one year,
the Spirit Skills and boosts they give a Spirit Master are worlds apart!"
"A ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-year Spirit Ring is still black, no matter how powerful it is. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring is red!"
His friend agreed with Chu Feng.
Then he realized that the Sky Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape were two Spirit Beasts, while Chu Feng had only one Martial Soul and needed only one Spirit Ring.
Puzzled, he asked, "The Sky Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape are two Spirit Beasts, but you only need one Spirit Ring for your ninth. Doesn't that leave you with one Spirit Ring too many?!"
"Are you stupid or what?!" Chu Feng looked at his friend as if he were an idiot. "I never said I had to hunt both Spirit Beasts."
Chu Feng seriously doubted him.
What kind of extraordinary brain did it take to ask such a ridiculous question?
For a moment, Chu Feng genuinely wondered if his friend had gone off to study at "Idiot Bar."
His friend: "..."
This...!
Only belatedly did he realize that he really had just asked a stupid question.
It was as if he'd left his brain behind.
Right. There were two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts, but Chu Feng only needed one Spirit Ring. So why not just hunt one of them?
Besides, even if he hunted both the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape, couldn't he choose the Spirit Ring that suited his Martial Soul best and abandon the other?
"But would the Pope send Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo with you?" His friend thought it over and asked a very practical question.
"She has twin Martial Souls. Her first Martial Soul is already equipped with a full set of Spirit Rings, but her second one isn't.
"I heard from an insider that the Pope has been keeping the Sky Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape for herself. She wants to wait for the right moment to hunt them and make their Spirit Rings part of her second Martial Soul!"
"She'll agree," Chu Feng said with absolute certainty.
Bibi Dong wouldn't agree? What a joke!
Chu Feng wouldn't give her the chance to refuse. He wasn't asking her opinion; applying to her was simply a courtesy to preserve the Pope's dignity.
If she didn't want to preserve it, then he wouldn't either.
As Qian Daoliu's disciple, he had Qian Daoliu backing him.
If Bibi Dong disagreed, rejected his request, and insisted on keeping the Sky Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape for herself, then, well, he'd have no choice but to ask Qian Daoliu for Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
His friend was full of questions.
He had no idea where Chu Feng got his confidence, or why he was so sure the Pope would give the Spirit Beasts to him.
But Chu Feng's tone was so certain that his friend didn't say anything more.
"Have you heard?"
Chu Feng and his friend entered the Pope Palace. Two people came out nearby, talking to each other.
At first, Chu Feng paid them no attention, but then he heard them mention the Pope's poor judgment.
That caught his attention.
"What were you just saying about the Pope?" Chu Feng called out to one of them.
The man who'd been stopped frowned slightly and asked tentatively, "You don't know?"
Chu Feng was baffled. What was he supposed to know? What should he have known?
"Know what?" Chu Feng asked.
The man fell silent for a moment.
He looked at Chu Feng, his expression shifting from confusion to certainty.
"Have you been away from Spirit City lately?"
Chu Feng shook his head.
He'd been in Spirit City the whole time, just in closed-door cultivation.
So, really, it was almost the same as being away.
Seeing that Chu Feng had been in Spirit City all along, the man looked even more perplexed.
"That doesn't make sense. If you've been in Spirit City the whole time, how could you not know?"
He looked at Chu Feng's Spirit Hall uniform, seeming completely unable to understand.
"What's going on?" The man kept dancing around the issue without getting to the point, and Chu Feng was getting annoyed.
Before he brought it up, the two men had only been quietly angry. But as soon as Chu Feng asked, they became indignant.
The man clenched his fist, his voice filled with anger.
"What else? It's about the Honorary Elder!"
"You don't know? The Pope made a Soul Grandmaster who isn't even level thirty an Honorary Elder!"
"Some useless nobody who hasn't even reached level thirty—what right does he have to be Spirit Hall's Honorary Elder? He's been put above all of us Soul Kings and Soul Emperors!"
"Yes, he proposed the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls, but isn't that common knowledge to every Spirit Master?" another Martial Soul Hall Deacon said indignantly.
The thought of a Soul Grandmaster below level thirty being placed above him left him seething.
What had he worked so hard to cultivate for?
Wasn't it to stand above others, throw his weight around with people weaker than himself, and make them bow and scrape before him?
And now a Soul Grandmaster who hadn't even reached level thirty had been put above all of them, above the Soul Kings and Soul Emperors.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that Bibi Dong was unfit to be Pope.
Chu Feng was stunned. Memories he'd buried came flooding back.
In the original story, Yu Xiaogang had used the Spirit Hall Elder Token Tang Hao gave him, along with the protection of that foolish woman Bibi Dong, to transform himself from an ordinary man into Spirit Hall's Honorary Elder and claim an honor beyond measure.
When he'd read the novel before, Chu Feng hadn't thought much of it.
But now he'd transmigrated and spent more than twenty years struggling and working his way up. Heaven had finally rewarded his efforts: he'd reached Quasi-Title Douluo and was on the verge of becoming one of Spirit Hall's powerful leaders—the Eighth Elder.
Yet before he could even take his place as the Eighth Elder, Yu Xiaogang, that freeloader, had snatched it from him!
It was true that the number of Spirit Hall elders was determined by how many Titled Douluo it had. If Yu Xiaogang became the Eighth Elder, Chu Feng could become the Ninth Elder. But that didn't make him any less unhappy.
What gave a useless nobody who hadn't even reached level thirty the right to rank above him?
Wasn't this an insult?
And what was more, Yu Xiaogang had stolen the Eighth Elder's position that belonged to Chu Feng.
If Bibi Dong hadn't rigged things behind the scenes, the Eighth Elder would have been Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, are you okay?" His friend had heard the news and was worried about him. He asked timidly.
He knew Chu Feng had always wanted to become an elder of Spirit Hall and had worked toward that dream.
Now he'd finally reached Quasi-Title Douluo and was about to become a Titled Douluo, only for someone to steal the Eighth Elder's position he'd been certain was his.
Not only had he lost it, but some weakling far beneath him had taken it instead.
His friend could only imagine how Chu Feng felt now.
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