Holy Son Arrives in Nuoding City, Reveals Twin Martial Souls

Inside the main hall of the Pope Palace, there was not a single sound.

Bibi Dong's Pope Scepter scraped lightly against the floor.

It emitted a faint, dry rasp.

She stared intently at Su Chen.

The name Yu Xiaogang.

It had always been a taboo within the Pope Palace.

No one dared to mention it lightly in her presence.

Let alone threaten to ruin his reputation.

"He is, after all, from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family."

Bibi Dong's voice was somewhat low.

"If you move against him, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family will likely not sit idly by. This would bring unnecessary trouble to the Martial Soul Hall."

Su Chen's expression remained indifferent.

He took a step forward.

"Teacher, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family cast him out long ago."

"He is now nothing more than a piece of trash living off the low-level subsidies of the Martial Soul Hall."

Su Chen's tone carried undisguised contempt.

"The most critical point is that he stole top-secret documents from the Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion and repackaged them as his own Ten Core Competencies."

"He uses the Martial Soul Hall's own property to build his reputation as the so-called Grandmaster."

"This is not just theft; it is a grave provocation to the dignity of the Martial Soul Hall."

Su Chen looked directly into Bibi Dong's eyes.

"If we do not punish him, outsiders will think the Martial Soul Hall is weak and easily bullied, allowing a plagiarist to remain at large."

Bibi Dong's fingers, gripping the scepter, turned slightly white.

Su Chen's words were like a sharp blade.

They precisely struck the core interests of the Martial Soul Hall.

She could not refute them.

And she did not want to.

Yu Xiaogang had left without a word all those years ago.

He had even turned around and ended up with Liu Erlong.

That old flame had long since transformed into an obsession and resentment that was difficult to let go of over the long years.

"How many men do you need?"

Bibi Dong finally relented.

She leaned back into the Pope Throne.

She regained the coldness of the supreme ruler.

"Not many. Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?"

Su Chen replied.

"Just give me a squad of high-level Temple Knights and have a Soul Douluo-level bishop lead them."

"Very well. This Seat grants it."

Bibi Dong waved her hand.

"You are now the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son; all branch halls across the continent must obey your command."

"Do it cleanly. Don't let outsiders make a joke of the Martial Soul Hall."

"Many thanks, Teacher."

Su Chen bowed slightly.

He turned and strode out of the main hall.

The heavy doors slowly pulled open behind him.

Dazzling sunlight spilled once more onto his black brocade robes.

The moment he crossed the threshold.

The mechanical prompt of the system rang in his mind right on cue.

"Ding. Detected that the host has actively initiated the plot to suppress the Child of Destiny and the hypocritical supporting character."

"God-Level Choice System has triggered a chain mission."

"Mission Part One: Head to Nuoding City, publicly expose the plagiarism and flaws in Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competencies, and shatter his Grandmaster facade."

[Mission Phase 2: On the first day of the new semester at Nuoding Academy, forcefully suppress the Son of Destiny, Tang San. Seize his initial portion of destiny.]

[Reward for completing Phase 1: A clue to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, 500,000 Gold Soul Coins.]

[Reward for completing Phase 2: Increased fusion rate for Twin Martial Souls. One random High-Xuan Grade Soul Skill.]

Su Chen watched the pale blue light screen pop up at the edge of his vision.

A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

The system mission aligned perfectly with his plans.

Nuoding City.

That pair of hypocritical master and disciple.

Their good days were coming to an end.

Two days later.

On the border of Fasinuo Province.

Along the wide official road leading to Nuoding City.

A small but menacing convoy was galloping at high speed.

At the very front were fifty fully armed Temple Knights.

Each of them rode a Scaled Horse possessing the bloodline of a century-old soul beast.

Their heavy silver armor refracted a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

Every individual exuded a powerful soul power fluctuation of at least the Soul Ancestor level.

In the center of the convoy.

Was a luxurious carriage pulled by four pure-blooded Black Scaled Dragon Horses.

The carriage was crafted entirely from top-grade, dark-gold Deep Yin Wood.

The sides of the carriage were carved with the Six-Winged Angel emblem, representing the supreme authority of the Martial Soul Hall.

Beside the carriage.

A Cardinal rode a tall horse, acting as an escort.

He was an eighty-third-level Soul Douluo.

A trusted subordinate of Salas.

Specifically dispatched by Bibi Dong to be responsible for Su Chen's daily needs and security during this trip.

Inside the carriage.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on a soft animal-hide cushion.

His eyes were slightly closed.

The Chaos God-Demon Art circulated steadily within his body.

Having absorbed two soul rings that surpassed his current rank.

His soul power was now abundant.

It was increasing slowly and continuously at every moment.

"Your Highness, Holy Son. We are ten miles away from Nuoding City."

The Cardinal reported respectfully from outside the carriage window.

"The City Lord of Nuoding City and Ma Xiunuo, the Hall Master of the local Martial Soul Branch, have already led the city's high-ranking officials to wait at the city gate to welcome you."

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes.

Black and white light flickered and vanished in the depths of his pupils.

"Inform them. There is no need for those flashy ceremonies."

Su Chen's voice drifted out through the carriage.

"Go straight to the Martial Soul Branch. Seal the city gates and clear out all irrelevant personnel."

"As you command."

The Cardinal immediately raised his right hand.

He performed a specific soul power gesture.

The Temple Knights in front accelerated instantly.

Transforming into a silver torrent of steel.

They charged directly toward Nuoding City.

At this moment, outside Nuoding City.

The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

The city gates were tightly shut.

The usually bustling merchants and passing commoners had all been cleared away to a distance of several miles.

The Nuoding City Lord stood in the center of the city gate, dressed in his magnificent noble attire.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead incessantly.

Beside him stood Ma Xiunuo, the branch hall master of the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch Hall.

This elderly Spirit Master was equally nervous, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

He did not even dare to breathe too heavily.

Behind them were hundreds of City Defense Army soldiers and low-level deacons from the Martial Soul Hall.

Everyone stood straight under the scorching sun.

The sudden arrival of the Holy Son, the core of the highest power within the Martial Soul Hall, in such a small border city was, to them, an event as cataclysmic as the sky collapsing.

Even the slightest lapse in hospitality could cost them their heads at any moment.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

On the distant horizon, a thin silver line appeared.

Accompanied by the rhythmic, heavy sound of synchronized hoofbeats, an aura of chilling slaughter surged toward them.

"They're here. Everyone, kneel!"

The Nuoding City Lord's legs went weak, and he was the first to prostrate himself on the ground.

Ma Xiunuo and the hundreds of people behind him knelt on one knee in perfect unison.

Their heads were bowed low, their eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

A moment later, fifty Temple Knights pulled sharply on their reins before the city gate.

The warhorses reared up, letting out a synchronized neigh.

The oppressive force of their formidable spirit power left the Nuoding City Lord unable to even catch his breath.

The luxurious dark-gold carriage slowly came to a halt.

The Cardinal dismounted and walked to the carriage, personally opening the door.

Su Chen stepped out of the carriage, his Holy Son Ceremonial Robe with black fabric and gold embroidery swaying gently in the breeze.

He looked down from his position of superiority at the high-ranking officials of Nuoding City kneeling across the ground.

He did not speak immediately.

The air seemed to solidify.

The Nuoding City Lord felt the clothes on his back had been completely soaked through with sweat.

"Depart. To the branch hall."

Su Chen ignored the Nuoding City Lord, issuing his command directly to the Cardinal.

He then sat back inside the carriage.

The carriage rolled slowly past the kneeling crowd.

The sound of the wheels grinding against the stone road struck at the nerves of everyone present.

It was not until the entire procession had passed through the city gate.

Only then did Ma Xiunuo dare to reach up and wipe the sweat from his face.

He scrambled up from the floor in a hurry.

He signaled for his subordinate deacons to follow the motorcade.

Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch Hall.

This was the most magnificent building in the city.

Yet, compared to the Pope Palace in Martial Soul City.

This place was as crude as a country shed.

Inside the branch hall's council chamber.

Su Chen walked straight to the main seat that originally belonged to Ma Xiunuo and sat down.

The Cardinal and two fully armed Temple Knights stood guard on either side.

Ma Xiunuo, along with several high-ranking officials of the branch hall, stood trembling in the center of the hall.

"Ma Xiunuo."

Su Chen spoke.

His voice echoed through the spacious hall.

"This subordinate is here."

Ma Xiunuo shuddered all over.

He immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"Bring me all the files for the commoners who underwent martial soul awakening under the responsibility of Martial Soul Hall within the Fasinuo Province this year."

Su Chen went straight to the point.

He did not come here to inspect the work.

He came to find Tang San.

"As you command. Please wait a moment, Your Highness."

Ma Xiunuo dared not ask a single extra question.

He immediately beckoned for a clerk to come over.

In less than ten minutes.

Three thick stacks of parchment files were brought to the long table in front of Su Chen.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, a total of five thousand six hundred children of age underwent martial soul awakening in the Fasinuo Province this year."

Ma Xiunuo reported with his head lowered.

"Among them, only two hundred and twelve children possessed soul power, with the highest innate soul power being level six."

Su Chen did not flip through those files.

His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden table.

"No Innate Full Soul Power?"

Ma Xiunuo was stunned.

He recalled carefully.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"Reporting to Your Highness, there was indeed one."

"A few days ago, Deacon Su Yuntao, who was responsible for going to the surrounding villages for awakenings, brought back a special report."

"A child with Innate Full Soul Power appeared in Holy Soul Village."

Ma Xiunuo's tone carried a hint of disbelief.

"But that child's martial soul is the standard trash martial soul, Blue Silver Grass."

Upon hearing this name.

Su Chen's fingers, which were tapping on the table, stopped.

Found him.

"Bring Su Yuntao here."

Su Chen leaned back against the chair.

His gaze was icy.

"Also, find that awakening certificate."

A few minutes later.

A young deacon of medium build and ordinary appearance was carried directly into the hall by two Temple Knights.

Su Yuntao was currently filled with terror.

He did not know what mistake he had committed.

To think he had actually alarmed the high and mighty Holy Son to summon him in person.

"Subordinate Su Yuntao, pays respects to the Holy Son."

Su Yuntao knelt on both knees.

His forehead pressed firmly against the cold floor tiles.

Ma Xiunuo rummaged through a pile of files and retrieved a piece of parchment stamped with the seal of the Martial Soul Hall.

He respectfully handed it to Su Chen's side.

Su Chen picked up the parchment.

It was clearly written upon it:

Name: Tang San.

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass.

Soul Power: Innate Full Soul Power, Level Ten.

Awakener: Su Yuntao.

Su Chen looked at this awakening certificate that had set the entire plot of the original work into motion.

A mocking sneer curled the corners of his lips.

He tossed the parchment onto the tabletop.

His gaze locked onto the kneeling Su Yuntao from a position of absolute superiority.

"Su Yuntao."

Su Chen's voice was not loud.

Yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.

"You filled out this certificate with your own hands."

Su Yuntao trembled all over.

He hurriedly replied.

"Reporting to Your Highness, it was indeed written by this subordinate. There is not the slightest falsehood. When that child was tested, the crystal ball truly shone with a blinding light. It was absolutely full soul power."

Su Chen let out a cold laugh.

"I didn't say you faked it."

"I am asking you, is your head filled with nothing but paste?"

Su Yuntao abruptly raised his head.

His eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

Ma Xiunuo and the Cardinal standing nearby were also stunned.

They did not understand why the Holy Son had suddenly lashed out.

"A Blue Silver Grass, the most standard of trash martial souls."

Su Chen slowly stood up.

He walked to the edge of the long table.

"In the history of the Douluo Continent, has there ever been a single Blue Silver Grass martial soul that possessed innate soul power?"

Su Yuntao stammered in his reply.

"Re—reporting to Your Highness, never. The Blue Silver Grass is recognized as a trash martial soul."

"Since there has never been one."

Su Chen's gaze became incomparably sharp.

"Then how could this child named Tang San rely on a single stalk of Blue Silver Grass to contain ten levels of Innate Full Soul Power?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

The Cardinal's brows locked tightly together.

As a Soul Douluo, he immediately realized the irrationality of this issue.

The magnitude of innate soul power is absolutely proportional to the quality of the martial soul.

This is the most basic common sense in the world of soul masters.

Only a powerful martial soul can nurture a high level of innate soul power.

How could a weed with no vitality to speak of contain the massive energy of full soul power within its body?

It is like using a thin paper cup.

To hold boiling magma.

The paper cup would be burned through in an instant.

The only explanation is.

There is another incredibly sturdy container.

Bearing the weight of the magma for this paper cup.

Su Chen did not give them time to think.

He directly pierced through to the truth.

"If Blue Silver Grass cannot withstand full soul power, then it proves that there is definitely more than just this one martial soul within his body."

Su Chen's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Anything capable of birthing Innate Full Soul Power at level ten must be at least a top-tier tool martial soul or a supreme beast martial soul."

"This Tang San is a Twin Martial Souls user."

Twin Martial Souls.

These four words exploded like a thunderclap in the ears of Ma Xiunuo and Su Yuntao.

Su Yuntao opened his eyes wide in terror.

He recalled the scene during the awakening at Holy Soul Village that day.

When that child named Tang San awakened his Blue Silver Grass.

His left hand had been tightly clenched the entire time.

He had even kept it hidden behind his back.

At the time, he had been too busy being shocked by the Innate Full Soul Power.

He had completely failed to notice that tiny detail.

"This subordinate deserves to die; this subordinate is blind."

Su Yuntao's guts were turning green with regret.

If he had discovered the Twin Martial Souls back then.

And reported it to the higher-ups of Martial Soul Hall.

It would have been a monumental achievement.

Yet, he had let this opportunity slip through his fingers for nothing.

Su Chen looked at Su Yuntao coldly.

"You truly deserve to die. A genius with Twin Martial Souls, possessing immense value for recruitment, slipped through the fingers of Martial Soul Hall simply because of your ignorance."

Su Yuntao was so frightened he collapsed to the floor.

His face was ashen.

Ma Xiunuo hurriedly knelt to plead for his subordinate.

"Your Eminence, please calm your anger. Since his background has been uncovered, this subordinate will immediately dispatch the City Defense Army to Holy Soul Village to forcibly bring that child back for you to deal with."

"No need."

Su Chen sat back down in his chair.

"He is no longer in Holy Soul Village."

Su Chen took a piece of intelligence that had just been delivered from the Cardinal.

"The intelligence shows that Old Jack from Holy Soul Village has already brought Tang San into Nuoding City with a work-study student quota."

"Tomorrow is the opening day of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy."

Su Chen's eyes grew deep and inscrutable.

Everything was proceeding according to the original timeline.

The first meeting between Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

Would take place tomorrow in front of the gates of Nuoding Academy.

That hypocrite, Grandmaster.

He was the one who, by seeing this certificate of Innate Full Soul Power.

Deduced that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.

And thereby shamelessly insisted on taking Tang San as his disciple.

"Grandmaster, Ten Core Competencies, Twin Martial Souls."

A cold smile curled the corners of Su Chen's mouth.

He raised his head.

He looked toward the Cardinal standing to the side.

"Pass on my order: seal off the news of my arrival in Nuoding City."

"Withdraw the entire City Defense Army back to their barracks. Do not allow any commotion on the streets."

The Cardinal respectfully acknowledged the order.

"Your Highness, shall we go directly to the academy tomorrow to seize him?"

"Seize him? That would be too dull."

Su Chen toyed with the Void Ring on his thumb.

"Doesn't that piece of trash who calls himself Grandmaster love to show off his knowledge the most?"

"Prepare the carriage."

Su Chen issued his final command directly.

"Tomorrow morning, we go to Nuoding Academy."

"I want to, in front of the entire faculty and student body,"

"thoroughly trample that so-called Grandmaster, along with the theories he prides himself on, into the mud."