Meeting Qian Daoliu and Winning His Favor!

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Ye Xuan knew perfectly well that the title of Spirit Hall's Holy Son was little more than an empty name. What truly mattered were the resources he could obtain under that title.

With enough cultivation resources, he could far outstrip the other geniuses.

Only when his strength was enough to crush everyone else would his title as Holy Son be secure.

Everything he was doing now was a path Bibi Dong had walked before him.

He had no background and no connections. All he had was the talent he could bring to the table for now.

Ye Xuan rose and left Pope Palace.

However.

Before he had even left the grounds of Pope Palace, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice sounded by his ear.

"Ye Xuan, someone's coming."

Before Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had even finished speaking, Ye Xuan saw a middle-aged man in gilded worship robes blocking his way.

Seeing the man's attire and the plaque at his waist, Ye Xuan hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Ye Xuan pays his respects to the Seventh Worship."

Spirit Hall had seven Worships, all of them above the rank of Super Douluo.

The man standing before him was the Seventh Worship, Falling Devil Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Coiling Dragon Staff.

"Heh, no need for such formalities, lad. We Worships have heard about you, too. I came to find you today mainly because the Grand Pontiff wants to meet you."

As he spoke, Falling Devil Douluo didn't wait for Ye Xuan to react. He simply grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him up.

In the blink of an eye,

the scene before Ye Xuan's eyes spun by at dizzying speed. When he came to, he found himself in the Worship Hall, a place he had never set foot in before.

"Second Brother, I've brought Ye Xuan."

As Ye Xuan's feet touched the ground again, he saw an old man with a head of white hair and beard standing before the Seventh Worship, Falling Devil Douluo.

Though he was an old man, the light that seemed to shimmer around him and his robust frame were imposing, and a faint pressure of vitality radiated from his body.

"Mm. Seventh, go back and cultivate. I'll take him to see Big Brother."

At his words, Falling Devil Douluo left at once.

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo lowered his eyes to Ye Xuan. Curiosity lingered between his brows, along with a few... indescribable emotions.

"Come with me."

Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't bother with small talk. He simply led Ye Xuan deeper into the Worship Hall.

"Big Brother, I've brought him."

It was a vast chamber suffused with the elements of light and fire.

The moment Ye Xuan entered, he felt his body grow a little lighter.

At the center of the chamber, an old man with a dignified face and white hair and beard sat quietly.

Sensing their arrival, he slowly opened his pale-golden eyes. His imposing presence made Ye Xuan's heart tighten.

Good heavens.

After all these years in Spirit Hall, this was the first time Ye Xuan had seen the Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu in person.

But he had to admit, though Qian Daoliu was advanced in years, his Level 99 Limit Douluo cultivation kept his appearance fixed at around twenty-six or twenty-seven.

"You're Bibi Dong's second disciple, Ye Xuan—the one who subdued two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?"

Qian Daoliu slowly rose to his feet. His whole being seemed effortlessly perfect, as though he had been made by nature itself.

"That's right. Luck played a big part, but I did subdue two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts."

Standing before Qian Daoliu, Ye Xuan would have been lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

"Bring them both out."

At Qian Daoliu's words, Ye Xuan released his Martial Soul.

In the next moment, two "white Soul Rings" appeared behind him, and Xiao Wu and Sky Dream Ice Silkworm appeared before him.

"Huh? Where are we?"

Xiao Wu looked around, bewildered.

But when she saw Qian Daoliu, a hint of confusion entered her eyes.

For some reason, she felt she had seen this white-haired old man before.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, meanwhile, immediately hid behind Ye Xuan, watching Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo with a hint of wariness.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo were both curious to see Ye Xuan summon the two of them.

Qian Daoliu most of all.

He had originally thought Ye Xuan's success in subduing Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, was a fluke, and that in time Ye Xuan would fade into the crowd.

But when he learned that Ye Xuan had also subdued Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast whose origin power had been damaged, Ye Xuan had once again caught his attention.

Even so, Ye Xuan still hadn't impressed him.

Not until two years later, when Ye Xuan's Soul Power broke through to level twenty-nine and he took part in this year's Spirit Hall Golden Generation trial.

Then Qian Daoliu saw Ye Xuan's talent and ambition.

In the next instant, a pale-golden light surged from Qian Daoliu and enveloped Ye Xuan, Xiao Wu, and Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

Under the pressure of this Soul Power, the three of them felt an absolutely terrifying force bearing down on them.

After a long while,

Qian Daoliu withdrew his power.

His usually stern face showed a rare smile.

"Not bad."

"These two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts you subdued really can grow alongside you. Your cultivation speed is enough to astonish even me."

Hearing Qian Daoliu's praise, Ye Xuan merely nodded.

"You flatter me, Grand Pontiff."

Qian Daoliu shook his head.

"No, that's no exaggeration. With your talent, you'll break through to Soul Elder in less than a year. By the time you're twelve, you may well reach Soul Ancestor."

"Your senior sister had only just reached Soul Elder when she was twelve."

But soon, Qian Daoliu suddenly changed the subject.

A trace of curiosity entered his gaze as he looked at Ye Xuan.

"Ye Xuan, have you found a suitable Soul Ring for your third?"

At Qian Daoliu's sudden question, the corner of Ye Xuan's eye twitched.

Still, he made no attempt to hide it.

"Grand Pontiff, I've already found a suitable Soul Ring for my third."

Qian Daoliu seemed even more curious.

"Another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

"That's right. To be precise, it's a dead Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that's clinging to its last breath through its natural talent."

There were many things about Ye Xuan's words that defied common sense.

But Qian Daoliu didn't question him. Instead, a little more approval crept into his gaze.

"Ye Xuan, have you ever thought of giving all nine of your Soul Rings Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?"

At Qian Daoliu's question, a confident smile touched Ye Xuan's lips.

"What you say is exactly what I have in mind, Grand Pontiff. Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings may sound like a distant dream, but I've already fused with two. A man only lives once; I should give it my all and take a chance."