Meeting Qian Daoliu, Earning His Admiration!

"This disciple thanks Teacher!"

Ye Xuan knew very well in his heart that the title of Martial Soul Hall Saint Son was merely a hollow name; what truly held significance were the practical resources gained under that title.

As long as he possessed sufficient cultivation resources, his strength could far surpass that of other geniuses.

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

Everything he was doing now was the same path that Bibi Dong had once walked.

Without background, without connections, all he had was the talent he could currently show off.

Ye Xuan rose and left the Pope Palace.

However.

Before he had even left the perimeter of the Pope Palace, the voice of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm rang in Ye Xuan's ears.

"Ye Xuan, someone is coming."

Before Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice had even faded, Ye Xuan saw a middle-aged man dressed in gilded Worship robes blocking his path.

Seeing the other party's attire and the plaque at his waist, Ye Xuan hurriedly cupped his hands in a bow.

"Ye Xuan pays respects to the Seventh Worship."

Martial Soul Hall had seven Worships, all of whom possessed strength above the Super Douluo level.

The man standing before him was the Seventh Worship, Falling Devil Douluo, who possessed the Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul.

"Hehe, no need for such formalities, little Ye. We Worships have long heard of your affairs. I've come to find you today mainly because the Grand Pontiff wishes to see you."

As he spoke, before Ye Xuan could react, Falling Devil Douluo grabbed him by the back of his collar and hoisted him up.

Immediately following.

Ye Xuan only felt the scenery before him shifting rapidly. When he regained his senses, he discovered he had already arrived at the Worship Hall, a place he had never set foot in before.

"Second Brother, I have brought Ye Xuan here."

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

Though he was an old man, the aura surrounding him and his physique were incredibly robust, and a faint pressure of blood and vitality radiated from his body.

"Mm, Seventh, you go back to your cultivation. I will take him to see the Eldest Brother."

Hearing his words, Falling Devil Douluo left the area directly.

The Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, lowered his eyes to look at Ye Xuan, his brows carrying a hint of curiosity, yet also containing a... indescribable emotion.

"Follow me."

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not waste words with Ye Xuan, leading him directly toward the deeper parts of the Worship Hall.

"Eldest Brother, I have brought the person to you."

This was a vast space filled with elements of light and fire.

The moment Ye Xuan arrived here, he could feel his body becoming a bit lighter.

In the center of this space, an old man with a dignified appearance and white hair and beard sat in silent meditation.

Sensing their arrival, a pair of pale golden eyes slowly opened. The naturally imposing aura made Ye Xuan's heart tighten slightly.

Good grief.

Having been in Martial Soul Hall for so many years, this was his first time seeing the true face of the Grand Pontiff, Qian Daoliu.

But it had to be said, although Qian Daoliu was old, with the support of his own level 99 Limit Douluo cultivation, his appearance had always been maintained at that of a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old.

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

Qian Daoliu slowly stood up, his entire being giving off a feeling of natural perfection.

"That is correct. Although there was a large element of luck involved, I did indeed subdue two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts."

Standing before Qian Daoliu, it would be a lie to say Ye Xuan wasn't nervous.

"Release them both."

Hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Ye Xuan directly released his martial soul.

Immediately following, two "white soul rings" appeared behind him, and Xiao Wu and Sky Dream Ice Silkworm appeared before him.

"Eh? Where is this place?"

Xiao Wu looked at the surrounding environment, feeling somewhat bewildered.

However, when she saw Qian Daoliu, her eyes held a hint of confusion.

Because she always felt as if she had seen this white-haired old man somewhere before.

As for Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, he hid behind Ye Xuan at the first opportunity, his gaze filled with vigilance as he looked at Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Seeing Ye Xuan summon the two of them, both Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo felt a surge of curiosity.

Especially Qian Daoliu.

He had originally assumed that Ye Xuan's ability to subdue Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, was merely a fluke, and believed that he would eventually fade into obscurity.

However, it was not until he learned that Ye Xuan had also subdued the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with a damaged origin, that Ye Xuan returned to his focus once more.

Even so, Ye Xuan still did not catch his eye.

It was only two years later, when Ye Xuan's soul power broke through to level twenty-nine and he participated in this year's Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation assessment, that he truly took notice.

He saw Ye Xuan's talent and ambition.

In the next second, a pale golden light instantly surged from Qian Daoliu's body, enveloping Ye Xuan, Xiao Wu, and the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

Feeling this suppression of soul power, all three of them sensed a terrifying pressure.

A long while passed.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his power.

His usually stern face revealed a rare smile.

"Not bad."

"The two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts you have subdued are indeed capable of growing alongside you, and your cultivation speed is enough to make even me marvel."

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

"The Grand Pontiff is too kind."

However, Qian Daoliu shook his head.

"No, this is not mere flattery. With your talent, you will be able to break through to Soul Elder within a year, and it is very likely you will reach the realm of Soul Ancestor by the age of twelve."

"You must know that your senior sister only just managed to break through to Soul Elder at the age of twelve."

But soon, Qian Daoliu suddenly shifted the topic.

His gaze toward Ye Xuan carried a hint of curiosity.

"Ye Xuan, I wonder if you have any leads on your third soul ring?"

Hearing this sudden inquiry from Qian Daoliu, the corner of Ye Xuan's eye twitched slightly.

However, he did not hide the truth.

"Reporting to the Grand Pontiff, this one already has a lead on his third soul ring."

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Qian Daoliu seemed even more curious.

"Is it also a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

"That is correct. To be precise, it is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that has already died, yet is clinging to its final breath through its own innate talent."

There were many points in Ye Xuan's statement that defied common sense.

Yet, Qian Daoliu did not press for details, though his gaze toward Ye Xuan grew increasingly satisfied.

"Ye Xuan, have you ever considered equipping all nine of your soul rings with Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?"

Hearing Qian Daoliu's question, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth.

"What the Grand Pontiff speaks of is exactly what this one intends. Although Hundred-Thousand-Year soul rings sound ethereal and unattainable, this one has already fused with two. Since one is alive in this world, one should naturally strive for it at least once."