A Person of Great Destiny?

Qin Yao stopped in his tracks and looked up at the figures above, who were radiating terrifying pressure.

He cupped his hands, leaned forward slightly, and greeted them one by one: "Grandfather, Second Grandfather, Third Grandfather, Fifth Grandfather, Sixth Grandfather, Seventh Grandfather."

The moment these titles were spoken, Dugu Bo, who was following behind, felt his legs tremble violently.

Dugu Yan didn't even dare to breathe.

Except for that red-haired Qin Xiong, the other five were all Elders of the Martial Soul Hall!

Based on their ranking, the second through seventh Elders were all present.

With six peak Douluo above level 96 gathered together, the mere natural fluctuation of their soul power was enough to keep the two of them from daring to move.

Qin Xiong strode down the steps and slapped Qin Yao on the shoulder.

"Xiao Yao, I thought you were going to run wild out there for a year or two. How come you're back after only two months?"

Beside him, the Fifth Elder, Light Feather Douluo, who appeared to be a youth, curled his lips.

"Fourth Brother, stop putting on an act. You've been muttering about your grandson in the hall every single day this past month. Now that he's back, you're suddenly acting all dignified."

Qin Xiong's old face flushed red, and he glared at Light Feather Douluo. "Go on, go on! What's wrong with an old man caring about his own grandson?"

Qin Yao took the opportunity to shrug off the weight on his shoulder. "I came back to take care of some business."

He stepped aside, letting Dugu Bo and his granddaughter come forward.

"This is Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo. He is now an Elder of our Martial Soul Hall. This beside him is his granddaughter, Dugu Yan."

Dugu Bo dared not put on any airs as a Title Douluo; he quickly bent his waist and cupped his hands high above his head.

"Dugu Bo greets all the Elders!"

Dugu Yan hurriedly followed suit, not daring to lift her head.

Falling Devil Douluo looked Dugu Bo up and down. "So this is that snake-playing Poison Douluo? I heard you were quite arrogant back in the Heaven Dou Empire, not even bothering to respond to Martial Soul Hall's recruitment."

Cold sweat broke out on Dugu Bo's forehead, and he bent even lower.

"Seventh Elder is joking. It was Dugu Bo who was ignorant of the times back then.

Now, thanks to the Holy Son's grace in curing the poison that was backlashing against my family, this old man's life belongs to the Holy Son from here on out."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with his hands behind his back and set the tone.

"Since he is someone Xiao Yao has subdued, as long as you serve with loyalty, Martial Soul Hall will not treat you unfairly."

Dugu Bo repeatedly agreed, his back already soaked through with cold sweat.

He used to walk sideways in the Heaven Dou Empire, always feeling that a Title Douluo was the pinnacle of the continent.

Only today, standing at the entrance of the Worship Hall, did he realize that his cultivation was nothing more than a fart in front of these people.

Any one of them could pin him to the ground and hammer him into the dirt.

Qin Xiong waved his hand. "Alright, don't just stand at the door. Big Brother is still waiting inside. Come, let's go in and talk."

The group walked through the long corridor and stepped into the core hall of the Worship Hall.

At the end of the great hall, a massive statue of a Six-Winged Angel stood silently.

Beneath the statue, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes facing away from the crowd.

Hearing their footsteps, he slowly turned around, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Greetings, First Grandfather." Qin Yao stepped forward and bowed.

Qian Daoliu nodded with a smile, just about to ask about his experiences during his training.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

This peerless level 99 Douluo took half a step forward, staring fixedly at Qin Yao, his brows knitting tighter and tighter.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly solidified.

Qin Xiong sensed something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward. "Big Brother, what is it? Is Xiao Yao injured?"

Qian Daoliu ignored Qin Xiong, staring straight at Qin Yao. "You... are you level 50?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall instantly erupted.

Falling Devil Douluo was incredibly shocked; he dashed to Qin Yao in a few steps and began kneading him all over.

"Level 50? Big Brother, are you sure you aren't mistaken? He was only level 43 when he left!"

Falling Devil Douluo's voice was loud enough to deafen them.

"It's only been two months, and he's jumped seven levels? And he broke through the Soul King bottleneck? It took me over two years to get from level 43 to 50 back in the day!"

Thousand Jun Douluo slapped Falling Devil Douluo's hand away.

"Stop poking him blindly. Xiao Yao, what exactly is going on? Did you use some forbidden technique to forcibly overdraw your potential?"

Even the usually composed Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't sit still; he walked down the steps quickly, his expression serious as he checked Qin Yao's soul power fluctuations.

"His soul power is solid, his vitality is vigorous, and there is absolutely no sign of instability."

Third Elder Azure Luan Douluo stood to the side, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Not only is he at level fifty, but his foundation is exceptionally stable."

Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan stood at the edge of the great hall, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Qin Yao was surrounded by a group of old men, spreading his hands in a somewhat helpless manner.

"Sixth Grandfather, you are overthinking it. I simply consumed a celestial herb, which raised my soul power by a few levels. And then..."

He paused, pondering for a moment.

"Then, in a cave on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, I accidentally picked up a Hundred Thousand Year Right Leg Bone. After absorbing it, I broke through to level fifty."

The great hall fell into dead silence.

Qin Xiong widened his eyes, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a fist.

Falling Devil Douluo turned his head to look at Thousand Jun Douluo.

"Sixth Brother, did you hear that clearly just now? He said he... picked up what in a cave?"

"A Hundred Thousand Year Right Leg Bone." Thousand Jun Douluo repeated blankly.

Light Feather Douluo also crowded over, grabbing Qin Yao's arm and shaking it.

"Xiao Yao, which cave? This old man is going to the Star Dou Great Forest to dig up caves right now!"

Qin Yao shrugged, "It really was picked up in a cave."

This wasn't exactly a lie; the cave behind Holy Soul Village was a cave, after all.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart. He looked at Qin Yao and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Qian Daoliu said "good" three times in a row, his voice echoing through the hall.

"Worthy of being the Holy Son of our Martial Soul Hall! Such fortune is truly destiny-ordained! A single trip for training, and you stumble into a cave to find a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone—this is the Angel God blessing you!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo also sighed in admiration.

"A twelve-year-old Soul King, and one who possesses two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. With Xiao Yao's talent and fortune, you won't find a second one like him on the entire continent. Fourth Brother, this grandson of yours is truly a monster."

Qin Xiong lifted his chin triumphantly, "Of course, just look at whose grandson he is!"

The crowd surrounded Qin Yao with praises, and their emotions finally began to settle down.

Just then, the youthful-looking Fifth Worship, Light Feather Douluo, leaned in close.

He threw an arm around Qin Yao's shoulder.

"Xiao Yao, Fourth Brother said that after eating the celestial herb you gave him, his soul power shot up, pushing him directly to level ninety-eight."

"Since you've returned this time, you must have prepared some for us grandfathers too, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall froze.

The brothers Falling Devil Douluo and Thousand Jun Douluo, as well as the Third Worship, Azure Luan Douluo, all turned their heads in unison.

Even the usually composed Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, appeared somewhat eager.

Although the First Worship, Qian Daoliu, did not move, his smiling expression clearly showed that he was also waiting for Qin Yao's next words.