Want Immortal Grass? What Are You Dreaming Of.

Being stared at by six peak Douluo, even Qin Yao, whose mental fortitude far exceeded that of ordinary people, felt a wave of pressure.

Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan were huddled in the corner, wishing they could turn themselves into two stone statues.

Qin Yao had naturally made preparations, but since the attributes of the various Grand Elders differed, the immortal herbs required were also different, so Qin Yao was not yet fully prepared.

He spread his hands out with a calm expression.

"Grand Elders, there are indeed a few more immortal herbs. However, the medicinal properties of the herbs from that place are extremely overbearing, and I only have a superficial understanding of many of them. The reason Fifth Brother was able to break through was simply because that Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower happened to align with his Blazing Lion martial soul."

"I dare not act rashly with the remaining immortal herbs; if one were consumed incorrectly, it would do more harm than good. Therefore, I returned this time to seek out some references and clarify their specific effects."

This explanation sounded reasonable and logical.

After hearing this, Light Feather Douluo looked somewhat disappointed. "So after all that, it was just a false alarm."

Qin Xiong slapped the back of Light Feather Douluo's head and scolded him with a laugh:

"What are you rushing for, you brat! Xiao Yao does things with steady care; that is far better than you acting recklessly and eating things at random! If you were to eat something and end up in a bad state, where would this old man go to find another Grand Elder?"

"Exactly, exactly," Falling Devil Douluo chimed in from the side, "Fifth Brother, you really need to change that impatient temper of yours."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly from the high platform, suppressing the voices of the Grand Elders.

"Xiao Yao, you must already have a plan for how you wish to proceed, right?"

Everyone's attention focused back on Qin Yao.

Qin Yao cupped his hands and replied:

"Great Grandfather, I have heard that Elder Ju of the Elder Hall possesses the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum martial soul, which is itself an immortal-grade herb. I believe he must be very knowledgeable about these spiritual treasures of heaven and earth."

"I intend to seek his guidance to confirm the medicinal properties before making any allocations."

Qian Daoliu nodded in approval upon hearing this.

"Very well, I leave this matter entirely in your hands. If you need anything, just ask."

"Yes, Great Grandfather."

With the matter settled, Qin Yao prepared to take his leave.

He brought Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan with him as he departed from the Worship Hall.

Under Qin Xiong's arrangements, the grandfather and granddaughter were settled into a mansion just as grand as the one next to Qin Yao's.

Looking at the residence before him, which was nearly as large as his own estate, Dugu Bo was so excited he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He knew very well that being able to live in the core area at the foot of the Worship Hall was, in itself, a supreme honor and a symbol of status.

His Highness the Holy Son truly regarded him as a trusted confidant.

"Yan Yan, from now on, the lives of us two are in the hands of His Highness the Holy Son," Dugu Bo said solemnly to his granddaughter in a low voice.

Dugu Yan nodded vigorously, her heart already filled with the image of the purple-haired youth.

After settling the two of them, Qin Yao did not linger for a moment and headed straight toward the Pope Palace.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, as the right-hand man of Pope Bibi Dong, remained on standby at the Pope Palace for the vast majority of his time.

Moreover, a matter as significant as the allocation of immortal herbs could not bypass Bibi Dong.

Rather than waiting for her to come looking for him, it was better to take the initiative.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong sat upright on her throne, listening to the report from a bishop below.

"His Highness the Holy Son has returned to Martial Soul City and brought back the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo and his granddaughter Dugu Yan, who have now sworn their allegiance."

"Additionally, according to information from the Worship Hall, Dugu Bo has pledged loyalty to the Holy Son and become a new elder of the Martial Soul Hall."

Bibi Dong waved her hand, signaling for the bishop to withdraw.

Dugu Bo's affairs did not catch her eye; what she cared about were the immortal herbs.

Bibi Dong had long since discovered that Qin Xiong's breakthrough to level 98 was entirely due to the immortal herb provided by Qin Yao.

As a level 99 Peerless Douluo, she did not have much need for immortal herbs herself.

However, her disciple, Hu Liena, was in great need of them.

Although Hu Liena had accepted her crushing defeat in the last soul tournament and was training diligently, her talent was ultimately a step behind.

If she could obtain an immortal herb to help her break through her bottleneck or even improve her martial soul, it would be of great benefit to Hu Liena's future growth and her own control over the Martial Soul Hall.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's thoughts became clear.

Just then, a report came from a guard outside the hall.

"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, His Highness the Holy Son requests an audience."

The corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up slightly.

He had come at just the right time.

"Let him in."

A moment later, the slender figure of Qin Yao appeared at the entrance of the great hall, walking in step by step.

He walked to the center of the hall and bowed slightly toward Bibi Dong on the high platform.

"Qin Yao pays respects to Your Excellency the Pope."

"The Holy Son need not stand on ceremony."

Bibi Dong's voice betrayed neither joy nor anger.

"You have been out training for several months, and upon your return today, your cultivation has greatly advanced. You have even subdued a Titled Douluo for Martial Soul Hall; this is a great merit."

"Serving Martial Soul Hall is Qin Yao's duty," Qin Yao replied, neither servile nor overbearing.

Bibi Dong smiled.

"I heard that the Holy Son brought back quite a few good things from the Sunset Forest? Even the Fourth Worship benefited from them, breaking through a bottleneck that had held him for years."

Bibi Dong had finally brought up the immortal herbs.

Qin Yao understood in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"I was fortunate enough to obtain some herbs, and I was just preparing to seek out Elder Ju of the Elder Hall for identification."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong feigned surprise. "The Holy Son came looking for Elder Ju?"

"Exactly," Qin Yao nodded. "The properties of those herbs are unknown, and I dare not use them rashly, so I came specifically to consult Elder Ju."

Bibi Dong stood up from her throne and slowly walked down the steps. She came to a stop in front of Qin Yao, her magnificent papal robe trailing on the floor, a faint, lingering fragrance wafting toward him.

"You are indeed cautious. However, since you have such good intentions, you must not forget the other geniuses of our Martial Soul Hall."

Bibi Dong shifted the topic.

"Nana, Xie Yue, and Yan—though the three of them were defeated by you, they remain the top three of our younger generation in Martial Soul Hall besides yourself. As our Holy Son, you should also mentor them."

"How about this: after you have identified the properties of the herbs, give the three most suitable immortal herbs to them to consume. Consider it a bit of encouragement from you, the Holy Son. Naturally, this Pope will not be stingy with rewards."

Bibi Dong's meaning was clear: she wanted to trade other treasures with Qin Yao for three immortal herbs. But how precious were immortal herbs? If there were truly treasures that could move Qin Yao, they would only be a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone or an External Soul Bone.

Listening to Bibi Dong, a cold smile appeared on Qin Yao's face.

"Your Excellency the Pope, I am afraid that is not possible."

"These herbs were entrusted to me by the First Worship to handle at my own discretion, with priority given to the Worship Hall to help them stabilize their cultivation and push toward higher realms."

He lightly invoked the name of Qian Daoliu, rejecting Bibi Dong's proposal.

As for tearing off the mask with Bibi Dong, there was no need for that just yet. Although Qin Yao had the backing of the Worship Hall, strength was only truly reassuring when it was in one's own hands.

Immediately, Qin Yao changed his tone.

"Of course, if there is any remainder after the distribution, it can naturally be brought out then for an equivalent exchange with Your Excellency the Pope."

Bibi Dong stared at the youth before her. This was not the first time she had sensed a maturity and cunning far beyond his years in this twelve-year-old boy.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"Heh."

"Your Highness the Holy Son has truly inherited the First Worship's teachings. Very well. Since you are here to find Elder Ju, I shall have him accompany you."

She turned around and walked back toward the high and lofty papal throne, her voice echoing throughout the hall.

"Yue Guan."

No sooner had the words fallen than a figure appeared silently in the hall, kneeling on one knee.

"Your Excellency the Pope."

The man was tall and thin with flowing golden hair and a handsome face; it was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo of the Elder Hall, Yue Guan.

"Accompany the Holy Son to the Worship Hall and help him identify the herbs," Bibi Dong said in a flat tone.

"As you command, Your Excellency."

Yue Guan stood up and bowed slightly toward Qin Yao. "Your Highness the Holy Son, please."

Qin Yao returned the gesture, then followed Yue Guan as he turned and left the magnificent yet oppressive Pope Palace.