The Youngest Holy Son

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The others heard another unfamiliar term.

They asked in unison:

"What's a Fixed Soul Tool?"

Spike swallowed and explained:

"A Fixed Soul Tool is a type of Soul Tool that abandons all the red tape and focuses solely on destructive power."

"When I was still in the Sun Moon Continent, I'd already developed a Level Eight Fixed Soul Cannon."

"If an ordinary, non-defensive Titled Douluo took a direct hit, they might die on the spot!"

Ignoring the others' reactions,

Lin Huai looked at Spike with a serious expression.

"For now, these can only be produced in the Soul Tool Hall. No matter who comes asking you to provide them, report to me first."

"Understood?"

Spike could tell that Young Master Lin was different from the other geniuses.

"I understand. But what if it's the Pope or the Grand Elder?"

"Tell them exactly what it can do. They'll understand."

Lin Huai reminded him again:

"Once we've tested its power, you can build a Soul Tool Assembly Line capable of manufacturing Fixed Soul Cannons no higher than Level Five."

"For everything else, just make a few prototypes for now. The consequences would be serious if one were stolen!"

Spike nodded solemnly, promising to follow his instructions.

"The gunpowder can be optimized. Later, I'll find a few researchers who are passionate about studying unusual substances to assist you."

"Don't let my ideas box you in. Research means having the courage to innovate!"

Sensing Scott's burning gaze, Lin Huai continued:

"Oh, right. My subordinate will learn Soul Tool Technology from you."

"Of course, if he really doesn't have the talent, then forget it."

Seeing how fascinated Scott was by Soul Tools, Spike was quite pleased.

"Good. Scott can stay and learn. We'll be leaving now."

The four of them left the Soul Tool Hall.

Lin Huai continued his training according to the usual schedule.

The three girls, Tian Yue among them, went to the Martial Soul Academy to fight.

The next day, Spirit City instantly came alive.

Today was the ceremony to confer the title of Holy Son upon the Spirit Hall's candidate. Every faction except the Clear Sky Sect, along with both empires, had sent representatives to offer their congratulations.

In front of Spirit Hall, the drums thundered, songs filled the air, red banners fluttered, and crowds packed the streets...

"The auspicious hour has arrived—"

"His Holiness the Pope is here—"

The doors of the Spirit Hall Main Hall swung open.

Bibi Dong slowly emerged.

She wore a luxurious golden robe and a purple-gold crown, and held a scepter. Every detail displayed the dignity of the Pope.

Nine elders in red robes embroidered with gold followed behind her.

"We pay our respects to His Holiness the Pope!"

"Greetings to the elders!"

The bishops affiliated with Spirit Hall cried out in unison and bowed.

The representatives of the other factions present also bowed in greeting.

But inwardly, they were utterly shaken. Spirit Hall had ten Titled Douluo, the Pope included!

Qian Renxue, attending the ceremony as Xue Qinghe, was surprised to see an elder with a kind expression.

I didn't expect Grandpa Wang to come too. Could that unfamiliar elder be a newly promoted Titled Douluo?

The Grandpa Wang who had surprised Qian Renxue was the Level 93 Healing Angel Titled Douluo.

Of course, on such an important day, Yue Guan and Guang Ling had also hurried back.

Bibi Dong spoke in a calm voice:

"Rise."

Then she used Soul Power to carry her voice, ensuring everyone present could hear her.

"Today..."

A somewhat lengthy speech followed.

"Today, we also hold the conferral ceremony for the youngest Holy Son in Spirit Hall's history!"

As Bibi Dong finished speaking, a cardinal standing beside her announced loudly:

"Please welcome Holy Son Lin Huai!"

The doors of the Spirit Hall Main Hall opened once more.

Dressed in a white-and-gold ceremonial robe, Lin Huai strode out with his head held high.

As the people present marveled at how young Lin Huai was, certain factions were too shocked to speak.

Six figures in gold robes edged with silver appeared right behind him.

Ning Fengzhi, who never missed an important event, was puzzled. Were these also Titled Douluo elders?

Had Spirit Hall been hiding this much power?

Bone Douluo's face was filled with shock. His voice grew heavy:

"Fengzhi, I fear all six of them are Titled Douluo above Level 96!"

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only sigh helplessly.

Lin Huai stood on the high platform.

Beside him, a cardinal was about to use Soul Power to amplify Lin Huai's voice.

But Lin Huai waved him off and took out a square metal box, setting it on the ground.

"I'm honored to become Spirit Hall's Holy Son..."

"..., thank you all for attending my conferral ceremony."

The crowd obligingly broke into enthusiastic applause.

Then the nine elders in red robes embroidered with gold called out in unison:

"Spirit Hall elders,"

"Chrysanthemum!"

"Ghost!"

"Fire Kite!"

"We are here to congratulate the Holy Son on his investiture!"

The representatives of the other factions hadn't yet recovered from their surprise.

The six powerful figures in gold robes spoke up as well.

"Spirit Hall's Worship Hall,"

"Golden Crocodile!"

"Azure Luan!"

"Lion!"

"Guang Ling!"

"Qian Jun!"

"Jiang Mo!"

"We hereby congratulate the Holy Son on his investiture!"

Some people didn't know what level of power a "worshipper" represented,

but from their presence alone, they were clearly no weaker than the elders.

Every faction present was stunned.

Was this a ceremony to install your Holy Son,

or were you just showing off your strength to us?

Lin Huai was also a little dumbfounded. None of this had been in the program!

Still, he hurriedly said:

"Thank you, worshippers and elders, for your support!"

Bibi Dong had only mentioned it casually at first. But all the elders except Gui Mei had clans of their own, and Lin Huai had still done them a favor with the Whale Rubber.

Not to mention, the Soul Core theory, which had recently made a crucial breakthrough, had also come from his ideas.

The worshippers from the Worship Hall, on the other hand, simply wanted to show off their strength.

The ceremony was over.

As for the other factions, they were free to come and go as they pleased.

Most of them stayed in Spirit City, hoping to gather some information.

The Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were clearly among those staying in Spirit City.

That night, Qian Renxue appeared in the Worship Hall.

"Grandpa! Grandfathers!"

The worshippers all beamed. They had watched this young lady grow up.

"Xue'er Sister." ×2

"Xiao Xue, you're still as beautiful as ever!"

Tian Yue laughed and went straight over to hug Qian Renxue.

The three of them knew Qian Renxue, though they hadn't spent much time together.

Qian Renxue patted Tian Yue on the head too.

"Yue'er, you're beautiful too. I didn't even recognize you at first."

Then she looked at Lin Huai, who had changed back into his ordinary clothes.

A teasing smile appeared on her face.

"The youngest Holy Son, huh!"

"Xiao Huai, you're amazing!"

Unbothered by Qian Renxue's teasing tone, Lin Huai smiled back:

"I'm flattered. I can't compare to you, Sister Xiao Xue, the young mistress."

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu was all the more determined to have Qian Renxue complete that mission as soon as possible.

"Xiao Xue, what's the soonest you can be crowned?"

Qian Renxue let the warm concern wash over her and spread through her heart.

"Soon. I'll be back within a year at the latest."

After catching up with everyone, Qian Renxue was about to leave.

But Lin Huai spoke up:

"Go to the Pope Palace. Aunt Dong really has changed."

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu agreed as well:

"Go. You'll have to face it eventually."

Qian Renxue entered the Pope Palace under cover of night.

No one knew what happened inside.

Lin Huai, who had been sneaking a look with Guang Ling, only noticed that when Qian Renxue came out, her eyes were slightly red.

She also asked Qian Jun and Jiang Mo to help her.