Restarting the Seven Great Sects Ranking Tournament? Bibi Dong: First, You Have to Beat the Golden Generation

Dugu Xuan paused, then added:

"Besides, if he can't win, Golden Crocodile Douluo will be there to back him up.

That old coot is fiercely protective. He won't let Ce'er suffer."

Dugu Yan gave a wry smile.

"True."

Three days later, at True Dragon Mountain.

The morning mist had yet to clear when three figures were already standing on the stone terrace at the summit.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back on the stone steps. He looked at the three, ready to depart, and spoke in an even tone:

"Leave the mountain to me. Go without worry.

The Myriad Poison Array is fully set up. Even a Titled Douluo would have to leave a layer of skin behind."

Dugu Ce nodded and looked at Dugu Xuan and Dugu Yan.

"Grandpa, Sis, let's go."

Golden Crocodile Douluo swooped down from the sky and landed before the three.

He glanced at Dugu Bo and said coolly:

"Old Poison, if anything happens to the mountain, I'll hold you responsible."

"Don't worry, Golden Crocodile Douluo."

Dugu Bo chuckled.

"This old man owes his life to Ce'er. I value his foundation more than my own eyes."

Golden Crocodile Douluo said no more. He swept out his sleeve, and a dense golden Soul Power enveloped the three.

"Let's go!"

The four figures soared into the sky, turning into streaks of light as they headed southwest.

Dugu Bo stood at the summit, watching the four disappear into the distance. He turned to look at the Dragon-Serpent Sect disciples training at the mountainside and murmured to himself:

"Whether the Dragon-Serpent Sect can establish itself depends on this."

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong sat in the seat of honor in the main hall, holding a confidential report in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed.

Below, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood on either side.

Yue Guan rolled a golden chrysanthemum between his fingers and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Your Holiness the Pope, Golden Crocodile Worship has already set out with that boy.

I heard he jumped from level 45 to level 50 in just ten days, and even forged some kind of 'Ice and Fire Golden Body'...

Tell me, do you think that's true or just bragging?"

Bibi Dong put down the report and looked up at Yue Guan.

"Golden Crocodile Worship wouldn't joke about something like this.

Dugu Ce really has reached level 50, and his fifth Soul Ring is from a 58,000-year-old Lava Poison Earth Dragon."

The chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand froze, and the smile on his face vanished.

"A 58,000-year-old fifth ring?

Doesn't he value his life?"

"Not only does he value his life, he's doing just fine."

Bibi Dong stood and slowly walked to the center of the hall.

"According to the message Golden Crocodile Worship sent back, his spiritual power has reached the Soul Douluo level. His body was tempered by an Immortal Herb and is impervious to water and fire.

A mere 58,000-year-old Soul Ring can't overwhelm him."

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei fell silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"Your Holiness, what about the Golden Generation... should they still accept the challenge?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

Bibi Dong's lips curved slightly, though there was no smile in her eyes.

"Golden Crocodile Worship sent word that Dugu Ce intends to challenge the Golden Generation.

If they refuse, outsiders will say Spirit Hall is afraid of a twelve-year-old boy.

If they accept, the outcome is still in my hands."

Yue Guan's eyes shifted.

"Your Holiness means to... use the Golden Generation to test the boy's strength?"

"Test his strength, and take him down a peg while we're at it."

Bibi Dong turned and returned to the seat of honor.

"If the Dragon-Serpent Sect wants to join the Upper Three Sects, I have no objection.

But the Upper Three Sects aren't a place just anyone can claim.

If Dugu Ce can't even beat the Golden Generation, what gives him the right to stand as an equal to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect?"

As soon as she finished speaking, an announcement came from outside the hall:

"Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, has arrived!

The Dragon-Serpent Sect's Sect Master, Dugu Ce; Nine Nether Douluo, Dugu Xuan; and Vice Sect Master Dugu Yan request an audience!"

Bibi Dong raised a hand.

"Show them in."

The main hall doors opened.

Golden Crocodile Douluo walked at the front, hands behind his back. His aura as a Level 99 Limit Douluo was completely unrestrained, pressing the attendants in the hall into lowering their heads.

Dugu Ce followed close behind, dressed in black and looking composed. Dugu Xuan and Dugu Yan followed behind him.

The four stopped in the center of the hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo casually cupped his hands.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I've brought them."

Bibi Dong nodded faintly. Her gaze passed over Golden Crocodile and settled on Dugu Ce.

The twelve-year-old boy already had the beginnings of an adult's build, and his features were handsome and refined.

"Dugu Ce."

Bibi Dong spoke, her voice giving nothing away.

"I've heard all about you.

Twelve years old, level 51, Twin Martial Souls, and a 58,000-year-old fifth ring...

You're a rare talent, even across the history of the entire Douluo Continent."

Dugu Ce bowed slightly.

"Your Holiness flatters me."

"I'm not flattering you. I'm telling the truth."

Bibi Dong changed the subject.

"But I also heard you intend to challenge the Golden Generation?"

"That's right."

Dugu Ce straightened and met her gaze calmly.

"The half-month deadline hasn't arrived, but I broke through early, so I came early.

If the Golden Generation thinks this is too soon, I can wait."

"No need to wait."

Bibi Dong waved a hand.

"They're ready.

Three days from now, at the Martial Soul Hall Martial Arts Arena, you'll fight Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan in separate matches.

Win two matches and you win. Lose two and you lose."

Dugu Ce raised an eyebrow.

"Separate matches? Not a gauntlet?"

"Winning a gauntlet wouldn't be anything to boast about."

Bibi Dong's lips curved slightly.

"I want a fair and honorable contest.

If you win, I'll personally nominate the Dragon-Serpent Sect for the Upper Three Sects at the Seven Great Sects Ranking Tournament.

If you lose..."

Bibi Dong paused, her gaze turning cold.

"Your place among the Upper Three Sects will have to wait another three years."

Dugu Xuan frowned and was about to speak, but Dugu Ce raised a hand to stop him.

"Three years is too long."

Dugu Ce looked directly at Bibi Dong, his tone calm.

"I'll seize the day. I won't lose three days from now."

The hall fell silent.

Yue Guan gave a cold snort and spoke sarcastically:

"What a bold claim.

Hu Liena is the leading figure of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, and Xie Yue and Yan each have their own strengths.

You just broke through level 50, and already you're this arrogant. Aren't you afraid the wind will blow your tongue away?"

Dugu Ce turned to Yue Guan and said coolly:

"Elder Yue Guan, I heard you said I took your Immortal Herbs?"

Yue Guan's face stiffened.

"What of it?

I spent half my life studying the Immortal Herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. You picked them all without a word. Am I not allowed to complain?"

Dugu Ce couldn't even be bothered to argue.

Before this, you didn't even know who the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well belonged to.

Now you were using it as an excuse to give him a hard time.

"Immortal Herbs belong to no one. Whoever picks them gets to keep them."

Dugu Ce spoke unhurriedly.

"But if Elder Yue Guan is truly heartbroken over it, I can give you one. I still have a Companion Flower of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in my Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch. It's not as precious as the Immortal Herb itself, but it's still a rare treasure."

Yue Guan's eyes lit up, and most of the anger vanished from his face.

"Really?"

"Really."

Dugu Ce nodded.

"After the match three days from now, I'll personally give it to you."

Yue Guan chuckled and stepped aside, saying no more.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei glanced at Yue Guan and cursed inwardly:

That old coot had been bought off with a single flower.