I'll Leave Him to You

Two years later, April 15. At the academy gates.

Wearing the lightweight uniform of Spirit Hall Academy, Zhang Yang nodded to the gatekeeper and strolled through the entrance.

Looking at the orderly, vibrant campus, Zhang Yang felt particularly refreshed.

After two months of vacation, everything felt new to him now that he was back at the academy.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, Zhang Yang collapsed onto the sofa, looking utterly relieved.

He had spent several days traveling without a break. Even though his body was still in top shape, the mental exhaustion was unavoidable.

After resting on the sofa for a while, Zhang Yang struggled to his feet and muttered, "No, I still have something very important to report to the Education Committee."

Though he said that, his feet were heading upstairs.

Back in his bedroom, Zhang Yang flopped face-first onto the bed.

"Whatever. I've already put it off for over a month. One more day won't make a difference."

With that, Zhang Yang began to snore and fell into a deep sleep.

As for what this important matter was...

"What? You've been at level 40 for over a month already?"

Teacher Dewey's jaw dropped in shock, as if he were about to eat someone.

Zhang Yang gave a sheepish grin. "That's right."

Teacher Dewey sucked in a breath, clicked his tongue, and paced back and forth around the room.

"You broke through to level 40 last month, and then you just stayed at home for over a month? How could you sit still?"

Teacher Dewey began pacing faster and faster.

"You came back to school yesterday, and you still managed to spend the whole day resting in your dorm? How could you sleep?"

At last, Teacher Dewey stopped. "I'll report this to the Education Committee first, then come back and put together a list of Soul Beasts for you. What direction do you want your fourth ring to take?"

"Probably still an area-of-effect attack. My Martial Soul already gives me enough ways to attack a single target."

Zhang Yang thought it over, then said seriously, "If I had to classify it, my third Soul Skill is actually more of a support-type skill. This time, I want a more purely offensive Soul Skill."

"That list from a few years ago should still be useful. I'll make a few simple adjustments and bring it to you later. All right, I have to go to the Education Committee. You can head back for now."

Zhang Yang thanked him. "Sorry for the trouble, Teacher Dewey."

Dewey wasted no time either. After seeing Zhang Yang off, he headed straight for the Education Committee.

When the committee members heard why Dewey had come, they were stunned.

The opening ceremony for the school year was only three days away, and the committee members were busy preparing for it. They hadn't expected Zhang Yang to spring such a huge surprise on them at a time like this.

"The busier we get, the more work comes our way," one committee member sighed.

But the matter had happened, and there was nothing they could do about it. It still had to be handled.

One of the committee members said to Dewey, "Put together an account of Zhang Yang's recent progress and compile it into a report. I'll take it to brief His Holiness the Pope."

Dewey acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Preparing the report was easy. They only had to compile Zhang Yang's monthly results and add his requirements for his fourth Soul Skill. A suitable report was ready in no time.

Carrying the report, one of the committee members rushed to Pope Palace.

After going through several layers of reporting and approval, the committee member finally got to meet the Pope.

As before, Bibi Dong received the committee member in the reception hall, seated high upon her throne.

After learning why the committee member had come, even Pope Bibi Dong fell silent for once.

"...Does this child have no bottlenecks in his cultivation?"

The committee member took the report from his Storage Soul Tool and said earnestly, "Your Holiness, this is the academy's file on Zhang Yang, compiled by his instructor, Dewey. Please take a look."

A maid immediately stepped forward and presented the file to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong studied it for a long time.

Looking at the report on the prodigy, whose accomplishments seemed to glow with every color of the rainbow right there on the page, Bibi Dong pondered for a long while before finally speaking.

"I understand."

The committee member listened quietly, waiting for Bibi Dong to continue.

"You may leave. Come back to Pope Palace in three days."

"Understood. This subordinate takes his leave."

The committee member bowed respectfully. After stepping backward three paces, he turned and was escorted out of Pope Palace by a Holy Emperor Warrior.

"I can't keep Zhang Yang under my wing any longer. His rate of growth will become an obstacle for Liena."

Having made up her mind, Bibi Dong turned her left hand over, and Zhang Yang's file vanished into her Storage Soul Tool.

Holding the Pope's scepter, Bibi Dong crossed half of Pope Palace and finally stopped before a domed building thirty meters tall.

Elder Hall was the largest building in Pope Palace, and it represented the mightiest power in all of Spirit Hall.

"Greetings, Your Holiness." The squad of guards stationed at the entrance bowed respectfully.

"Open the door," Bibi Dong said.

"Understood, Your Holiness."

After bowing once more, the guards rose and opened the doors to Elder Hall.

The doors swung open from the middle, revealing a spacious hall beyond.

The surrounding walls had three levels, each with ten rooms for the elders to live in.

Straight ahead in the hall stood a ten-meter-tall statue of a Six-Winged Angel, crafted entirely from pure gold.

Right in front of the statue stood a middle-aged man in a simple gray robe.

Bibi Dong entered the room and stopped about ten paces from him.

The door closed. The middle-aged man slowly turned around, meeting Bibi Dong's gaze.

He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with handsome features, a gentle expression, and a calm, composed air.

He was Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrated Elder, Qian Daoliu, one of the only three Limit Douluo at level 99 alive today.

"What is it?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was soft, and his tone calm.

Bibi Dong turned her left hand over and casually flicked her wrist. The file shot toward Qian Daoliu like a cannonball.

"Pa."

Qian Daoliu raised his right hand and caught it effortlessly.

"This is the detailed file of a genius student at Spirit Hall Academy. I'm handing him over to you now."

"A genius? How much of one?"

Qian Daoliu asked mildly.

Bibi Dong replied, "He's not even eleven, and he's already a level-40 Soul Elder."

"!"

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply.

Eleven years old, level 40?

As if she had no doubt that Qian Daoliu would refuse, Bibi Dong turned and left as soon as she had finished speaking.

The door opened and closed. Qian Daoliu lowered his gaze to the file in his hands.

Suddenly, a crisp, childlike voice rang beside him. "What level-40 Soul Elder? Let me have a look."

Then a boy about Zhang Yang's age suddenly poked his head out from beneath Qian Daoliu's arm.

The boy was only about 1.75 meters tall, with fair skin and tousled platinum-blond hair. Ice covered his left eye, and his left arm was encased in frost.

Even standing still, he radiated a chill that made people shiver.

He was Spirit Hall's Fifth Offering, Guangling Douluo.

Seeing Guangling Douluo's curiosity, Qian Daoliu simply handed him the file. "If you want to read it, then you can be responsible for teaching him."

"Why? Grand Consecrated Elder, you've got all those old men sitting around, and yet you have to pick on me, a mere eighty-year-old youngster? Forget it, I don't want to read it. Here, take it back."

As Guangling Douluo spoke, he handed the file back to Qian Daoliu.

Just then, a clear voice rang out from a corner of Elder Hall. "Guang Ling, mind your manners."

A middle-aged man with sharp brows and bright eyes then emerged from one of the nearby rooms.

He wore the blue-green robe of a Consecrated Elder and had short, dark blue hair. His smoky-blue eyes were captivating, and his handsome face was framed by sharp brows and bright eyes.

He was Spirit Hall's Third Offering, Azure Luan Douluo.

"Hmph."

The boy called Guang Ling pursed his lips and snorted. He folded his hands behind his head, looking as if the matter had nothing to do with him.