The Youngest Elder

"A name is just a name. If I wanted to, I could even call myself 'Daddy'!"

Li Pu's tone was indifferent.

Qian Xunji was not angered by the mention of the gods; instead, he felt a growing, intense interest in Li Pu.

A Bun Martial Soul with terrifying destructive power was a massive boon for Martial Soul Hall.

"Hahaha, well said."

"I see great talent in you, little brother. Would you be willing to join Martial Soul Hall? We are prepared to grant you the status of an elder."

Qian Xunji offered the position of elder right out of the gate, leaving Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo stunned. They knew that the rank of elder in Martial Soul Hall was reserved only for those who had reached the Title Douluo level or had made extraordinary contributions to the organization.

Yet, this young boy before them had obtained it with such ease.

Chrysanthemum Douluo quickly interjected, "Your Holiness, is this appropriate? He is but a young boy. By what merit does he deserve the position of elder?"

"If you had completed one hundred matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena of Slaughter City at his age, traversed the Hell Road, and obtained the Slaughter God's Domain, then a mere elder position would be nothing. Who else in Martial Soul Hall could compare to him?" Qian Xunji replied coldly.

Cold sweat streamed down Chrysanthemum Douluo's face. At that same age, he had still been playing around, while this boy had already obtained the Slaughter God's Domain.

Li Pu, however, heard the subtext beneath those words.

For a potential enemy that could not be controlled—especially one who possessed the Slaughter God's Domain and lacked any factional ties—if they could not be recruited, they had to be eliminated.

Clearly, this was a case of building him up high so that he would have no path of retreat.

When Qian Xunji looked at him again, his face returned to a smile. "If you join Martial Soul Hall, little brother Li Pu, you will be the youngest elder in our history. With your aptitude, entering the Worship Hall in the future will be no problem at all."

Bibi Dong looked at Li Pu with eyes full of both anticipation and worry.

"Come back to Martial Soul Hall with me, little sister. I will give you a warm home."

Li Pu nodded, choosing to enter the tiger's den.

"Fine, I'll join."

"Congratulations to the youngest elder of our Martial Soul Hall."

Qian Xunji laughed heartily, placing a hand on Li Pu's shoulder and patting it.

"A hero emerges from the youth. Once we return to Martial Soul Hall, I shall announce this matter."

"Now, the most important thing is the killing intent lingering on both of you."

After experiencing the daily slaughter of Slaughter City, no one's temperament could remain unaffected; it required settling and the purification of one's soul.

Otherwise, one would inevitably become a bloodthirsty creature consumed by murderous intent.

"That won't be necessary. During our daily life in Slaughter City, we found other ways to restrain the influence of the city. Purifying the soul is not needed," Li Pu refused.

Bibi Dong echoed him, "That's right. If not for him, perhaps I would indeed have needed time to purify myself after leaving."

Qian Xunji and Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were shocked once again. Being able to perform soul purification while still in Slaughter City was unimaginable to them; they wondered if it were truly possible.

"Then what about that moment just now when you almost lost control?" Qian Xunji remembered that Bibi Dong had erupted with killing intent; had Li Pu not called out, he feared she would have been consumed.

Bibi Dong could not explain that it was the urge to kill Qian Xunji for revenge.

Thinking quickly, she said, "Listen to Teacher. After we return to Martial Soul Hall, let's continue to settle down for a period of time just in case. Li Pu, you should join us as well."

Li Pu went along with the flow: "Fine."

Qian Xunji felt that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Regardless, he was determined to bring them back to Martial Soul Hall.

Overall, he was extremely pleased. His disciple had not only obtained the Slaughter God's Domain but had also brought back a young boy who possessed it as well. Furthermore, his Martial Soul was absurdly powerful—at a glance, one could tell he was the type to be worth an entire army.

If he hadn't joined, Qian Xunji would have had to eliminate him at any cost, even if he came from another faction.

After all, there were two Slaughter Gods in the world who did not belong to Martial Soul Hall, and even if one had gone missing, they still represented a threat.

Martial Soul Hall would never allow a Slaughter God who did not belong to them to exist.

Every Slaughter God who emerged would eventually carve out a legend on the Douluo Continent and become a peerless powerhouse.

In the past, this would have been perfectly fine.

But now, his daughter, Qian Renxue, had already been tested with innate soul power of level twenty—the future Angel God—and Martial Soul Hall had already begun its plans for the entire continent. Naturally, they could not allow any threats to exist.

Moreover, Qian Xunji knew all too well the potential of a twelve-year-old Slaughter God.

He was well aware that Slaughter City held the inheritance of a god; by passing the divine trials, one could ascend to the hundredth level and become a god.

Even if he failed, Li Pu's future achievements would at least reach the level of a ninety-nine-level Limit Douluo.

Therefore, he had to make Li Pu serve Martial Soul Hall at any cost.

He had expected it to take a great deal of effort, but he hadn't imagined it would be this simple to recruit him.

Qian Xunji could roughly guess that his disciple played a part in this, which was also quite fine.

Not long after, Li Pu followed Qian Xunji and the others back to Martial Soul Hall.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, take care of these two. Your Botanical Garden is the most suitable place for them."

Perhaps sensing Bibi Dong's hatred toward him, Qian Xunji did not arrange for her to stay near the Angel Clan, and the Botanical Garden was, after all, a place for self-cultivation.

The two did not refuse and were arranged to stay in Chrysanthemum Douluo's Botanical Garden.

Chrysanthemum Douluo loved flowers and plants above all else; the garden was filled with countless varieties, most of which were medicinal herbs.

"Holy Maiden, Elder, for the time being, you shall join me in tending to these flowers and plants. Not only will it cultivate your temperament, but it will also help you better control your killing intent."

Chrysanthemum Douluo dared not show the slightest negligence, not only because Bibi Dong was the Holy Maiden, but also because of the peerless genius of the young boy.

"Sorry to trouble you, Elder Chrysanthemum."

In the absence of sufficient strength, Bibi Dong continued to act with restraint, playing the part of an innocent and harmless woman.

"You are too kind, Holy Maiden. This is my duty."

Chrysanthemum Douluo did not say anything further.

Li Pu shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice: "It would be better if there were some immortal-grade medicinal herbs."

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked in surprise: "You know about immortal-grade medicinal herbs?"

Li Pu nodded: "Of course. I am not ignorant of everything; Slaughter City still has many sources of information. Immortal-grade medicinal herbs generally grow in perilous places, or even where they shouldn't exist at all. To encounter even one is already a heaven-sent opportunity."

"That is correct. Immortal-grade herbs are truly too difficult to find; they are rarely heard of in the mortal world." Chrysanthemum Douluo displayed a look of sorrow over his unrequited love for them, before his expression filled with hope and fighting spirit for the future.

"Although they are hard to find, we can still try our best to cultivate them. In this Botanical Garden of ours, the heaven and earth essence is dense, and the growth rate of all medicinal herbs is five times that of the outside world. I believe I can cultivate an immortal-grade herb."

Li Pu interrupted him without mercy: "Can you live that long? Even if it were ten times the outside rate, you wouldn't need ten thousand years—even eight thousand, four thousand, or one thousand years—could you live that long?"