My Sister Feiyan Has the Bearing of a Noble Title!

On the afternoon of the second day, Azure Luan approached Ying Chengfeng with news.

"I have made the arrangements; you can come with me to see the Pope now."

Ying Chengfeng had not expected his grandfather to be so efficient, and he was slightly taken aback.

Seeming to see through Ying Chengfeng's thoughts, Azure Luan said:

"Once you have finished your business, take her and leave immediately. Do not return for five or six years."

Ying Chengfeng naturally knew who his grandfather meant by 'her'.

Who else could it be but Qian Renxue, the first in line for succession?

Azure Luan felt quite helpless as well.

The deed was already done; what else could he do?

He could only try to keep it hidden for as long as possible.

If word got out that the Angel successor had been spirited away, the entire family would suffer.

His status as a Title Douluo could not protect anyone from that.

Ying Chengfeng looked at his grandfather with a touch of emotion, though he felt even more indebted.

"Don't give me that look," Azure Luan said irritably.

Ying Chengfeng pressed his lips together and said, "I would like to ask Grandfather to do one more thing for me."

Azure Luan stared at Ying Chengfeng for a long moment before saying, "Wait for me outside Martial Soul City after you have seen the Pope."

He did not ask on the spot what favor Ying Chengfeng wanted.

Knowing that time was of the essence, Ying Chengfeng took Yu Feiyan and headed toward the Pope Palace.

Before long, they arrived inside the Pope Palace.

In the vast, empty hall, only Bibi Dong sat upon the papal throne.

Bibi Dong looked at Azure Luan, then cast a glance at Ying Chengfeng and Yu Feiyan.

"To what do I owe the honor of your visit, Azure Luan?"

Azure Luan did not waste words: "I am here to recommend a disciple to the Pope."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong wore an inscrutable smile. "Azure Luan, you think so highly of me? Then, pray tell, who is this disciple?"

She looked at Ying Chengfeng first.

In terms of temperament and appearance, Ying Chengfeng bore a strong resemblance to Azure Luan.

"Is it you? Release your Martial Soul and let me see," Bibi Dong said to Ying Chengfeng.

Ying Chengfeng shook his head. "It is not me; it is my foster sister."

"Hm?" Bibi Dong finally took a careful look at Yu Feiyan.

Ying Chengfeng spoke up from the side: "Feiyan, show your Martial Soul."

At these words, a look of nervousness and unease flashed across Yu Feiyan's face.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and she dared not look up at anyone.

With a trash Martial Soul like hers, was she really going to sully the eyes of the Pope?

At this moment, Bibi Dong spoke: "Child, release your Martial Soul."

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, Yu Feiyan gritted her teeth and released her Martial Soul.

A cluster of blue-green Ghost Fire emerged in the palm of Yu Feiyan's hand.

"What kind of Martial Soul is this?" Bibi Dong sat up straight, unable to recognize it at first.

Crucially, she could not believe that Azure Luan would ask her to take on someone with a trash Martial Soul as a disciple.

Yu Feiyan dared not speak, so Ying Chengfeng spoke for her.

"Martial Soul: Ghost Fire. Innate Soul Power: level 2."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong was stunned for a long while.

She looked at Azure Luan and frowned.

Azure Luan was also dumbfounded.

He could hardly believe that Yu Feiyan's Martial Soul was actually this useless.

At first, he had truly believed his grandson had brought a genius to Martial Soul Hall.

"This..." Azure Luan was at a loss for words.

Ying Chengfeng spoke again: "Your Holiness, do you look down upon this Martial Soul?"

Bibi Dong looked at Ying Chengfeng with a very strange expression.

Although she was a foolish woman, she would not go so far as to do anything to a child.

Especially since this child is the grandson of Azure Luan.

Bibi Dong shook her head and said, "There are many affairs within the church; I am willing but lack the strength."

This was clearly a polite refusal.

However, it was not enough!

Ying Chengfeng raised his voice and said, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!"

Hearing these words, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.

She thought of that man who understood her so well, that man filled with talent.

"Who told you this?" Bibi Dong's voice grew louder as well.

Ying Chengfeng looked up at Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the throne above, and said:

"Does Your Excellency the Pope truly not intend to give my sister a chance?"

"Or does Your Excellency also believe that if a Martial Soul is trash, the person is trash?"

"I heard from my grandfather that Your Excellency highly esteems a certain theoretical Grandmaster."

"That Grandmaster seems to have proposed the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul."

"I thought that Your Excellency should be even more formidable than that Grandmaster."

"You would surely be able to help my sister achieve great heights."

On the other side, the corner of Azure Luan's mouth twitched slightly.

He thought to himself, when did I ever say these things? What on earth are you trying to do, you brat?

The situation was beginning to develop in a direction he could not easily control.

Bibi Dong's expression became obscure and unreadable, her voice returning to a calm state.

"It is not impossible to take your sister as a disciple, but I do not have much time to teach."

Upon hearing this, Ying Chengfeng frowned and said, "You must at least allow my sister to reach level 25 by the age of 12."

Bibi Dong looked at Ying Chengfeng with a half-smile, then said to Azure Luan:

"Azure Luan, did you come here specifically to cause me trouble?"

Azure Luan's expression remained calm as he said indifferently, "Children speak without restraint. Since the Pope is busy with church affairs, then let it be."

Ying Chengfeng interjected at this moment, "Grandfather, is the Pope incapable? In that case, I shall teach my sister myself. My sister Yu Feiyan has the potential of a Titled Douluo!"

Bibi Dong was immediately amused, "The potential of a Titled Douluo—what a bold claim."

By this time, Ying Chengfeng's performance was nearing its end.

He added one final spark.

Suddenly, two purple soul rings emerged from beneath his feet.

"Since the Pope refuses to take my sister as a disciple, I will teach her myself."

"Please, Your Excellency, remember my sister's face."

"The river flows east for thirty years, then west for thirty years; do not bully a young girl for being poor!"

"Six years from now, I will prove to Your Excellency what it means to say 'there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless trash'!"

After saying this, Ying Chengfeng took Yu Feiyan by the hand, turned around, and followed Azure Luan toward the exit of the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong's expression was momentarily dazed.

A Soul Grand Master with two purple soul rings?!

This completely contradicted the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul written by Xiaogang.

Because the shock Ying Chengfeng had brought her was so great, she remembered Yu Feiyan's face.

And what was the meaning of that phrase, "there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless trash"?

Bibi Dong even sensed a great deal of hostility when Ying Chengfeng spoke those words.

"Proving it to me in six years? I am quite curious to see what you can do by then." Bibi Dong revealed a playful smile.

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng, who had just reached the palace gate, suddenly stopped.

He raised his voice and said, "I heard there is a group on the continent called the Golden Iron Triangle, whose Martial Soul Fusion Skill is the Radiant Sacred Dragon. Is that true, Grandfather?"

A terrifying yet extremely restrained wave of soul power suddenly erupted within the Pope Palace.

"Hmph, is the Pope intending to lay a hand on a child?" Azure Luan activated a soul power barrier to resist.