My Little Sister Feiyan Has the Potential to Become a Titled Douluo!

The next afternoon, Azure Luan Elder came to Ying Chengfeng with news.

"I've arranged everything. You can come with me to see the Pope now."

Ying Chengfeng hadn't expected his grandfather to be so quick. He was a little surprised.

As if he'd seen through Ying Chengfeng's thoughts, Azure Luan Elder said:

"Once you've finished what you need to do, take her and leave at once. Don't come back for five or six years."

Ying Chengfeng knew exactly who his grandfather meant by "her."

Who else could it be but Qian Renxue, the first in line to inherit the throne?

Azure Luan Elder was in a bind, too.

What could he do now that it had already happened?

All he could do was keep it hidden as long as possible.

If word got out that they'd whisked away the angelic heir, the whole family would suffer.

His status as an elder couldn't protect anyone.

Ying Chengfeng looked at his grandfather, touched, but feeling even more indebted to him.

"Don't pull such a long face," Azure Luan Elder said irritably.

Ying Chengfeng pressed his lips together. "I'd also like to ask you to help me with something, Grandpa."

Azure Luan Elder watched him for a long moment before saying, "After you've met with the Pope, wait for me outside Spirit City."

He didn't ask Ying Chengfeng then and there what he wanted help with.

Ying Chengfeng knew time was short, so he took Yu Feiyan with him to the Pope Palace.

A short while later, inside the Pope Palace.

The vast hall stood empty, with only Bibi Dong seated on the papal throne.

Bibi Dong glanced at Azure Luan Elder, then at Ying Chengfeng and Yu Feiyan.

"Azure Luan Elder, what brings you here?"

Azure Luan Elder got straight to the point. "I've come to recommend a disciple to the Pope."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong gave him an inscrutable smile. "You think so highly of me, Azure Luan Elder? Then who is this disciple of mine?"

Her gaze fell first on Ying Chengfeng.

In both bearing and appearance, Ying Chengfeng looked a lot like Azure Luan Elder.

"Is it you? Release your Martial Soul and let me see."

Ying Chengfeng shook his head. "It's not me. It's my sworn younger sister."

"Hmm?" Only then did Bibi Dong take a closer look at Yu Feiyan.

Ying Chengfeng turned to her and said, "Feiyan, show her your Martial Soul."

Nervousness and unease flashed across Yu Feiyan's face.

She trembled, unable to look up at anyone.

With a Trash Martial Soul like hers, was she really going to reveal it and sully the Pope's eyes?

Just then, Bibi Dong spoke as well. "Child, release your Martial Soul."

Under the weight of several gazes, Yu Feiyan gritted her teeth and released her Martial Soul.

A wisp of blue-green Ghost Fire rose from Yu Feiyan's palm.

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

More importantly, she couldn't believe Azure Luan Elder would ask her to take on a disciple with a Trash Martial Soul.

Yu Feiyan didn't dare speak, so Ying Chengfeng answered for her.

"Her Martial Soul is Ghost Fire. Her Innate Soul Power is rank two."

Bibi Dong froze for a long while.

She looked at Azure Luan Elder, frowning.

Azure Luan Elder was just as dumbfounded.

He, too, couldn't believe Yu Feiyan's Martial Soul was so worthless.

At first, he'd truly thought his grandson had brought the Spirit Hall a genius.

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

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

Bibi Dong gave Ying Chengfeng a very strange look.

She might be a foolish woman, but she wouldn't go after a child.

Especially not one who was Azure Luan Elder's grandson's sworn sister.

Bibi Dong shook her head. "There are many matters to attend to in the Hall. I'm afraid my hands are tied."

It was an obvious refusal.

But it wasn't enough!

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

Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly at his words.

She thought of the man who understood her so well, the man brimming with talent.

"Who told you that?" Bibi Dong's voice rose a little.

Ying Chengfeng looked up at Bibi Dong on the throne. "Your Holiness, are you truly unwilling to give my sister a chance?"

"Or do you also think that a useless Martial Soul makes a useless person?"

"I heard from my grandfather that Your Holiness greatly admires a theoretical Grandmaster."

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

"I thought Your Holiness must be even more capable than that Grandmaster."

"You'll surely be able to help my sister achieve great things."

Off to the side, Azure Luan Elder's mouth twitched.

When had I ever said any of that? What are you up to, you little rascal?

Events were starting to slip beyond his control.

Bibi Dong's expression turned inscrutable, though her voice settled back into a calm tone.

"It's not impossible for me to take your sister as my disciple, but I don't have much time to teach her."

Ying Chengfeng frowned. "Then you'll have to get my sister to reach at least rank 25 by the time she's twelve."

Bibi Dong gave Ying Chengfeng a half-smile, then turned to Azure Luan Elder. "Azure Luan Elder, did you come here just to make trouble for me?"

Azure Luan Elder remained calm. "Children say all sorts of things. If Your Holiness is busy, then let's leave it at that."

Ying Chengfeng cut in. "Grandpa, is the Pope not up to it? Then I'll teach my sister myself. My sister Feiyan has the potential to become a Titled Douluo!"

Bibi Dong burst out laughing. "The potential to become a Titled Douluo? You're certainly bold."

By then, Ying Chengfeng had nearly finished putting on his act.

He added one final spark.

Two purple Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

"If the Pope won't take my sister as her disciple, I'll teach her myself."

"Your Holiness, remember my sister's face."

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Don't bully a young girl just because she's poor!"

"In six years, I'll prove to Your Holiness what it means when they say, 'There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless trash!'"

With that, Ying Chengfeng took Yu Feiyan by the hand, turned around, and followed Azure Luan Elder toward the hall's exit.

Bibi Dong looked dazed.

A Soul Grandmaster with two purple Soul Rings?!

That completely contradicted Xiao Gang's Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.

And the shock Ying Chengfeng had given her was so great that she'd also remembered Yu Feiyan's face.

Also, what had he meant by "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless trash"?

Bibi Dong had even sensed a fierce hostility in Ying Chengfeng's voice as he said it.

"Prove it to me in six years? I'm curious what you'll be able to do by then." Bibi Dong's smile turned playful.

Just then, Ying Chengfeng, who had reached the hall's entrance, suddenly stopped.

He raised his voice. "I heard there's a group on the mainland called the Golden Iron Triangle, whose Martial Soul Fusion Skill is the Radiant Sacred Dragon. Is that true, Grandpa?"

An overwhelmingly powerful yet tightly restrained wave of Soul Power suddenly swept through the Pope Palace.

"Hmph. Is the Pope really going to attack a child?" Azure Luan Elder raised a Soul Power barrier to fend it off.