Pope Palace.
A black-clad Soul Master entered silently and dropped to one knee, reporting every detail of what had just happened at Martial Soul Academy to Wang Xian'er and Bibi Dong.
From the thousand-and-one-hundred-kilogram physical test to healing everyone at once, and then his conversation with Huo Yuhao in front of the grilled-fish stall, the black-clad Soul Master recounted it all clearly.
After listening, Wang Xian'er furrowed her brows and waved a hand. "You may leave."
"Yes."
The black-clad Soul Master flashed away, vanishing into the shadows once more.
Only after he had left did Wang Xian'er speak, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Ancestor, Doudou's behavior really is adorable. He's so young, yet already knows to be wary of others.
"But I don't understand. Why did you specifically send someone to watch Doudou's every move? He's your son, after all."
In her eyes, this was surely a mother being overprotective of her son.
Bibi Dong had been flipping through the documents absentmindedly. She first froze, then let out a laugh and said with a wry smile, "I couldn't possibly be Doudou's mother."
"Huh?"
Wang Xian'er hesitated, then her face filled with shock. "Ancestor, Doudou isn't your son?"
Chen Doudou's strength was truly unmatched beneath the heavens.
Six years old, Level 28, with a ten-thousand-year Second Soul Ring.
The only explanation she could think of was the "God-level Martial Soul" recorded in Spirit Hall's history. Only someone with Innate Level 20 Soul Power could achieve something like that.
If Bibi Dong were his mother, it would all make sense.
Bibi Dong saw at once that she had misunderstood something and said, "Don't make wild guesses. Doudou's mother is the Rakshasa Goddess of the Divine Realm, and his father is the Asura God King. His status is so exalted that he could be called the most distinguished person in the Divine Realm."
Wang Xian'er felt a roar in her head, and her pupils quivered violently.
She had thought Chen Doudou might have a very distinguished background, but she hadn't imagined it would be this distinguished!
The most distinguished in the Divine Realm, too?!!
His father was the Asura God King, and his mother was the Rakshasa Goddess.
Good heavens. Just look at him!
He wasn't merely the young master of Spirit Hall. He was practically the little ancestor of the Divine Realm!
Bibi Dong's expression turned solemn as she warned her, "Keep this to yourself. Don't tell anyone else."
"Yes, Ancestor."
Wang Xian'er forced down the shock churning inside her and hurriedly agreed, though a cold sweat had already broken out across her back.
Bibi Dong said nothing more and continued looking through the documents on the desk. They were densely filled with the names of sects and forces that had once kicked Spirit Hall when it was down.
She tapped one name lightly with her fingertip and asked, "What was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reply?"
"Nothing."
Wang Xian'er shook her head, indignation in her voice. "The letter we sent sank like a stone into the sea. They probably just intercepted it."
So this was what it meant to be a tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs.
Now even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dared to ignore Spirit Hall.
"Hmph."
Bibi Dong snorted, her expression darkening at once. A cold glint of murderous intent flashed in her violet eyes. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has really gone downhill. It seems they've forgotten the fear they once felt."
She closed the documents, her tone indifferent. "There's no need to wait for their reply. Tomorrow, I'll take Doudou there myself."
If they didn't want to behave with dignity, she'd go to their door and teach them how.
It would also be a good chance to let Doudou learn what it felt like to bully others.
"What? Ancestor, you're going in person?"
Wang Xian'er jumped to her feet in alarm. "I'll arrange for a few Titled Elders to accompany you right now. We must make sure nothing goes wrong!"
She was about to leave, but a slender hand as firm as an iron clamp pressed down on her shoulder.
"Sit down."
Bibi Dong rested her hand lightly on Wang Xian'er's shoulder. She didn't use much force, yet Wang Xian'er couldn't move.
"It's only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I'm more than enough on my own."
Bibi Dong spoke as if it were nothing.
Looking at that utterly calm face, Wang Xian'er finally came to her senses.
She had almost forgotten. The woman before her was Bibi Dong!
The Holy Pope who had once nearly unified the continent and struck fear into countless sects!
She was starting to feel a little sorry for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"By the way, have you heard anything about Xie Yue and Hu Liena, the two I asked you to find?"
"Not yet. They might not be within Spirit City. Perhaps we should send people to look in the Heavenly Soul and Star Luo Empires."
"Then look for them."
Bibi Dong sighed softly and waved a hand.
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."
Martial Soul Academy, Junior Division, Year Five, Class One.
The bell signaling the end of gravity class had just rung.
The students inside collapsed to the floor like lumps of mud, gasping for breath.
The torment of three times gravity had left these young Soul Masters, eleven or twelve years old on average, utterly exhausted.
"Ow... my legs... I can't feel my legs anymore..."
"Tell me about it. I couldn't even lift my hand just now. It felt like all my Soul Power was being wrung out of me."
"But seriously, as exhausting as this class is, it really works. I feel like I've gotten stronger again."
The students gathered together, recovering their strength as they gossiped about the academy. Their voices were weak, but their enthusiasm for gossip couldn't be dampened.
"Have you heard? A monster has joined our academy."
A boy rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
"You mean that Jiang Nannan girl, right? My sister told me she's already Level 22 at just eight years old. That's ridiculous."
Someone nearby chimed in, his voice full of envy and resentment.
"That's nothing. The one called Chen Doudou is the real monster. Level 28 at six years old."
Another boy shot upright and gestured dramatically. "Damn, did he start cultivating in the womb, or does his family own a mine and feed him pills every day?"
"I bet he got there by taking drugs."
"Exactly! He's so abnormal. How are ordinary Soul Masters like us supposed to survive?"
The students' discussion rose and fell, everyone marveling at how monstrous the two new students were.
Ye Guyi was drenched in fragrant sweat too, her damp hair clinging to her cheeks.
Leaning against the wall, she listened to the chatter around her and smiled faintly. "Doudou, you really know how to cause a stir."
After resting for a while and recovering some strength, she braced herself against the wall and stood, ready to leave.
It was Doudou's first day of class. As his older sister, she had to make him a meal herself.
Just then, a pretty, golden-haired figure quietly slipped up behind her and lightly tapped her shoulder with a slender finger.
"Sis Guyi, where are you in such a hurry to go?"
Ye Guyi turned around and saw who it was. "Mengdi? Did you need something?"
The girl was Yu Mengdi, someone who had grown up with her, though their personalities were completely different.
"Hehe, you caught me."
Yu Mengdi smiled sheepishly, revealing two adorable little tiger teeth.
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