Becoming the Holy Son and Taking Qian Daoliu as His Master

Spirit City, Murong Mansion.

"By the way, Huai'er, I seem to have forgotten to test your Soul Power yesterday. Come and give it a try."

Murong Chayue took out a high-grade crystal ball. The other worshippers said nothing. After all, with those two Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power was the bare minimum, but...

Murong Huai nodded and stepped forward, placing his hand on the crystal ball. A dazzling light immediately flashed, passing the Level 10 mark and settling firmly at Level 20.

Innate Level 20 Soul Power!!!

A truly god-tier Martial Soul!!

A super genius seen only once in a thousand years!

Qian Pocheng and the others exchanged glances and nodded. Qian Pocheng then made his decision.

"Everyone, in my capacity as Grand Worship, I hereby announce that, from today onward, Murong Huai is the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall. We will direct the resources of Spirit Hall toward him and do everything we can to nurture him!"

No one objected. Nurture a genius like this, and he would become an absolute peak powerhouse, certain to lead Spirit Hall to even greater heights.

"By the way, Huai'er, which Martial Soul do you plan to cultivate first?"

"My First Martial Soul, the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword!"

Murong Huai answered without hesitation. For one thing, Austin Griffin was far more powerful than the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword. Later on, he could add a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring to it directly, so he couldn't afford to waste it.

For another, he couldn't let his Second Martial Soul grow too quickly. What if he couldn't control it by then? Wouldn't that spell the end of the world?

The others nodded. Clearly, they thought the same way. They had experienced firsthand just how powerful his Second Martial Soul was.

After giving it some thought, Qian Pocheng said, "Huai'er, your First Martial Soul is a sword. In that case, we'll need to find you a swordsmanship teacher."

Qian Pocheng turned to Qian Daoliu.

"Daoliu, your swordsmanship is every bit as good as your father's. Why don't you take Huai'er as your disciple and teach him?"

At Qian Pocheng's words, Murong Huai and Murong Chayue were both delighted. Qian Daoliu was the current Pope of Spirit Hall, with the strength of a Level 97 Peak Douluo. He would soon break through to Level 98.

What's more, the Qian Family's Martial Soul was the Six-Winged Angel, whose weapon in battle was the Angel Holy Sword. The Qian Family's swordsmanship was among the best on the continent, and Qian Daoliu would one day be one of the three Peerless Douluo. Becoming his disciple was undoubtedly the best choice.

Qian Daoliu smiled.

"Of course. Huai'er, are you willing to become my disciple?"

"I am!" Murong Huai answered at once.

Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction.

"Good. From today onward, you are my personal disciple."

Murong Huai cupped his hands toward Qian Daoliu and bowed.

"This disciple greets his master!"

"Hahaha! Good, good, good. Get up."

The other worshippers offered their congratulations.

"Congratulations, Pope, on gaining such an outstanding disciple."

"Congratulations!"

"Old dog Murong, you're one lucky bastard!"

"Your mother—"

The others soon left Murong Mansion as well, returning to the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall.

Murong Huai suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Grandpa, where's Dong'er?"

Murong Chayue smiled.

"Don't worry, she's fine. The pressure from your Martial Soul affected her, and she's asleep in the guest room."

Speaking of Bibi Dong, Murong Chayue couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her. Murong Huai had both parents alive, while Bibi Dong had lost both of hers and had grown up in an orphanage run by Spirit Hall.

"By the way, Huai'er, get familiar with your Martial Souls. Tomorrow, your bastard of a father will personally take you and Dong'er to get your first Spirit Rings."

As he spoke, Murong Chayue took a thick book from his Soul Tool and handed it to Murong Huai.

"Huai'er, this book contains information on nearly every Soul Beast on the continent. Take it and look through it. You're clever, so see if you can find a Soul Beast that suits you."

Murong Huai took it and put it into his Storage Soul Tool Ring. As a descendant of the Murong Family, a Storage Soul Tool was nothing special. Xiao Qingmei had given him one when he was three. It had fifty cubic meters of storage space, as well as ten cubic meters for storing living creatures.

"All right, Grandpa."

Murong Huai hopped back to his own courtyard.

Not long after Murong Huai left, a figure barged in. It was Murong Fuhai. The moment he saw his father, he hurriedly asked, "Dad, I heard Huai'er awakened Twin Martial Souls. Is it true?"

The moment Murong Chayue saw his own good-for-nothing son, he kicked him.

"Your mother—"

"You didn't show up when your son was born, you—"

"You didn't show up when your son awakened his Martial Soul, you—"

Murong Chayue kept cursing him for the time it took an incense stick to burn before finally calming down.

"Hmph. Huai'er awakened Twin Martial Souls, the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword and Austin Griffin. His Innate Soul Power is Level 20. Happy now?"

At his father's words, Murong Fuhai froze. His miserable mood after being berated by his father vanished. Only two things remained in his mind:

Twin Martial Souls, Innate Level 20 Soul Power...

Innate Level 20 Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls...

As for what Austin Griffin was, he didn't care in the slightest.

After a long pause, Murong Fuhai waved a hand excitedly. He thought hard for a moment, then shouted, "Holy crap, that's awesome—"

Murong Chayue: ...

"Your mother— Get the hell out of here! Remember to take Huai'er and Dong'er to the Star Dou Great Forest tomorrow to hunt for Spirit Rings!"

Murong Fuhai froze, glanced at his father, and said quietly, "Dad, tomorrow, the Military Camp..."

"You..."

Seeing his father about to start yelling again, Murong Fuhai hurriedly changed his tune.

"I can do it, no problem. Leave it to me!"

Back courtyard.

Murong Huai stood in the courtyard, Soul Power flowing through his right hand. The Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword appeared in it. Gripping the hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other, he took a deep breath and yanked hard.

Well, guess what?

—It didn't come out!!

Murong Huai was speechless. The Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword was certainly cool and powerful, but it was also really long, like the two-handed swords of ancient times. Even though it had been scaled down proportionally, his arms were too short to draw it!

So Murong Huai came up with a solution. He gripped the hilt with both hands and kicked the scabbard. It flew off, and the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword emerged, radiating a fierce golden chill.

At the sight of it, his dream of becoming a sword immortal stirred in his heart. He didn't know swordsmanship, but he knew a few basic moves: thrust, chop, sweep, hook... blah blah blah, he couldn't remember the rest.

Murong Huai tried swinging it around, but his swordsmanship was clumsy and his movements stiff.

"Ahem. Looks like I'll have to learn swordsmanship after all."

Then Murong Huai withdrew his Martial Soul, sat on a stone stool, and took out the Soul Beast Record to read. As a longtime reader of Douluo novels, he naturally knew how Spirit Rings should be matched.

His Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword had Ultimate Gold and space attributes. But in the early stages, he should focus on Spirit Skills that boosted his attack power. Only later could he bring out the full potential of low-level Spirit Rings.

"Fang Saber-toothed Tiger. Possesses powerful attack strength, moves quickly, and has a violent temperament..."

"Wind-Hissing Mantis. Exceptional attack power, nimble speed, and a wind attribute..."

"Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. Among the continent's best in attack power, with formidable speed and defense..."

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