I Deserve All the Best in the World

Cen Yu nodded and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

In an instant, dazzling golden light blazed forth, nearly blinding Zhang Shou'an.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Th-this is!!!"

Innate twentieth level! Level twenty!!! How could there be such a genius in the world?!

Could the Soul Power testing crystal ball be broken?

To be sure, Zhang Shou'an brought out several more crystal balls to test Cen Yu's Soul Power.

In the end, every result told him the same thing: the crystal balls were working perfectly, and Cen Yu truly had innate Soul Power at level twenty.

The bishop couldn't worry about anything else. He hurriedly shouted toward the door, "Guards! Seal off the entire Martial Soul Branch Hall! No one is allowed in or out!"

Then he picked up paper and brush and began writing a letter, ordering his subordinates to deliver it to Spirit City at full speed.

"Child, don't be nervous! I've already explained the situation to the hall. We'll wait here for a few days, and someone from the hall will be here soon."

"When they arrive, even if they have to dig three feet underground, they'll find that despicable Fallen One for you!"

Zhang Shou'an patted Cen Yu on the head, reassuring him.

Although he wanted nothing more than to avenge the child immediately, he was only a mere Soul Saint.

Innate level twenty... If the outside world learned of a genius like this, even Titled Douluo might come after him.

If that happened, Zhang Shou'an would become a sinner for all eternity in the eyes of Spirit Hall.

Cen Yu understood what Zhang Shou'an was thinking and silently nodded.

"I understand. Thank you, Bishop."

This might give the Evil Soul Master a chance to escape... but it didn't matter.

As long as he could meet Qian Daoliu... even Bibi Dong would do. His talent was worth Spirit Hall hunting every Evil Soul Master on the continent for him.

But... it seemed that messages from here could only be sent to Pope Palace. They couldn't reach Qian Daoliu...

It was all right... Bibi Dong would do, too.

Those beasts couldn't have gone far.

Even if they were lucky enough to hide in Slaughter City, they would still be walking into their own deaths.

But... Father, Mother... everyone...

At the thought of them, Cen Yu fought back his grief and listlessly ate the bread Zhang Shou'an had given him.

He was only six. If he didn't eat, his body would give out. Even if he was going to avenge them, he had to keep himself in shape.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Throughout those two weeks, Cen Yu remained in the Martial Soul Branch Hall, under close protection.

As the days went by, news spread that his village had been wiped out.

Everyone was shocked.

It was peacetime. The destruction of an entire village was no small matter.

But soon, people noticed that despite such a major incident, the Martial Soul Branch Hall had made no move at all. It had even gone into lockdown.

Even when people from the Martial Soul Sub-Hall and Martial Soul Main Hall came to investigate, the branch hall remained sealed.

That was, until three figures arrived.

Leading Cen Yu forward, Zhang Shou'an introduced the three people before him. "Come, child. This is His Holiness the Pope, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo."

"Quickly, pay your respects. Their Excellencies came all this way especially for you."

Cen Yu lowered his head and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Your Holiness, and greetings to both Your Excellencies... Thank you for making the journey."

Bibi Dong looked at the melancholy boy before her, and couldn't help thinking of her own childhood.

She sighed and helped him to his feet. "Get up, child."

Zhang Shou'an hurriedly said, "Quickly, release your Martial Soul and let His Holiness the Pope have a look."

Cen Yu nodded and was about to release his Martial Soul when he suddenly froze.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged puzzled looks.

What was wrong? Why wasn't anything happening?

Suddenly, Cen Yu opened his eyes. His red pupils made everyone pause.

Under the bewildered gazes of Bibi Dong and the other three, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of the boy's mouth.

"So it is the esteemed His Holiness the Pope and two Titled Douluo. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner."

"You want to see my Martial Soul? Sure, no problem~"

As he spoke, Cen Yu slowly raised a hand. An aura of slaughter, evil, and overwhelming power instantly filled the place.

This was his Martial Soul: the World-Ending Heavenly Mother.

As the figure slowly appeared behind him, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Zhang Shou'an all went pale.

What was terrifying was that their Martial Souls had actually felt a trace of fear.

Zhang Shou'an hurriedly dropped to his knees before Bibi Dong. "Please forgive me, Your Holiness! The child's Martial Soul wasn't like this before! It was clearly... clearly filled with holiness!"

Bibi Dong ignored him, instead studying Cen Yu with keen interest.

With an aura like that, anyone who didn't know better would think the boy was the shared heir of Asura God and Rakshasa God.

Interesting. Far too interesting!

Once the others seemed sufficiently shocked, Cen Yu withdrew his Martial Soul and smiled at Bibi Dong. "Your Holiness, am I qualified to become your personal disciple?"

Bibi Dong smiled too and asked in return, "Do you think you're not qualified?"

Cen Yu smiled and shook his head. "Of course not. I deserve all the best in the world."

"I sense a familiar aura in you. If I become your disciple, will you help me take revenge and give me everything best in the world?"

At this, Zhang Shou'an hurriedly lowered his head, wishing he could cover his ears.

Was this something he should be hearing? What had gotten into the child? How could he speak so boldly to His Holiness the Pope...

Even Yue Guan was about to rebuke Cen Yu for his audacity.

But just then, Bibi Dong gently raised a hand and stopped him.

The boy was so confident, and not at all intimidated despite facing three Titled Douluo. Interesting.

"Very well. I can agree to that. What can you offer me in return?"

Cen Yu smiled slyly. "What can I offer you?"

"Actually, I'm not sure either? But maybe you'll get a return on your investment that's absolutely worth it~"

"I see..."

Bibi Dong considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Then I'll have to see what kind of return you can give me."

She wasn't actually dissatisfied with anything. She had simply been teasing Cen Yu.

After all, how could she be unhappy about picking up a disciple with innate Soul Power at level twenty for free?

Cen Yu smiled, went over to brew a pot of tea, poured a cup, and respectfully handed it to Bibi Dong. "Here, Master. Please have some tea."

"In my hometown, you offer tea when you become someone's disciple. It's called apprenticeship tea~"

"As for the tuition gift for becoming your disciple~ I don't have one right now. I'll make it up to you later, okay? Hehe~"

Seeing this, Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged glances and nodded.

The boy was a little presumptuous, but it seemed he'd been raised well. He knew his manners.

It was impressive that an ordinary couple in such a remote place had managed to raise a child like him.

Bibi Dong took the teacup with satisfaction and took a small sip.

"Then, Cen Yu, from today onward, you are my personal disciple."

But when she saw the expectant look in Cen Yu's eyes, she felt a little puzzled.

What did that mean? Why was he looking at her like that?

Suddenly, Bibi Dong understood, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

So this kid was waiting for his apprenticeship gift?