I Deserve All the Best in This World

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

In an instant, a dazzling golden light erupted, nearly blinding Zhang Shou'an.

He exclaimed in agitation, "This... this is!!!"

Innate level twenty! Level twenty!!! How could such a genius exist in this world?!

Could the soul-measuring crystal ball be broken?

To prevent any errors, Zhang Shou'an retrieved several more crystal balls for Cen Yu to test his soul power.

In the end, every result confirmed that the crystal balls were not malfunctioning; Cen Yu was indeed innate level twenty.

Suddenly, disregarding everything else, the bishop hurriedly shouted outward, "Someone! Place the entire branch hall under martial law! No one is to enter or leave!"

He then grabbed pen and paper to write a letter, ordering his subordinates to deliver it to Martial Soul City at top speed.

"Child, don't be nervous! I have already explained the situation to the Hall; we shall wait a few days, and people from the Hall will arrive soon."

"By then, even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we will surely help you find those detestable fallen ones!"

Zhang Shou'an patted Cen Yu's head, signaling him to rest easy.

Although he desperately wanted to avenge this child immediately, he was merely a humble Soul Saint.

Innate level twenty... if such a genius were discovered by the outside world, even Title Douluos would likely be dispatched to assassinate him.

If that happened, he would become the eternal sinner of Martial Soul Hall.

Cen Yu understood Zhang Shou'an's thoughts and nodded silently.

"I understand, thank you, Bishop."

Although the evil soul masters might escape in the meantime... it did not matter.

As long as he could see Qian Daoliu... even Bibi Dong would suffice; his talent was worth Martial Soul Hall putting out a continent-wide bounty for the evil soul masters.

However... it seemed the communications here could only be sent to the Pope Palace and would not reach the hands of Qian Daoliu...

It didn't matter... Bibi Dong would do.

Those animals would not get far.

When the time came, even if they were lucky enough to hide in Slaughter City, it would still be a dead end.

It was just... Mom, Dad... everyone...

Thinking of this, Cen Yu suppressed the grief in his heart and listlessly ate the bread Zhang Shou'an had given him.

He was only six years old; if he didn't eat, his body would collapse. Even for the sake of revenge, he had to maintain his physical condition.

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

During these two weeks, Cen Yu remained under tight protection within the branch hall.

As time trickled by, news of his village being wiped out began to spread.

Everyone was shocked.

This was a time of peace; an entire village being annihilated was no small matter.

But soon, everyone noticed that despite such a major event, the branch hall remained silent and even stayed under martial law.

Even when personnel from the sub-halls and main halls came to investigate, the branch hall remained locked down.

That was until the arrival of three figures.

Zhang Shou'an led Cen Yu forward and introduced the three people before them: "Come... child, this is Her Excellency the Pope, His Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo, and His Excellency Ghost Douluo."

"Hurry and pay your respects; they have come here specifically for you."

Hearing this, Cen Yu lowered his head and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Your Excellency the Pope, and the two Excellencies... thank you for your hard work."

Bibi Dong looked at the melancholy boy before her and could not help but think of her own childhood.

She sighed and helped him up: "Child, rise."

Zhang Shou'an hurriedly said, "Quick, release your Martial Soul for Her Excellency the Pope to see."

Cen Yu nodded, but just as he was about to release his Martial Soul, he suddenly froze.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged puzzled glances.

What was happening? Why was there no movement?

Suddenly, Cen Yu opened his eyes, his red pupils causing the group to startle.

Under the confused gazes of Bibi Dong and the others, a wicked smile curled the boy's lips.

"So it is the noble Pope and two Title Douluos; my apologies for the lack of courtesy."

"You want to see my Martial Soul? Very well, no problem at all~"

As he spoke, Cen Yu gently raised his hand, and an aura of slaughter, evil, and immense power instantly flooded the room.

This was his Martial Soul, World-Ending Heavenly Mother.

Watching the figure slowly emerge behind him, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and even Zhang Shou'an couldn't help but change color.

What was terrifying was that their own martial souls actually stirred with a trace of fear.

Zhang Shou'an hurriedly knelt before Bibi Dong: "Your Majesty the Pope, please forgive me! This child's martial soul was not like this before! It was clearly... clearly filled with holiness!"

However, Bibi Dong ignored him, instead staring at Cen Yu with great interest.

With this aura, anyone who didn't know better would think this kid was the joint successor of the Asura God and the Rakshasa God.

Interesting, truly interesting!

Seeing that they were sufficiently shocked, Cen Yu retracted his martial soul and looked at Bibi Dong with a light chuckle: "Your Majesty, am I qualified to be your closing disciple?"

Bibi Dong also chuckled, countering with a question: "Do you think you aren't?"

Hearing this, Cen Yu shook his head with a smile: "Of course not. I deserve the best of everything in this world."

"I sense a familiar aura from you. If I take you as my master, are you willing to help me take revenge and give me the best of everything?"

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

Was this something he was allowed to hear? What was wrong with this child? To be so bold as to speak to the Pope like that...

Even Yue Guan instinctively moved to rebuke Cen Yu for his overstepping.

But just then, Bibi Dong waved her hand lightly, stopping Yue Guan.

Such a confident kid, showing no cowardice even when facing three Titled Douluo; interesting.

"Very well, This Seat can agree to that. But what can you give This Seat in return?"

Hearing this, Cen Yu smiled slyly: "What can I give you?"

"Actually, I don't know either! But perhaps, you might receive an investment return that is absolutely worth it~"

"Is that so..."

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment before finally nodding: "Then This Seat shall see what kind of return you can offer."

In truth, she had no complaints; she was simply teasing Cen Yu because of his demeanor.

After all, getting a disciple with innate full spirit power of level twenty for free—what was there to be dissatisfied about?

Cen Yu smiled, walked to the side to brew a pot of tea, then poured a cup and respectfully handed it to Bibi Dong: "Here, Master, please have some tea."

"In my hometown, taking a master requires offering tea. This is called the apprenticeship tea~"

"As for the tuition for the apprenticeship~ I don't have any right now, so I'll make it up later, okay? Hehe~"

Seeing this, Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance and nodded.

Although the kid was a bit presumptuous, it seemed his upbringing was quite good; his manners were spot on.

It was truly impressive; in such a remote, backwater place, a pair of ordinary people had actually managed to raise such a child.

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

"Then, Cen Yu, from today on, you are my closing disciple."

But looking at Cen Yu's expectant gaze, she felt a bit puzzled.

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

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

Was this kid actually waiting for an apprenticeship gift?