The Tournament Concludes

"I understand, Teacher."

"Yes. This round of qualifiers will be held within the Heaven Dou Empire. The qualifiers will take about half a month, the promotion matches around a week, and the final rounds about another week.

"On top of that, the contestants from Heaven Dou and Star Luo will need more than half a month to travel by carriage to Spirit City. Altogether, a tournament like this takes roughly two months to complete."

After listening carefully, Wu Ling nodded and asked, "Then, Teacher, is there anything you need me to do?"

Bibi Dong froze slightly. "What do I need Ling'er... to do?"

The next second, Bibi Dong came to her senses. "I came to ask whether you planned to go watch the matches."

Wu Ling blinked twice. With that adorably vacant expression of his, it would have been a waste of his looks not to call him an A-rank handsome young man.

"But Teacher, didn't we agree that I only needed to watch the finals?"

"Was that so? I've been busy lately, so I couldn't remember clearly. That's why I came to confirm it. Are you sure you only want to watch the finals?"

After saying that, Bibi Dong casually asked Wu Ling a few more questions before leaving with Yue Guan.

Watching Bibi Dong's departing figure, Wu Ling was still puzzled. "Can a Title Douluo forget things too?"

But then Wu Ling reconsidered. On Douluo Continent, hidden weapons could kill gods, and Title Douluo could be poisoned to death. In that case, it suddenly seemed easier to accept that Title Douluo might forget things... my ass!

Wu Ling might not know what other Title Douluo were like, but he knew Bibi Dong far too well. Even if Qian Daoliu developed senile dementia and Tang San got polio, Bibi Dong would never forget something.

For a time, Wu Ling considered several possibilities, only to reject each one himself. He had even suspected the medicine Xiao Fen had given Bibi Dong, but Xiao Fen was recalled by Wu Ling every half month to have her memories absorbed. There had been absolutely nothing suspicious there, so that possibility could be ruled out as well.

"Could it be that I'm really overthinking this?"

Unable to figure it out in the end, Wu Ling could only give up thinking about it and throw himself back into cultivation.

"Almost there, almost there. I'm just one step away from level thirty-four. With the cultivation method and Xiao Fen's medicine, I feel like my cultivation speed as a Soul Elder is even faster than when I was a Soul Grandmaster. I'll probably reach Soul Ancestor within two years."

Another two months passed like this...

"Heaven Dou! Heaven Dou! Heaven Dou!"

"Spirit Hall! Spirit Hall! Spirit Hall!"

At the competition grounds in Spirit City, Heaven Dou Team One and the Spirit Hall Team were competing for the overall championship of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament. The surrounding stands were packed with an enormous crowd of spectators.

Wu Ling sat somewhere in the front rows of the audience. It was clearly an inconspicuous spot, yet he could take in everything happening on the arena at a glance.

Bibi Dong had originally planned to let Wu Ling sit with her on the elevated platform to watch, but for the same reason as before, he did not want to draw too much attention at the moment. That was why Bibi Dong had found him such a good seat.

On the arena, the Heaven Dou Empire's team was led by a Soul Ancestor from a direct branch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage. Apart from the support-type member, all the others were Soul Ancestors as well.

Although the support-type member was only a Soul Elder in his thirties, his Martial Soul was the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, known as the number one support Martial Soul in the world.

This rare cooperation between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda of the Upper Three Sects truly gave the world a small shock.

As for Spirit Hall, its team consisted of seven Soul Ancestors, with a man whose Martial Soul was the White Armored Earth Dragon serving as captain.

In Wu Ling's eyes, Heaven Dou and Spirit Hall each had roughly a fifty percent chance of winning.

Although Spirit Hall had one more Soul Ancestor than Heaven Dou, a Spirit Master with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda was far more useful than an ordinary Soul Ancestor.

Moreover, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's bloodline was inherently much stronger than that of the White Armored Earth Dragon, which completely erased the White Armored Earth Dragon Spirit Master's advantage in Soul Power.

Thus, judging from overall strength alone, the two sides had nearly equal odds of victory.

However, Spirit Hall's hope of winning still rested on the White Armored Earth Dragon, their main fighter. Wu Ling could tell from his aura alone that the Spirit Master had blood on his hands.

If it truly came down to a life-or-death battle, that White Armored Earth Dragon Spirit Master should be able to suppress the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master on the opposing side.

Furthermore, since Star Luo's main team was absent from this grand final, Wu Ling could more or less determine from the original story that the eventual winner would still be Spirit Hall.

Of course, just in case, Wu Ling had asked Bibi Dong to give that Spirit Master the low-level cultivation method. It would be made public soon anyway, so letting one person see it a few days early was no big deal.

After nearly twenty minutes of battle, only the main fighters from both sides remained on the arena: the two Spirit Masters with Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Souls and the Spirit Master with the White Armored Earth Dragon Martial Soul.

By this point in the battle, both sides had nearly exhausted their Soul Power. What remained was a contest of willpower.

During the fight, Wu Ling had already seen through their decision-making and reaction speeds. Spirit Hall's Spirit Master was indeed the better of the two.

The scales of victory, which had originally been evenly balanced with only a slight tilt, completely tipped toward Spirit Hall after Wu Ling added his "weight."

Just as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master exhausted his final trace of Soul Power and could only use his first hundred-year Spirit Skill, the White Armored Earth Dragon Spirit Master opposite him unleashed his fourth thousand-year Spirit Skill.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master immediately shouted in disbelief, "Impossible! Even though your Soul Power Level is higher than mine, with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's support, our total Soul Power should be about the same. So why can you still use your fourth Spirit Skill now?"

However, when he turned to look at the referee, the referee merely shook his head, indicating that his opponent had not consumed any kind of medicine to restore Soul Power.

After learning the truth, the Spirit Master was filled with grief and indignation. In the end, amid his helpless, furious roars, he was blasted off the arena by the White Armored Earth Dragon Spirit Master's fourth Spirit Skill.

In an instant, the crowd supporting Spirit Hall erupted in excited cheers. The entire arena echoed with the words "Spirit Hall."

Amid the crowd's cries, this tournament, held once every five years, officially came to an end.

Wu Ling did not spare the scene on the arena another glance. No matter which team it was, he could defeat them alone, so none of it interested him in the slightest.

"The only regret this time is that I didn't get to see Star Luo Empire's Hell White Tiger.

"But forget it. I don't care that much anyway. The urgent matter now is preparing for the publicity campaign."