Chrysanthemum and Ghost Personally Welcome Him: Six-Year-Old Di Yao Dares Ask Whether Spirit Hall Is Worth It!

On the road to Spirit City, Di Yao did not look around like an ordinary child.

He sat in the carriage with a Soul Beast Catalog spread out before him.

Yue Guan had casually tossed it to him.

Originally, he had only wanted to tease this overly calm little fellow.

But as he watched, the smile on Yue Guan's face gradually faded.

Di Yao flipped through it quickly.

Not the random page-turning of a child looking at pictures.

He was filtering through it with a purpose.

Fire attribute.

Avian types.

Solar bloodlines.

Royal bloodlines.

Whenever he saw a relevant entry, he stopped, silently memorized it, then continued turning pages.

Half an hour later, Yue Guan finally could not hold back.

"Little fellow, can you understand it?"

Di Yao did not look up.

"The words aren't difficult."

Yue Guan's mouth twitched.

"That's not what I meant."

"Much of this soul beast information cannot be understood even by official soul masters."

"You just awakened, and you're already choosing soul rings?"

Di Yao closed the catalog.

"Innate level twenty means I need to prepare for at least two soul rings."

"The First Soul Ring determines the direction of my soul skills."

"The Second Soul Ring determines the prototype of my system."

"If I casually settle for a hundred-year soul beast from the start and try to make up for it later, the cost will be even greater."

Yue Guan's eyes shifted slightly.

Gui Mei had been sitting in the shadows without speaking.

At this moment, he slowly raised his eyes as well.

Di Yao continued, "Demon Emperor Di Jun is not an ordinary fire-type martial spirit."

"It suppresses Beast Spirits, and it also suppresses soul beast bloodlines."

"For the First Soul Ring, the best choice would be a soul beast with solar, golden-flame, or royal avian bloodlines."

"The age cannot be too low."

Yue Guan smiled.

"Cannot be too low?"

"Little fellow, do you know the limit for a First Soul Ring?"

Di Yao replied calmly, "For ordinary people, four hundred and twenty-three years."

Yue Guan narrowed his eyes.

"Since you know that, you still dare say it cannot be too low?"

Di Yao looked at him.

"Am I ordinary?"

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

Yue Guan suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.

"You really are an unlikeable child when you speak."

Di Yao reopened the catalog.

"Being likeable won't earn me resources."

Gui Mei said softly, "That's right."

Yue Guan shot him a look.

"Gui Mei, stop undermining me all the time."

Gui Mei did not respond.

He stared at Di Yao, his voice cold.

"Do you know what you should do after entering Spirit Hall?"

"Become stronger."

"And?"

"Acquire resources."

"And?"

Di Yao raised his head.

"Make Spirit Hall believe that every resource invested in me is worthwhile."

Gui Mei fell silent.

The interest in Yue Guan's eyes grew stronger.

"Then aren't you afraid Spirit Hall will only treat you as a tool?"

Di Yao said evenly, "Only the weak fear being treated as tools."

"The strong make others unable to do without that tool."

The expressions of several accompanying Deacons changed slightly.

Too arrogant.

And far too unlike a six-year-old child.

Yet Yue Guan was not angry.

Instead, he smiled even more happily.

"Little fellow, you just awakened, and you already dare negotiate terms with Spirit Hall?"

Di Yao corrected him, "I'm not negotiating terms."

"I'm confirming whether you are worth joining."

"How presumptuous!"

One of the accompanying Deacons could not help shouting.

"Do you know who you are speaking to?"

Di Yao did not even look at him.

"I know."

"That is why I'm making myself so clear."

The Deacon wanted to speak again, but Gui Mei cast him a cold glance.

The man immediately fell silent.

Resting his chin on his hand, Yue Guan smiled. "Then tell me, what do you want?"

Di Yao did not hesitate.

"First, the highest level of training."

"I do not want the treatment given to Branch Hall geniuses, nor an ordinary academy placement."

"I want resources at the level of Pope Palace or Elder Palace."

Yue Guan did not interrupt.

Di Yao raised a second finger.

"Second, my First Soul Ring and Second Soul Ring must undergo Over-Limit Absorption."

"I will need a Title Douluo to protect me."

"The right to choose the soul beasts cannot be entirely handed over to others."

Yue Guan's eye twitched.

"You really dare ask for a lot."

Di Yao raised a third finger.

"Third, permission to access the Library Pavilion."

"Martial spirit theory, soul beast bloodlines, cases of Over-Limit Absorption, records of ancient martial spirits—I want to read them all."

"Fourth."

His voice paused slightly.

"I can take a master."

The breathing of everyone in the carriage grew lighter.

Di Yao looked at Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

"But my teacher must be able to provide me with the resources and path to become a god."

This time, even Gui Mei's expression changed.

Becoming a god.

On Douluo Continent, those were not words ordinary people dared utter.

The lifelong goal of many soul masters was no more than becoming a Soul Sage or Spirit Douluo.

A Title Douluo was already the pinnacle of the continent.

Yet this child, who had only just awakened, spoke of becoming a god.

Was it arrogance?

Of course it was.

But with innate level twenty and Demon Emperor Di Jun, no one could easily say he was unworthy.

The smile on Yue Guan's face gradually disappeared.

"Little fellow, if you walk too fast, you'll fall to your death."

Di Yao lowered his head and looked at the soul beast illustration in the catalog.

"If I walk slowly, I'll still die of old age."

"I endured six years of suffering from Solar Power not so that I could line up according to the rules for ordinary geniuses later."

Gui Mei suddenly asked, "What if Spirit Hall refuses?"

Di Yao's hand stopped as he turned the page.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has money."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lacks a genius who can break the deadlock."

"The Star Luo Royal Family likes the strong."

"The Heaven Dou Imperial Family prefers monsters who can uphold its image."

"Many forces on the continent need someone like me."

"But there is only one martial spirit like mine."

The accompanying Deacons broke into cold sweats.

Was this not a threat?

He was practically roasting Spirit Hall over a fire!

Gui Mei's voice turned colder.

"Threatening Spirit Hall is not a clever choice."

Di Yao raised his head, his gaze yielding not an inch.

"I am not threatening you."

"I am telling you my value."

Yue Guan stared at Di Yao for a long time.

Then he suddenly gave a soft laugh.

"Gui Mei, now I truly want to see what expression His Holiness will have when he sees him."

Gui Mei said, "It won't be bad."

Yue Guan raised a brow.

"You think highly of him?"

Gui Mei said quietly, "He does not seek pity, pretend to be obedient, or waste time."

"People like him, as long as they do not die, will climb very quickly."

Di Yao listened to their assessment without the slightest reaction.

He merely lowered his head and resumed reading the catalog.

It was as though the appreciation of Title Douluos was no more than a passing breeze by the roadside.

For the rest of the journey, he scarcely spoke again.

He read the catalog while eating.

He asked questions while resting.

While traveling, he closed his eyes and sensed the flow of Soul Power within his body.

At first, Yue Guan found it amusing. Later, the more he watched, the more alarmed he became.

This child was not being pushed forward by his talent.

From the day he awakened, he had been laying the road to his own future.

He knew what he wanted.

And he knew even better what he had to offer in exchange.

People like this were double-edged swords in any faction.

Used well, they could cut down enemies.

Used poorly, they could wound their wielder.

Toward evening, a black messenger soulbird flew in from afar.

Gui Mei raised a hand and caught it.

The soulbird dissolved into a wisp of purple-black Soul Power and landed in his palm.

A moment later, Gui Mei looked at Yue Guan.

"By direct order of the Pope."

Everyone in the carriage immediately sat up straight.

Yue Guan also wiped the joking look from his face.

Gui Mei spoke slowly.

"No academy."

"No Elder Council."

"Bring him directly to see me."

Those three short sentences were like three iron decrees, making the accompanying Deacons tremble inwardly.

No academy meant the ordinary training system was being bypassed.

No Elder Council meant the Pope did not want other factions meddling first.

Bringing him directly to see her meant Di Yao had already caught Bibi Dong's personal attention.

Yue Guan let out a soft breath.

"Kid, you're lucky."

"The Pope wants to see you personally."

Di Yao closed the illustrated record.

"Can she make the decision?"

Yue Guan froze.

Then he laughed and scolded, "You little brat, you really have guts."

"If the Pope can't make the decision, then there are hardly any people in all of Spirit Hall who can."

Di Yao nodded.

"Good."

"Saves time."

A faint smile flashed in Gui Mei's eyes.

"When we reach Spirit City, talk less."

Di Yao asked, "Why?"

Gui Mei said, "Because if you say the wrong thing, you'll die."

Di Yao replied calmly, "Then I won't say the wrong thing."

Yue Guan burst out laughing.

"Gui Mei, I think I'm starting to like this kid."

Gui Mei said blandly, "That won't help."

"Whether he lives or dies depends on what Her Holiness thinks."

Di Yao looked out of the carriage.

In the distance, the outline of Spirit City had already begun to emerge.

Its towering walls were majestic.

Its lights glittered like stars.

The holy land countless soul masters dreamed of was right ahead.

But there was no reverence in Di Yao's eyes.

Only burning fervor.

Spirit Hall's finest resources were there.

Its strongest soul masters.

Its greatest secrets.

And its most dangerous enemies.

Perfect.

Shallow waters could not nurture a true dragon.

A gentle flame could not forge a Demon Emperor.

Di Yao closed his eyes again.

Dark-gold Soul Power slowly circulated within him.

The next moment, he murmured, "Spirit City."

"Don't disappoint me."