Take Good Care of Your Angel God in the Elder Hall

Golden Crocodile Douluo unfurled a golden scroll and proclaimed in a loud voice, "Ye Xunfeng, direct descendant of the Angel Clan, became a Titled Douluo at nineteen. His talent is unparalleled throughout history. He shall now succeed to the position of Pope of Spirit Hall, command all Soul Masters under heaven, and protect the people of the continent..."

After finishing the proclamation, Golden Crocodile Douluo rolled up the scroll and stepped aside.

Ye Xunfeng took a step forward, his gaze slowly sweeping across everyone present. "I know that many of you do not understand me. Where I came from, why I deserve this position, whether I am worthy of your loyalty—these are all questions you have been pondering."

The square instantly fell silent, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

"I do not wish to answer those questions with mere words." Ye Xunfeng raised a hand, and the Wishing Angel Spirit instantly manifested behind him. Nine Soul Rings lit up in sequence: black, black, black, red, red, red, red, red, red.

As the light of the nine Soul Rings flashed, everyone present held their breath, scarcely daring to breathe.

"My Martial Soul and my Soul Rings are the answer."

Ye Xunfeng slowly raised his eyes to look at everyone below, the holy radiance of the Angel shrouding the crowd.

The weaker Soul Masters in the square felt their legs go weak and nearly failed to remain standing. Even Titled Douluo-level experts could feel an immense pressure weighing down on them.

Yet at the same time, they could clearly feel their bodies brimming with vitality anew. Many old injuries that had lingered for years were miraculously healing.

"It's him from two years ago!!!" A low cry suddenly came from the crowd.

"Of course, Martial Souls and Soul Rings are merely the threshold." Ye Xunfeng glanced over the crowd and withdrew his pressure, his tone softening considerably. "Whether I can firmly hold this position depends on what I do next. I will not make empty promises. Time will prove everything."

Ye Xunfeng paused, then said solemnly, "But I can make everyone a promise. Spirit Hall's purpose will not change, and it will be carried out better than before. Every child who awakens a Martial Soul, regardless of wealth, poverty, status, or background, will have the opportunity to become a Soul Master. Every Soul Master who works hard to cultivate will receive fair treatment. This is my promise, Ye Xunfeng's promise, to all of you."

The square was silent for a moment before erupting into thunderous applause.

No matter what thoughts they hid in their hearts, at least at this moment, they ought to cheer and celebrate the coronation of the new Pope.

Tang Wei sat among the guests, lightly applauding along with the others, his expression inscrutable.

This new Pope was far superior to that useless Qian Xunji, whether in prestige or strength.

It seemed that Spirit Hall's future...

He had thought Hao'er could restore his father's former glory...

Unfortunately, it was destined to remain only a fantasy.

After the ceremony ended, Ye Xunfeng received Tang Wei alone in the rear hall of the Pope Palace.

"Sect Master Tang, speak plainly if you have something to say." Ye Xunfeng sat in the seat of honor, lifted his teacup, and took a small sip. "You did not come all this way merely to offer congratulations."

Tang Wei was silent for a while before cupping his hands. "Your Holiness sees all. Tang indeed has another matter to request."

"Speak."

"It concerns my two disappointing sons." Tang Wei sighed, his face full of guilt. "They offended Your Holiness in the forest before. They were immature and ignorant. I offer my apologies to you on their behalf."

With that, Tang Wei bowed deeply.

Ye Xunfeng neither stopped him nor spoke. He simply watched in silence.

"But my son Tang Hao was injured by Your Holiness's Soul Power, and a strand of purple energy remains within his body. Even a level ninety-five Titled Douluo has no way to remove it." Tang Wei straightened, his tone exceptionally earnest. "Tang dares to beg Your Holiness to show mercy and spare him this once."

Ye Xunfeng set down his teacup and spoke calmly. "Sect Master Tang, in the forest, your son spoke disrespectfully to my sworn younger sister. He said that my taking a liking to her would be her good fortune. Do you think words like that should go unpunished?"

Tang Wei's expression shifted slightly. He opened his mouth, yet could not find any words of rebuttal for a long while.

"Your son is a genius of the Clear Sky Sect and one of the Clear Sky Twin Ultimates. Since childhood, I am afraid no one has dared tell him no." Ye Xunfeng rose to his feet and walked to the window. "That is why he believes that anything he wants should belong to him. Sooner or later, that temperament will bring greater disaster upon him and upon your Clear Sky Sect."

Tang Wei lowered his head without saying a word.

"Heh. Or does your Clear Sky Sect truly believe that heaven comes first, earth comes second, and your Clear Sky Sect comes third?" Ye Xunfeng said calmly, his back still turned toward him.

Tang Wei's heart tightened at once. The new Pope's attitude toward the Clear Sky Sect did not seem to suggest peaceful coexistence.

Qian Daoliu, standing nearby, wanted to speak, but Ye Xunfeng silenced him with a glare before he could say anything.

After a moment of silence, Tang Wei pushed Tang Yuehua forward. "This is my daughter. She is eighteen this year..."

Ye Xunfeng paused. Seeing the unwillingness in Tang Yuehua's eyes, he recalled Tang Hao's veiled provocation from before.

"Then stay here and be an ordinary disciple." Ye Xunfeng spoke with casual indifference. "Sect Master Tang, the tea has gone cold."

Tang Wei's expression turned bitter, but he nodded. "Then I shall take my leave."

Ye Xunfeng was utterly puzzled. What was wrong with Tang Wei?

Why was he being so humble, even offering up his daughter? That was not reasonable. Wasn't the Clear Sky Sect supposed to be arrogant?

"Father, you saved my mother back then, so I will not kill you. But I hope that from now on, you will remain in the Elder Hall and worship the Angel God. Do not come out unless necessary." Ye Xunfeng closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Alright." A sigh accompanied the reply.

Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

At the outskirts of that hill, Ah Yin held a blade of grass in her hands. She looked left and right, and only after confirming that Poison Douluo was gone did she lower her head and ask the Blue Silver Grass, "Are you sure Brother Ye succeeded?"

The Blue Silver Grass swayed its body, sending out faint spiritual ripples.

Ah Yin quickly received a definite answer, and a trace of excitement flashed across her face.

Then she lowered her head again and discussed something with the Blue Silver Grass. A flicker of anger appeared on her face, as though she had remembered something.

Meanwhile, in the Star Dou Forest, the brothers Tang Hao and Tang Xiao supported each other as they walked.

Perhaps due to the Power of Destruction within their bodies, their spiritual power seemed to have suffered a severe blow. They had not noticed a woman following behind them at all, hidden among the trees.

"Are these the two brothers that so-called expert mentioned?" The woman held onto a branch, disdain flashing across her face. But when she saw the two men's Martial Souls, a hint of excitement quickly appeared.

The woman took out a mirror from her pocket and made sure she looked pure and delicate.

Spirit City.

From above, Ye Xunfeng looked down at Tang Yuehua, who had been crying incessantly, and disgust flashed across his face.

She had been sobbing nonstop ever since Tang Wei left, looking heartbreakingly pitiful. But once she cried for too long, it became nothing more than noise.

Bibi Dong rushed in from outside in a panic, bursting open the doors of the Pope Palace.

The feather pen in Ye Xunfeng's hand stopped abruptly.