Su Yuntao: My Chance Had Come-Investing Heavily in Lin Chuan

Ma Xiunuo was about to try persuading them again.

But he saw Lin Chuan grab Tang San, snatch up their registration badges and Gold Soul Coins, and dash off in a flash.

"Goodbye, Grandmaster! Goodbye, Deacon Su! We still have to get back to class!"

Watching the two fleeing figures, Ma Xiunuo stamped his feet anxiously.

"Can't wait! We absolutely can't wait!"

Ma Xiunuo turned around, his expression becoming more serious than ever.

He looked at Su Yuntao and said in a low voice:

"Yuntao, you've rendered a tremendous service!"

"This matter is too important, so important that even I can't handle it!"

"This information can't go through the usual channels. Reporting it layer by layer would be too slow, and it could easily leak and be snatched away by other forces."

A trace of determination flashed through Ma Xiunuo's eyes:

"I'm going to the Spirit Saint Hall in Heaven Dou City myself!"

"Even if it means reporting above my station, even if I'm punished, I have to deliver this information!"

"As long as Lord Platinum Bishop Salas receives the information, we'll have rendered an unparalleled service!"

Su Yuntao looked at the nearly overheated Ma Xiunuo.

He felt both proud and somewhat frightened.

Good heavens, it seemed they had really gone too far this time.

Xiao Wu was pulled out of Spirit Hall by Tang San, utterly bewildered.

She had not even taken her test yet!

But these two brothers were each more incredible than the other.

Seeing Xiao Wu's shock, Tang San could not help feeling immensely proud.

He did not know why, but whenever he saw Xiao Wu, he felt an unusual sense of closeness.

Perhaps he simply regarded Xiao Wu as a younger sister.

After all, he already had Brother Lin Chuan.

It was perfectly reasonable to want to experience being an older brother and protecting a younger sister, right?

But Lin Chuan was calculating inwardly:

If Spirit Hall tries to forcibly recruit me, what kind of path should I choose?

Should I pursue Hu Liena, or tease Qian Renxue?

Heaven Dou Imperial City.

As the political center of the Heaven Dou Empire, its prosperity was far beyond that of a border town like Nuoding City.

The most eye-catching sight was undoubtedly the hundred-meter-tall Spirit Saint Hall.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a Spirit Hall uniform, waited outside the Holy Temple's gates.

The cold wind tousled his meticulously groomed white beard, but he did not care in the slightest!

He was none other than Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, the overseer of the Nuoding City Spirit Hall Branch.

"Sir Deacon, please report it once more. I have highly urgent confidential intelligence to present to Bishop Salas!"

"It concerns Spirit Hall's hundred-year... no, thousand-year grand plan!"

Ma Xiunuo grabbed the guard at the entrance by the sleeve.

The guard shook off his hand with some disgust.

With his nose tilted skyward, he said:

"Old man, I've told you eight hundred times already."

"Bishop Salas handles countless affairs every day. How could he have time to see an old fellow like you from some backwater branch hall?"

"A thousand-year grand plan? I think you've gone mad dreaming about funding."

Ma Xiunuo's face and neck reddened with anxiety:

"I'm not here for funding! It's for a genius! An unparalleled genius!"

"Nuoding City has produced a Twin Martial Souls genius! His first Spirit Ring is already a thousand years old!"

The guard impatiently shoved him away:

"Enough, enough. Stop bragging."

"Yesterday, someone came from Fasinuo Province claiming he'd discovered a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. It turned out he was just trying to scam subsidies."

"Get lost, get lost. Don't block the gate. Bishop Salas's carriage will be coming out any moment."

Just then, the heavy gilded gates slowly opened.

An incomparably luxurious carriage slowly rolled out.

A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted slightly.

Ma Xiunuo had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Salas in his platinum robes!

Yet what chilled Ma Xiunuo's heart was this.

Salas had an enchanting female Soul Master wrapped in his arms.

The two flirted and laughed, not even sparing Ma Xiunuo a glance!

"Heh, so this is what they call being busy with official duties!"

Ma Xiunuo seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He did not try to rush forward and stop the carriage again.

That night, Ma Xiunuo wrote a long confidential letter.

In it, he described Lin Chuan's Martial Soul characteristics in detail, as well as his unbelievable thousand-year first ring.

He even staked the reputation of his entire life on it.

He handed the letter over at the Holy Temple's messenger window. It was his final hope.

However.

What Ma Xiunuo did not know was that.

The very next day after he left.

Inside the intelligence processing room of the Spirit Saint Hall.

A young, arrogant secretary to a red-robed bishop casually flipped through the intelligence reports submitted from below.

"Nuoding City? What could possibly happen in a place where even birds wouldn't shit?"

After reading the first three lines, he let out a scornful laugh!

"A thousand-year first Spirit Ring? And a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? Ha! Twin Martial Souls?"

"How much fake liquor did this old man drink to make up such a story? Branch hall overseers these days will boast about anything just to cheat their way into better annual performance evaluations."

"This is utterly ridiculous! If I submitted such mad ravings, Bishop Salas would skin me alive."

With a flick of his wrist, the secretary tossed the confidential letter directly into the wastebasket beside the desk.

It became mixed in with junk intelligence reports such as "a certain Soul Master claimed to have witnessed a miracle of the Angel God."

Three months later.

Nuoding City Spirit Hall.

Ma Xiunuo sat behind his desk, staring out the window with vacant eyes.

There had been no reply.

No special envoy had arrived.

There had not even been a single word of reprimand.

What did that mean?

It meant his letter had been like a pebble cast into the sea, unable to raise even the slightest ripple.

Ma Xiunuo clenched his fists tightly:

"This rotten system! This arrogant upper echelon!"

"Spirit Hall is truly sick!"

"Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, are you all right?"

Su Yuntao pushed open the door and entered. Seeing Ma Xiunuo so dispirited, his heart skipped a beat:

"There's still no news from above?"

Ma Xiunuo shook his head:

"Yuntao, we were too naive. In the eyes of those important figures, our words aren't worth a fart."

At those words, a trace of anger flashed through Su Yuntao's eyes.

But soon, that anger transformed into a gleam called ambition.

He walked over to Ma Xiunuo and lowered his voice:

"Grandmaster, since those blind fools above don't believe us, then we won't beg them!"

"What do you mean?"

Ma Xiunuo raised his head.

Rubbing his hands together, Su Yuntao thought, My chance had finally come!

A brilliant light flashed in his eyes as he said:

"Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, think about it. A genius like Lin Chuan is like a true dragon still trapped in the shallows."

"If we give him a sip of water now, then when he soars into the heavens one day, would he forget our kindness?"

"If those above won't give him resources, then we'll give them ourselves!"

"You're the overseer, and I'm a deacon. We may not be as wealthy as the Holy Temple."

"But in this little patch of Nuoding City, we're still the local emperors!"

"We'll raise Lin Chuan like a junior! We'll pour all our savings and connections into him!"

"This will be the greatest investment of our lives!"

"As long as Lin Chuan takes flight, even if he only remembers one ten-thousandth of our kindness."

"Any resources he casually lets slip through his fingers will be enough for us to enjoy endlessly!"

"Then that old bastard Salas can regret it all he wants!"

Ma Xiunuo listened to Su Yuntao's words.

His heart, which had been silent and lifeless, suddenly began pounding fiercely.

That was right!

Why should they hand over such a tremendous achievement to others?

If those above did not value it, that was their loss!

Instead, this was an opportunity Heaven had given the two of them!

They would monopolize this opportunity!

Ma Xiunuo slammed his hand onto the desk and rose to his feet.

A blazing fire reignited in his eyes:

"Let's do it!"

"Yuntao, you're right! Those blind fools don't deserve Lin Chuan!"

"From today onward, Lin Chuan is my own grandson!"

"Whoever dares mistreat him will have to fight me to the death!"

"I'll bring out that Century Blood Ginseng I've been saving!"

"And that stash of Gold Soul Coins for my retirement—withdraw every last coin!"