Becoming the Spirit Hall's Holy Son

Gu Han followed the female deacon, walking through the grand and solemn corridors of Spirit Hall.

Massive stone pillars supported the high vaulted ceiling, while murals depicted the glory of angels and the great achievements of Spirit Hall.

His injuries had mostly healed under the care of Spirit Hall, but the spirit power within his body remained somewhat unstable.

As he silently circulated his spirit power, he quickly calculated his response to Bibi Dong in his mind.

Finally, the deacon stopped before a gilded door inlaid with gemstones and bowed respectfully:

"Your Majesty the Pope, Gu Han has been brought here."

"Enter."

A calm yet majestic female voice emanated from within, resonating directly in the depths of Gu Han's soul.

The doors slid open silently.

Gu Han stepped inside, and the view before him opened up. It was an extremely spacious hall where light filtered through stained-glass windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow upon the floor.

At the end of the hall, seated upon the papal throne, was a woman.

She wore a luxurious papal robe of black with gold embroidery, a purple-gold crown upon her head, and held a scepter nearly two meters long, inlaid with countless gemstones.

Her skin was as fair as snow, and her near-perfect face looked as youthful as a girl's, yet within those deep purple eyes lay a majesty that seemed to look down upon all living beings.

This was the Pope of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong.

Gu Han slowly composed himself and bowed slightly: "Gu Han pays his respects to Your Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon Gu Han, a look that seemed capable of seeing through all his secrets.

Bibi Dong did not immediately tell him to rise, but instead scrutinized him silently for a moment before speaking slowly:

"Gu Han, six years old, mutated spirit, innate full spirit power, the first spirit ring was already a thousand-year one, now at level twenty spirit power, and the second spirit ring jumped to nine thousand years—a six-year-old Great Spirit Master?"

"Tell This Seat, what exactly is your spirit? And where did your spirit rings come from?" Bibi Dong asked, her voice filled with authority.

Gu Han knew this was the most critical question, and fortunately, he had prepared an answer long ago.

He straightened his posture and met Bibi Dong's gaze calmly:

"In reply to Your Majesty the Pope, my spirit is named 'Karma Scissors'."

"Karma Scissors?" Bibi Dong's brows arched imperceptibly; she had never seen a spirit with such a name.

"Yes," Gu Han continued:

"It does not seem to be a combat-type spirit, but rather leans toward a support-type."

"As for the spirit rings, I do not know the specific reason, but whenever my spirit power reaches a bottleneck, it condenses them on its own. It seems to be an ability inherent to the spirit itself," Gu Han said, mixing truth with falsehood.

He completely concealed the existence of the system, attributing all the impossible occurrences to the unknown nature of the 'Karma Scissors'.

Self-condensing spirit rings were unheard of in the entire spirit master world; only spirit beasts transforming into humans could condense their own rings.

A trace of barely perceptible fluctuation flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

Self-condensing spirit rings? Could he be a spirit beast transformed into a human?

Impossible. If he were truly a transformed spirit beast, how could I not see it? Bibi Dong immediately dismissed the thought she had just formed.

The existence of this child might cause the current spirit master system to undergo a world-shaking change. She remained silent for a moment, seemingly digesting this astonishing information.

"Very well."

After a long while, Bibi Dong spoke again, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger. "Your spirit is unseen throughout the ages; our Spirit Hall needs a genius like you."

"This Seat wishes to appoint you as the Holy Son of Spirit Hall and exhaust the resources of Spirit Hall to cultivate you. Are you willing?"

"Holy Son!" Even though Gu Han had been mentally prepared, his heart could not help but tremble.

With almost no hesitation, Gu Han immediately knelt on one knee: "Gu Han is willing. Thank you for your cultivation, Your Majesty the Pope."

This was the best choice for now; only by leveraging the resources and influence of Spirit Hall could he grow faster.

"Rise." Bibi Dong's voice seemed to soften slightly. "Display your spirit and let This Seat see it."

"Yes." Gu Han stood up, and with a thought, he summoned the Karma Scissors.

The phantom of the ancient-looking scissors appeared in his palm, with golden threads of light winding around it, flowing ceaselessly and emitting a profound aura.

However, the moment the spirit appeared, both Gu Han and Bibi Dong clearly saw that amidst the countless golden threads of light, there was a single, extremely thin, yet glaringly blood-red thread mixed in!

This red thread of karma emitted an aura of resentment, completely out of place with the original karma of the Karma Scissors.

Gu Han's heart sank, and he immediately sensed his spirit.

In an instant, he understood the source of this red thread: it was the intense hatred and murderous intent he had felt toward Tang Hao earlier.

This surge of negative emotion had actually triggered the Karma Scissors, condensing into a physical form representing 'karmic hatred'.

It was a thread of karma born because of Tang Hao.

Can this spirit even reflect and condense the host's own emotions?

Gu Han was inwardly stunned, gaining a deeper understanding of his Karma Scissors.

This thread of karma born from hatred might, in the future, become an important karmic link to use against Tang Hao, but I must also control it carefully to avoid being consumed by it.

Bibi Dong gazed at that wisp of blood-red thread, a flash of indescribable light flickering deep within her eyes. She seemed to have thought of something, but she did not point it out, merely nodding faintly.

"Withdraw your martial soul. Someone will naturally arrange everything for you from here on out."

Bibi Dong paused before continuing, "Right, you may call me Teacher from now on. At times, I will instruct you personally."

"Yes, Teacher." Gu Han withdrew his martial soul, and the red thread vanished along with it.

Nuoding Academy, Dorm Seven.

Xiao Wu rested her chin in her hands, sitting on the edge of her bed with a look of utter dejection on her small face, her beautiful scorpion braid hanging listlessly. It had already been several days, and there hadn't been a single word from Gu Han.

"Stinky Gu Han, bad Gu Han, running off somewhere without even saying a word," she grumbled softly, feeling a sense of emptiness in her heart.

Just then, a teacher from Nuoding Academy arrived at Dorm Seven and sought out Xiao Wu.

"Miss Xiao Wu, Gu Han asked me to bring you a message. He has gone out to gain experience for a period of time and may be able to see you again soon, so you need not worry."

Upon hearing the message from the teacher, Xiao Wu was startled at first, then let out a sigh of relief.

When she learned that even Gu Han didn't know when they would meet again, her small mouth pouted once more, filled with a touch of grievance and resentment. "Going to gain experience is fine, but he couldn't even come to tell me himself. Honestly."

However, knowing that Gu Han was safe and sound, the weight on her heart finally lifted, though a lingering sense of longing remained.

Spirit City.

Gu Han had changed into the attire prepared for him by Spirit Hall and was currently leafing through various classics collected by the organization, frantically supplementing his knowledge of this world.

An attendant approached respectfully to report:

"Your Highness, the Holy Son, tomorrow you will enter Spirit Hall Academy to begin your studies. At that time, a 'special teacher' will guide you to familiarize yourself with the environment."

"A special teacher?" Gu Han's heart stirred, though he didn't dwell on it and simply nodded.

However, when he arrived at the designated location the next day and saw the person already waiting there, he saw she had a slender figure, brilliant golden hair, and clear blue eyes.

Although she was still young, she already displayed a beauty that could topple cities; even with Gu Han's temperament, a flash of astonishment could not help but cross his eyes.