Spirit City

Feimu City was built along a river valley against the mountains. Located on the southern frontier of the Bala Kingdom, it was the most economically backward city in the entire kingdom. The streets rarely bustled with prosperity, filled instead with commoners carrying farm tools and dust-covered soul hunters.

Even so, a Spirit Hall still stood within Feimu City.

The three-story red brick tower located in the center of the city was the branch of the Spirit Hall in Feimu City.

The gilded emblem hanging from the roof shimmered in the sunlight, yet its scale was not even one-third that of the neighboring Spirit Hall in Soto City, appearing as crude as a temporary outpost.

Despite this, the branch was still staffed by a Spirit King-level Purple-robed Bishop, a Yellow-robed Deacon, and three White-robed Inspector Deacons.

In this frontier town where the peak combat power was merely a Spirit Grandmaster, the power of the Spirit Hall remained an unshakable authority.

Just as a genius with innate full spirit power and twin spirits appearing in Guyan Village would surely rise to fame in the future, a youth as brilliant and talented as Huo Yuhao would be a significant political achievement for everyone at the Feimu City branch, provided he could successfully join the Spirit Hall.

This was especially true for Zhao Chuan, the Yellow-robed Deacon who had been responsible for awakening Huo Yuhao's spirit and successfully recruiting him into the Spirit Hall.

Even if he were limited by his cultivation level and unable to receive a direct promotion, it would be easy for him to leave this barren Feimu City and take up a post in Soto City or even more prosperous cities.

The Purple-robed Bishop, Palmer, would likewise have a bright future because of this.

Moreover, he understood clearly that with Huo Yuhao's talent, he was guaranteed to become a figure at the level of a Spirit Hall Elder in the future.

Currying favor now and building a relationship in advance was a win-win situation no matter how one looked at it.

This was the reason why Palmer had been so dedicated to Huo Yuhao and his mother.

He had settled Huo Yuhao and Huo Yun'er in the Feilin Hotel not far from the Spirit Hall, even specifically booking the most luxurious suite on the top floor.

Before leaving, he had even left behind a gold soul card with sufficient funds, telling the two to spend as they pleased without worry until the people from Spirit City arrived.

Palmer had put in all his effort, hoping to become an angel investor.

Unfortunately, his investment had been forced to terminate just as it began.

A capital tycoon had personally entered the fray and snatched away this high-quality stock that was Huo Yuhao.

On the top floor of the Feilin Hotel, not long after the waiter had delivered breakfast and left, the door was gently knocked upon.

Huo Yuhao rose to open the door, and the two people standing outside immediately came into view.

One was the familiar Purple-robed Bishop, Palmer, though he had now shed his usual composure, his posture slightly hunched, revealing a hint of deference.

The other was half a head shorter than Palmer and looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll, still retaining a touch of youthful innocence.

When the youth saw Huo Yuhao, he first bowed slightly, his eyes full of amusement.

He looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on his not-yet-fully-grown frame, appearing quite satisfied.

"So you're Huo Yuhao~" The youth's voice was clear, his tone like he was teasing a child. He naturally raised his hand and happily ruffled the top of Huo Yuhao's head, his movements familiar and casual.

"I was sent by Her Majesty the Pope to pick you up and take you to Spirit City. You can just call me Uncle."

Huo Yuhao looked at the youth's left eye, which was frozen in ice, and already knew his identity.

This was one of the future seven great titled elders of the Spirit Hall, Guangling Douluo.

Huo Yuhao calculated secretly; according to the timeline, this "youth" before him should actually be forty-five or forty-six years old. Even if he hadn't yet reached the level of a Titled Douluo, it shouldn't be more than a few years away.

Never mind himself, even for his mother, Huo Yun'er, it would be perfectly fine to address him as Uncle based on age.

With that thought, Huo Yuhao immediately called out obediently, "Uncle."

He decided to set the address first to avoid having his seniority lowered for no reason after chatting for a while.

Palmer, standing to the side, quietly breathed a sigh of relief but dared not speak.

He had heard of this youth as well; it was said he was a powerful Spirit Douluo.

For Her Majesty the Pope to actually send a Spirit Douluo to pick up Huo Yuhao showed just how much she valued him.

It was a pity that the investment had only just begun...

Guangling Douluo seemed to sense Palmer's thoughts, tilting his head slightly and looking at him with a half-smile.

"Rest assured, Her Majesty the Pope will remember your contributions to the Spirit Hall."

"I wouldn't dare; this is what my subordinate should do." Palmer bowed hurriedly, feeling much more at ease now.

Palmer did not stay long; he soon took his leave to prepare a carriage for Huo Yun'er and Huo Yuhao.

If it were just Huo Yuhao, Palmer could have taken him on the road directly.

But with Huo Yun'er, a commoner and a woman, it was safer to choose a carriage.

Spirit City was located at the junction of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, one of the oldest and most prosperous super-cities on the Douluo Continent.

It was built by the Spirit Hall and belonged entirely to the Spirit Hall, remaining outside the jurisdiction of the two great empires.

"Is this... Spirit City?"

Huo Yun'er looked out from the carriage and saw at a glance this luxurious yet ancient city, filled with the atmosphere of history.

"That's right, this is Spirit City."

Guangling Douluo sat outside, bored to tears.

Little Huo Yuhao was no fun at all; despite his young age, he had the personality of a grumpy old man.

Children ought to be cheerful and lively!

"After we enter the city, I will take Huo Yuhao to see His Holiness the Pope, and someone will escort the lady to her quarters."

There were plenty of vacant houses within Spirit City, so settling Huo Yuhao and his mother would take no effort at all.

Spirit Hall had never been stingy when it came to the spirit masters under their command.

They were the true Angel Fund, in every sense of the word.

It was just a pity that after so many generations, the father and son of the Qian Family had invested in the wrong people, accidentally squandering their entire fortune.

Come to think of it, at this point in time, he wondered if Bibi Dong had already joined Spirit Hall.

The carriage entered Spirit City at that moment, slowly driving toward a hill located at the rear of the city.

The hill towered into the clouds and originally had no name, but because the Pope's Palace was situated there, spirit masters called it Pope Mountain.

Halfway up Pope Mountain sat a massive, magnificent, and luxurious palace—the core of power for Spirit Hall: the Pope's Palace.

Guangling Douluo handed Huo Yun'er over to a Spirit Emperor on duty and took Huo Yuhao directly to the Pope's Palace.

Inside the Pope's Palace, a man as gentle as jade and as holy as a celestial being was busy handling official business.

"Your Holiness the Pope, that genius with twin spirits is outside requesting an audience."

"Let him in." The man's voice was gentle, yet carried an indescribable majesty.

Only when Huo Yuhao walked in did the man look up.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

Huo Yuhao's manners were impeccable.

The man watched him for a long moment, then revealed a smile that felt like a breath of fresh spring air.