The Arrival of the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo

Bishop Orleans' gaze drifted past Lin Gang and landed directly on Lin Ze'an, his smile growing increasingly amiable. "Little one, would you like to join the Spirit Hall?"

He crouched down, trying his best to keep his eyes level with Lin Ze'an's. "If you join the Spirit Hall, every spirit ring you need will be provided by us."

"Furthermore, with your talent, you will certainly be highly valued within the Hall. All manner of cultivation resources will be tilted in your favor, and you may even be personally mentored by a Titled Douluo."

Orleans' tempting words were like a stone cast into a calm lake, sending ripples spreading through Lin Ze'an's heart.

Indeed, this was exactly what he needed. Without joining the Spirit Hall, he feared no one would work for free to help him obtain spirit rings.

After all, while his father could handle century-level or millennium-level spirit beasts, he could not deal with ten-thousand-year ones.

However, he did not answer Orleans immediately, instead turning to look at his father to seek his opinion. "Dad?"

At this moment, Lin Gang was still completely immersed in immense shock and daze, his brain unable to process such unimaginable information for a time.

It was not until Lin Ze'an called him that he snapped back to reality.

Seeing his son's questioning gaze, Lin Gang hesitated for a moment.

The Spirit Hall... yes, the Spirit Hall was good; his son would also have a chance to reunite with his maternal grandfather.

He was only a Spirit Ancestor; keeping his son by his side would ultimately only waste his talent.

Lin Gang patted Lin Ze'an's head. "Son, this is your own path. No matter what you choose, Dad supports you."

Having received his father's support, a serious expression appeared on Lin Ze'an's small face.

He recalled the stories his father had told him about his mother—she had come from the Spirit Hall, the place where she had grown up.

He turned back to face the eager-eyed Orleans and said, "Yes, I am willing to join the Spirit Hall."

"Good! Good! Good!" Upon hearing this, Orleans' face instantly blossomed into an incredibly radiant and satisfied smile, repeating the word "good" three times.

As he finished speaking, the smile on Orleans' face vanished instantly. He walked out of the room and ordered the middle-aged deacon outside:

"Place the Spirit Branch Hall under martial law immediately! No one is allowed in or out! Without my personal order, do not let even a fly inside!"

Seeing the severity in the Bishop's eyes, the middle-aged deacon immediately realized the gravity of the situation and bowed to accept the order. "Yes, Bishop!"

He turned and hurried away, and soon, rapid footsteps and low, stern commands could be heard outside.

Following that, Orleans instructed his confidant: "Immediately use the fastest communication channel in the Hall to report the events here secretly to the Spirit..."

"No, report it directly to the Pope's Palace! The content is as follows: The Spirit Branch Hall has discovered a six-year-old child named Lin Ze'an with innate full spirit power of level twenty."

"His spirit is an unknown top-tier plant-type, with immeasurable potential. He has now been recruited into the Hall; I await the Pope's decision."

With such talent, not to mention the various assassination attempts that would follow if exposed, even his first spirit ring had to be handled with extreme caution—it was not something he could decide on his own.

Only after doing all this did Orleans slowly exhale a breath of stagnant air.

Listening to Bishop Orleans' series of extremely stern orders, which even went as far as reporting directly to the Pope's Palace, and watching the hall instantly turn solemn and become completely locked down, Lin Gang and his son looked at each other, both seeing deep astonishment and a sense of absurdity in the other's eyes.

Lin Gang opened his mouth, but ultimately only let out a silent sigh, subconsciously pulling his son closer.

Although his son's talent was astonishing, wasn't this reaction a bit too exaggerated?

Lin Ze'an also blinked his eyes and muttered to himself, "Holy moly..."

Although it was within his expectations and reasonable, it was truly exaggerated when experienced firsthand.

If nothing went wrong, his first spirit ring was likely off the table for the next few days.

Sure enough, several days after the Spirit Branch Hall was placed under martial law, several powerful auras descended outside the main gate.

Orleans, who had been waiting for a long time, felt these auras, and his face instantly blossomed into an incredibly excited and honored smile.

He straightened his purple bishop's robes, rushed out of the hall, and bowed in welcome. "Elder Chrysanthemum! Elder Ghost!"

Outside the hall, leading the group were none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

Behind them, several Red-Clothed Bishops, all at least at the Spirit Douluo level, spread out to guard every corner of the Spirit Branch Hall.

With two Titled Douluos arriving in person, such a formation was rarely seen even at the main Spirit Halls, let alone a small branch.

Chrysanthemum Douluo brushed his slender fingers across his temple and looked at Orleans. "Orleans, where is the child you reported?"

"Take us to see him. If the intelligence is true, you will be greatly rewarded."

Orleans dared not show the slightest negligence and hurriedly stepped aside to lead the way. "Elders, please follow me. The child and his father are resting in the side hall."

He bowed as he led the way, and the group soon arrived at the door of the side hall.

Just as Orleans was about to step forward to knock and announce them, Chrysanthemum Douluo gave a light wave of his hand, signaling him to step back.

Yue Guan stepped forward himself. He did not push the door open immediately, but instead closed his eyes slightly, and a powerful pressure silently seeped into the room.

Inside the room, Lin Gang, who had been sitting uneasily, suddenly felt an indescribable pressure that made his hair stand on end, preventing him from even manifesting his spirit.

He abruptly pulled his son tightly behind him, his face pale as he stared at the door, his heart pounding wildly.

Lin Ze'an also felt that invisible pressure, but a warm, life-giving energy instinctively circulated around his body, dispelling the discomfort.

This prevented him from feeling the same way his father did, and he only blinked his eyes in confusion.

Outside the door, Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes snapped open, and he couldn't help but gasp in a low voice, "To be completely unaffected by my pressure?!"

For a child so young, his spirit power level couldn't possibly be that high; the only possibility was...

His martial soul was of an incredibly high quality, perhaps even high enough to suppress his own!

He withdrew all the spirit power pressure he had been using to test the boy, then immediately knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of knocking broke the stagnant atmosphere inside the room.

"Lin Ze'an, may I come in?"

Lin Gang took a deep breath, struggling to calm his racing heart. "Son, it must be the elder from the Spirit Hall. Don't be afraid."

Hearing this, Lin Ze'an looked toward the door and said softly, "Please, come in."

Upon hearing the response from inside, the eager smile on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face grew even wider as he gently pushed the door open.

Orleans followed him inside and introduced them to Lin Ze'an, "Xiao An, these are Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, elders of our Spirit Hall."

Lin Ze'an nodded and performed a proper cupped-fist salute. "This junior, Lin Ze'an, greets Elder Chrysanthemum and Elder Ghost."

"It was a long journey for you both; thank you for your trouble."