Holy Son at Last, Time to Run?

"Is that him?" Radiant Feather Douluo showed an interested expression.

"Bibi Dong, don't joke around. I've heard of this kid. He possesses a God-Tier Spirit, and I don't object to him becoming the Holy Son. But he must also have the merits required of a Holy Son. It seems he hasn't carried out a single mission for Spirit Hall, has he?"

With a wave of his hand, Golden Crocodile Douluo directly voiced his opposition. And he was not wrong. High potential alone was not enough. Spirit Hall had never lacked geniuses; those geniuses also had to serve Spirit Hall.

After hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, the elders present all looked at Bibi Dong and Bai Yu with subtly altered expressions.

Qian Daoliu looked around at everyone before saying, "Pope, since you have nominated him as Holy Son, you should know the rules. Without merit, the elders will not agree."

"Bai Yu naturally has merits. Take a look at this first." Bibi Dong's face darkened as she raised a hand and flicked her wrist. A booklet appeared before every elder.

"Heaven and Earth Confluence Yin Yang Ode?"

Question marks seemed to pop up over everyone's heads. They had no idea what Bibi Dong was up to.

As time slowly passed, the elders' expressions became much like Bibi Dong's earlier—changing endlessly, spectacularly varied.

"Pope, did this little fellow Bai Yu provide these things?" Qian Daoliu looked up at Bibi Dong, a trace of shock in his eyes.

Bibi Dong's face showed both satisfaction and mockery. "Of course. If my disciple didn't produce them, have any of you ever seen such things before?"

Qian Daoliu let out a soft breath and looked at Bai Yu. "Very good. This Cultivation Method is enough to offset his lack of merit, and he should also be rewarded. This item comes from a sixty-thousand-year Vajra Bear. It is the Right Arm Bone of Vajra Giant Strength, and shall be Elder Hall's reward to you."

As his voice fell, Qian Daoliu flipped his hand and withdrew a crystalline Spirit Bone gleaming with golden light from his Soul Tool.

"Thank you, Grand Apostle."

Bai Yu bowed in thanks, marveling inwardly. As expected of Spirit Hall's top dog. He's seriously rich. This has to be from his private collection, right?

"No need for such formality. Very well, let us continue the elders' meeting. I approve Bai Yu's nomination as Holy Son."

Qian Daoliu gestured to Bai Yu, then looked at the elders and cast his vote in favor.

"Grand Apostle, this... what about Xiao Xue..." Golden Crocodile Douluo looked conflicted as he turned to Qian Daoliu.

A shadow passed through Bibi Dong's eyes, and her expression became complicated. Her lips parted, but she said nothing.

Qian Daoliu waved a hand. "There is no need to worry about Xiao Xue. I have my own arrangements for her."

Bai Yu curled his lips slightly. What arrangements? The Angel God's preselected successor still needs arrangements...

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused, then closed his eyes. "Very well, then I abstain."

Golden Crocodile Douluo still disliked Bibi Dong as Pope, but there was nothing he could do. He could only give up.

With Golden Crocodile Douluo abstaining, the elders exchanged glances and all chose to agree. Since the Grand Apostle had approved, they did not wish to involve themselves too deeply.

No matter who inherited the position of Pope and took command of Spirit Hall in the future, they would still be Apostle Elders—the most honored group within Spirit Hall.

"Then, since the elders' meeting has approved this, Pope, I leave the matter of commissioning Bai Yu's Holy Son Attire and Holy Son Token to you. Once everything is ready, Pope's Palace will announce it to the continent."

After speaking, Qian Daoliu turned to Bai Yu again. "From this day onward, you are Spirit Hall's Holy Son. You must strictly abide by Spirit Hall's regulations and never tarnish Spirit Hall's name."

"Bai Yu will remember."

As Bai Yu's words fell, the elders rose to their feet. "Elders of Spirit Hall pay respects to His Highness the Holy Son."

Bai Yu bowed in return. "Holy Son Bai Yu pays respects to all the elders."

One month later, Bai Yu sat in the newly renamed Holy Son's Palace with an utterly lifeless expression.

Over the past month, Bai Yu had done nothing but study. Etiquette, rules, regulations, even handling administrative affairs and commanding subordinates—he had to learn it all.

"I'm telling you, enough already! Stop reading! Have mercy on me!" He turned toward Hu Liena, his voice full of pleading.

Hu Liena put down her book and shook a finger. "No. When necessary, the Holy Son can handle affairs in place of the Pope. Therefore, the Holy Son needs to understand the circumstances of the various branch halls in case of emergencies."

Bai Yu let out a miserable wail. "Nana, my Holy Son Ceremony is only half a month away. How about I learn it after the ceremony?"

"Still no. Teacher won't allow it." Hu Liena continued shaking her head.

Bai Yu sprang to his feet. "No, I have to run! I can't be this Holy Son anymore! What kind of Holy Son is this? I'm practically a prisoner!"

"Give up. I've already come to serve as your personal bodyguard. Where do you think you can run to?" A mature woman's voice sounded beside his ear.

Hearing the voice, Bai Yu turned expressionlessly toward Spirit Kite Douluo, who was seated nearby drinking tea. "By the way, doesn't my teacher have anything else for you to do? Are you really that free?"

Spirit Kite Douluo rose and stretched, fully displaying her voluptuous figure without the slightest attempt to conceal it.

She turned to Bai Yu, her expression aggrieved. "What can I do? I'm weak. I'm not needed for major matters, and minor matters don't need me either. So I can only muddle through my days as a guard."

"Fine, fine, you win. Nana, keep reading." Bai Yu sat down indignantly and continued listening to what sounded like an incomprehensible scripture.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes as he looked at Spirit Hall's invitation.

"Fengzhi, have you heard anything about this new Holy Son of Spirit Hall?" Sword Douluo asked from nearby.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "I heard Bibi Dong accepted him as a disciple three years ago, but I know little else. As for why he became the Holy Son, I know even less."

Bone Douluo folded his arms, a cold gleam appearing in his eyes. "Who cares? We'll find out when we go."

As someone with spatial abilities, Bone Douluo had secretly eliminated quite a few geniuses from other factions.

Spirit Hall's Holy Son? He was interested.

The other factions across the continent had thoughts similar to those of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Humanity came in every variety, each with its own schemes.

When the investiture ceremony arrived, the major factions were disappointed. The ceremony was grand, but the Holy Son himself, the central figure, never appeared.

Aside from the four Platinum Bishops and a group of Red Bishops, no one knew what the Holy Son looked like.

After all, the Holy Son would need to go out and train. Spirit Hall could not keep him tied to its waist, and even Spirit Hall found the assassination attempts of the major factions troublesome.

"So, how does it feel to be the Holy Son?" Bibi Dong looked at him with a half-smile.

Bai Yu's mouth twitched, and his expression was pained. "Teacher, please don't mention it again. By the way, Teacher, was it the same when you were invested as Holy Maiden?"

A trace of reminiscence appeared on Bibi Dong's face. Then her expression twisted as she turned away, her tone icy. "More or less. Rest for the next few days. Once you have recovered, you will study how to handle administrative affairs with me."

Bibi Dong rose and walked outside, then paused. "Your Soul Power has reached level thirty, correct? Tomorrow, I'll have Ling Yuan take you to obtain a Spirit Ring."

"Yes, Teacher. This disciple understands."

Bai Yu watched Bibi Dong's retreating back and curled his lips. "Tch, I was careless. Good thing I've worked hard to purify it over these past years. Otherwise, even if I didn't die today, I'd have been crippled."