The Holy Son of Spirit Hall, Ning Yuan

Consecrated Hall.

At that moment, Jiangmo Douluo stood below the platform, trembling.

Because he had just reported to Qian Daoliu how he had gone to recruit Ning Yuan, only to be stopped by Bibi Dong, and how Ning Yuan had tactfully refused.

Qian Daoliu had not responded for a full minute.

After following Qian Daoliu for so many years, Jiangmo Douluo knew his temper all too well.

The more silent Qian Daoliu was, the angrier it meant he had become.

Last time, after hearing a report from his subordinates, he had stayed silent for a full half minute, then personally took action and wiped out that small sect.

This time, his silence had lasted even longer than before. Wait—he wasn't going to personally go to Pope Palace and settle accounts with Bibi Dong, was he?

Would he be dragged into it too?

At this moment, Jiangmo Douluo's heart was a mess of conflicting emotions.

Time passed second by second, and Qian Daoliu on the platform finally moved.

On the platform, Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh? This child doesn't want to come to my side?"

"He's quite the grateful sort."

"Not bad, not bad."

"Since that child is unwilling to leave Bibi Dong, let this matter end here."

"Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong, you really did find yourself an exceptionally talented seedling! Hmph!"

Bibi Dong was worthy of being the pope of Spirit Hall; when she handled matters, she acted with swift decisiveness. The very next day, she announced to the world the news that Ning Yuan would be promoted to become Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

The moment this news came out, every faction was shocked.

They had never heard the name Ning Yuan before, and all began investigating him.

Besides, when it came to nurturing a Holy Son or Holy Daughter, every faction had suitable candidates of its own, but without exception, they were all people of outstanding talent. Only then would a sect dare to pour more resources into cultivating them.

But nurturing a Holy Son required enormous expenditure.

Even among the upper three sects, not every sect established a Holy Son.

Spirit Hall was now wealthy and powerful, yet it was additionally cultivating a Holy Son.

This move undoubtedly raised Spirit Hall even higher in the hearts of the people. In the future, if more children with outstanding talent appeared, they would naturally lean toward choosing Spirit Hall.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, Spirit Hall's move is really an open scheme against us."

Ning Fengzhi, the current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, sat upright in the sect master's seat, a trace of worry hidden in his eyes that would not fade.

As one of the upper three sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also had its own intelligence channels. Over the past few years, they could clearly sense that Spirit Hall—or rather, Bibi Dong—was planning something.

As the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he naturally had to plan ahead.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin pondered it over again and again.

"Sect Master, I actually think there's no need to worry too much."

"Spirit Hall may be using this news to try to win over the hearts of soul masters across the world."

"But if Spirit Hall can do it, why can't our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"When it comes to money and resources, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is no weaker than Spirit Hall."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong also chimed in from the side.

"That may be true, but... sigh. I hope I'm overthinking it."

Ning Fengzhi sighed.

"Speaking of which, have you read the information on that Holy Son, Ning Yuan?"

"We have. A villager from a small seaside town, ordinary background, both parents deceased."

"It's said he has innate full soul power, and his martial soul is suspected to be mutated."

"Looking at it that way, his talent doesn't seem all that impressive. That woman Bibi Dong made him Holy Son—wasn't she afraid of overreaching and making Spirit Hall into a laughingstock?"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both gave their opinions.

Ning Fengzhi held his forehead and pondered, murmuring under his breath.

"Is that truly the case..."

Notting City, Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

After Xiao Wu learned the news that Ning Yuan had become the Holy Son, her mood had been unusually low these past few days.

Because her own mother had died at the hands of the current leader of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

She had long since hated Spirit Hall to the bone, including everyone connected to Spirit Hall.

"What's wrong, Xiao Wu? Are you in a bad mood?"

"No, Brother San."

Xiao Wu let out a long breath, adjusted her mood, and once again returned to her lively, bouncy self.

"Brother San, you know about that news too, right? Spirit Hall is going to appoint a Holy Son this time."

"I know. Apparently, this Ning Yuan is extremely talented."

At this moment, Tang San, who had yet to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, was merely an ordinary-looking boy.

He was very confident in his own strength and talent. As a transmigrator, he had twin martial souls and innate full soul power, plus the support of the Tang Sect's many powerful methods.

He considered himself no weaker than any genius among the natives of Douluo Continent. This was the confidence of a genius.

Besides, he had also taken the theoretical master Yu Xiaogang as his teacher. He truly could not imagine who could beat him with such a setup.

Ning Yuan, was it? One day, I'd like to spar with you.

Heaven Dou Empire, Prince Xue Qinghe's bedchamber.

"Damn it, what exactly is that woman Bibi Dong trying to do?"

"Pushing out a Holy Son at a time like this—does she think I'm not important enough?"

Qian Renxue had awakened the same Six-Winged Angel martial soul as Spirit Hall's founder, with innate soul power at rank 20. By rights, she should have been someone Spirit Hall focused on nurturing. Yet when she was nine years old, Bibi Dong had arranged for her to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire.

Then she turned around and appointed a Holy Maiden, and now, after only a few more years, she had appointed a Holy Son as well.

She really was a venomous woman. Qian Renxue was her biological daughter, at least, yet she looked down on her this much.

But that was fine too. If you want to use my hands to bring down the Heaven Dou Empire, why wouldn't I want to use your power to take control of Spirit Hall again?

After all, it was only right and proper for the angel lineage to control Spirit Hall.

Likewise, as someone with a god-level martial soul and a top-tier genius, Qian Renxue was also very interested in Ning Yuan.

"Ning Yuan, you'd better not disappoint me."

Spirit Hall.

The matter of appointing Ning Yuan as Holy Son naturally caused a stir as well.

The main reason was that Ning Yuan had not been famous before. For most people, this was the first time they had heard the name Ning Yuan.

One after another, they all felt that Ning Yuan had no right to be worthy of the position of Holy Son.

Each of them was eager to give it a try, wanting to see the strength of the newly appointed Holy Son for themselves.

"Who is Ning Yuan? Never heard of him."

"Why does he get to be the Holy Son? When it comes to talent, which one of us isn't a peerless genius?"

"Don't let me run into him, or I'll make sure Ning Yuan looks good."

At this moment, Ning Yuan walked past the people discussing him.

Naturally, he heard their comments.

[Little Ning Yuan, did you hear that? He was praising you for looking good just now! This guy is pretty nice!]

[So that's how you understand that sentence...]

Ning Yuan was speechless for a while.

An alien creature truly did not understand the vast and profound art of human language.

However, over the past two days, the matter of appointing him as Holy Son had indeed given Ning Yuan something of a headache.

This Bibi Dong was clearly putting him on a fire to roast.

She had shoved him straight into the spotlight, making him the target of everyone's arrows.

Next, there would definitely be many people who felt his virtue did not match his position and wanted to challenge him.

If he had not had enough confidence in his own strength, he really might have been fooled silly by Bibi Dong.

At the same time, not far away, Bibi Dong was watching Ning Yuan.

Beside her, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo stood respectfully at her side.

Light shimmered and shifted in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.

"Ning Yuan, the stage has already been set for you. You'd better not disappoint me!"