Scheming Against That Little Loser Tang San

"Spirit Hall had always awakened martial souls for free, and because it distributed soul coins free of charge to low-ranking soul masters, it had kept extensive records on a large number of soul masters."

"Moreover, in many remote regions, whether soul masters joined Spirit Hall wasn't mandatory. That meant many geniuses could end up lost among the common folk."

Qian Renxue nodded. Yun Chen's words made sense. After all, Spirit Hall had always been quite accommodating toward talented soul masters. Other than places with bishops, most areas did not insist that talented commoners join Spirit Hall, and would not even report them.

"But wouldn't the odds of that be too low?"

"Not low..."

Yun Chen shook his head. Under normal circumstances, the odds would certainly have been low, but this generation's overall quality was simply too high.

Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, the most absurdly gifted of them all—Spirit Hall had not received any information about either of their talents.

Ma Hongjun aside, since his martial soul had flaws, it was possible that he had not been reported. But what the hell was up with Oscar? History's first food-system genius with innate full soul power, and he had not been reported?

The most outrageous one was still Tang San. A Blue Silver Grass soul master with innate full soul power had not been reported either. Of course, it was also possible that their blind God King really was blind.

Yun Chen rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

Damn... If I'd known, when I awakened my martial soul, I should've gone looking for that blind Titled Douluo and had him bless me. Hehehe...

Xiao Wu's origins were also baffling. A rabbit martial soul with innate full soul power, yet she had not been reported either. Yun Chen even suspected that the people working under Spirit Hall had all been kicked in the head by donkeys.

Why had none of them reported anything?

"Our priority is to find reliable geniuses whom you, Sister Xue, can personally recruit while traveling as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe."

"And those geniuses who have no intention of joining Spirit Hall can just happen to serve us during our infiltration."

Qian Renxue nodded, but then frowned and asked doubtfully.

"What about after we infiltrate? What should we do with these geniuses? Since they have no desire to join Spirit Hall, could they turn against us?"

"Those among them who can be trusted can be persuaded to change their views and join Spirit Hall, or be sent to Spirit Hall for training."

"As for the rest, if they bear hostility toward Spirit Hall, kill them."

Yun Chen spoke with extraordinary calm, but the killing intent in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

"Besides, some people simply don't want to go to Spirit City. That doesn't make them enemies. They may not harbor any ill will toward Spirit Hall; they simply don't like it."

That was indeed true. After all, Spirit Hall at the local level still had the image of being a benevolent institution. It gave out money every month, after all. Not everyone had some deep-seated grudge against Spirit Hall. Some geniuses simply did not wish to join any organization, not because they bore Spirit Hall any hostility.

"Mm, that makes sense."

"I'll write to my grandfather right away and have him retrieve the files of all soul masters with innate soul power above rank 7 from the past five years."

"Especially talented commoners from remote regions."

Seeing that Qian Renxue had finally caught on, Yun Chen breathed a sigh of relief. If they investigated this way, their attention should eventually fall on Tang San.

The people below might have been blind to the value of a Blue Silver Grass soul master with innate full soul power, but Qian Renxue and the people in the Hall of Worship were no fools.

Especially once Qian Renxue got hold of this answer sheet—how would she view it then?

After all, Qian Renxue knew that her father had been severely injured back then while pursuing Tang Hao and a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass soul beast that had taken human form.

Watching Qian Renxue hurry away, Yun Chen smiled faintly.

"Tang San, Tang San, I really pulled one over on you this time. Who told us to become enemies now?"

"I just hope your luck isn't that good. If I can get you killed this time, that would suit me just fine."

"Achoo!"

Tang San, far away in Notting City, suddenly sneezed. Xiao Wu, beside him, curled her lips and poked Tang San as she said arrogantly, "Little San, why are you sneezing again?"

"Is your body really that weak? Are you spent already?"

Tang San was a little angry at being called that, but the moment he looked at Xiao Wu, it was as though he had been bewitched by love. Grinning fawningly, he explained, "No, it's probably my dad talking about me."

I just have this... ominous feeling...

Tang San did not know where this feeling came from. Yet the wariness that seemed to rise from the depths of his soul left him feeling uneasy.

Nice, you activated a cheat without calling me.

"Hmph! It's fine as long as you're okay. Little San, shall we go eat carrots? The carrots at that place on the second floor of the cafeteria are delicious, but I'm out of money. Little San, can you treat me?"

Xiao Wu tugged at Tang San's arm and coquettishly pleaded with him. How could Tang San, who had been single his entire life, withstand that? His face reddened as he stammered, "Y-you should let go first... Men and women shouldn't touch so freely... I'll treat you, okay..."

"Hmph! That's more like it..."

"Follow this young lady. This young lady is treating, and you're paying."

Yep, this hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit had hooked their little loser with just three sentences.

Tang Hao, sitting in a tree nearby, silently watched the scene before him and sank into deep thought.

"Ah... Ah Yin..."

"Our son is like us..."

Perhaps because he had not spoken for so long, Tang Hao's voice was somewhat hoarse, trembling slightly.

Several days later, Spirit City, Hall of the Pope.

"Qian Renxue!"

Bibi Dong abruptly hurled a scroll to the floor. In the vast, empty hall, only Bibi Dong's hysterical roar echoed.

"What does she mean by this? She actually had that old bastard Qian Daoliu directly interfere with my administrative system?"

Bibi Dong's fury naturally stemmed from the suggestion Yun Chen had made.

Since it was his own granddaughter's proposal, Qian Daoliu took it very seriously. He directly had Golden Crocodile Douluo step in and insert himself into the administrative system under Bibi Dong's control.

From then on, all records and files concerning soul masters, as well as the future records of martial soul awakenings across the continent, would be sent directly to the Hall of Worship. The Hall of Worship would then pass them to Qian Renxue for screening.

Only afterward would they be handed over to Bibi Dong.

Although Bibi Dong had never placed much importance on the talented individuals under her command, the Qian Family's direct intervention still left her utterly enraged.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Everyone treats me like this! Everyone wants to betray me!"

Bibi Dong laughed almost maniacally. Her once delicate face had now twisted out of shape, half agony and half madness!

"The Xue Family also has clues about gods! It seems... it seems... I need to move faster."

At last, the madness turned into calmness, but beneath that calmness brewed an even greater madness.

Clearly, it would be best to call the current Bibi Dong a lunatic.