Jun Xuehan slowly opened her eyes, glanced at the quiet room, and then closed them again, paying no attention to what was happening in her Spiritual Sea.
Although he didn't know what the change in the Divine Seed represented, he knew that it had slightly increased his strength. Therefore, this change was entirely beneficial to him.
Two months have passed quietly.
In the two months that followed, during Qian Renxue's Angel's Second Trial, Jun Xuehan was able to climb to the seventh step, while Qian Renxue remained on the fifth step.
Meanwhile, the expansion of Spirit City continued in full swing, but the Spirit City was now filled with numerous Soul Masters from various sects. Some were there for the positions of the Upper Three Sects or the Lower Four Sects, while others were simply there to join in the fun.
The most noble Soul Master on the continent number nearly ten thousand in Spirit City. The sect leaders of various sects, as well as the heads of families from various worlds, have all stayed in the hotels of Spirit City with their entourage.
The hotels throughout Spirit City were suddenly overflowing with people, and the streets were teeming with Soul Master. However, due to the Spirit Hall's control, although there were many Soul Masters in Spirit City, very few dared to cause trouble.
In the center of Spirit City, a temporary Soul Dueling Stage was set up for the competition. This arena was specially reinforced and could withstand any battle below the Titled Douluo.
In Spirit City, on the bustling streets, the crowds that were originally coming and going suddenly parted in the middle, making way for an unobstructed road.
Holding a string of Sugar-Coated Hawthorns, Yue Yi skipped and hopped across the cleared path. Behind Yue Yi, on either side, were two people: on the left were Gui Mei and Yue Guan, two Titled Douluo; on the right were Ghost Leopard and Demonic Bear, two Elders from the Worship Hall.
Because many Soul Masters from other sects had recently arrived in Spirit City, Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu were worried about Yue Yi's safety while playing in Spirit City. Therefore, they assigned four bodyguards to Yue Yi when she went out to ensure Yue Yi safety.
In front of a luxurious hotel, Hu Yanzhen, the sect leader of the Elephant Armored Sect, looked at Yue Yi walking towards him and his expression immediately turned serious.
"Remember, in Spirit City, don't cause trouble, especially this little girl. If you see her, go around her." Hu Yanzhen turned his head and earnestly instructed.
"Grandpa, who is this little girl? She's so flamboyant in Spirit City." Hu Yanli asked with some surprise as he watched Yue Yi walk by.
"She is the young master of the Pope's Palace, the Princess of the Spirit Hall Empire, and the entire Spirit City belongs to her. What's wrong with her being a little high-profile when she goes out?" Hu Yanzhen glared at his eldest grandson, signaling him to watch his words.
"The young master of the Pope's Palace? Her father is Jun Xuehan?" Hu Yanli listened to his grandfather's words, the image of Jun Xuehan quickly appeared in his mind, and his body trembled slightly.
During the All-Continent Elite Tournament, Jun Xuehan left an extremely deep impression on him, wiping out their Elephant Armor Academy in less than a minute.
"It's good that you know. Tomorrow is the day for the election of the Upper Three Sects and the Lower Four Sects. It's best not to go out if you can avoid it. Even if you do go out, don't cause any trouble." After giving these three instructions, Hu Yanzhen turned to leave.
After agreeing, the members of the Elephant Armored Sect followed Hu Yanzhen into the hotel.
As Yue Yi was walking down the street, her gaze was suddenly drawn to a vendor selling windmills. After taking a bite of the Sugar-Coated Hawthorns in her hand, Yue Yi walked straight toward the vendor.
"Sister, I want a windmill!" Yue Yi pointed to a golden windmill, her big eyes blinking.
Sitting in front of the stall was a woman in her early twenties, dressed in white and wearing a mask. Although she was wearing a mask, the woman's eyes were filled with complex emotions as she looked at Yue Yi.
"What are you standing there for? We'll take all these windmills." A slightly hoarse voice slowly came from the Gui Mei's mouth.
Several Gold Soul Coin were placed in front of the stall. The Gui Mei gestured with its eyes, signaling the woman to hurry up.
"Sorry, I'm not selling!" A calm voice came from the woman's mouth, and Gold Soul Coin in front of the stall were pushed back.
"Huh? Why!" Yue Yi looked at the windmill, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
"Little girl, it's just a windmill. It's not like we're not going to pay. How much are these windmills worth? We can offer five times the price." Yue Guan sized up the woman, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"No, that's final." The voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.
Just as Gui Mei was about to step forward, Yue Yi turned around and shook her head, saying, "Grandpa Gui, she won't sell, so let's go."
Despite saying that, Yue Yi still turned around from time to time to look at the windmill.
They had only taken a few steps when they saw a young boy buy a windmill from the stall they had just left.
The Gui Mei figure stopped, turned to look at the stall, and said calmly, "Didn't you say you weren't selling?"
Upon hearing this, the woman said calmly, "It's my own stuff, I want to sell it..."
Before she could finish speaking, a hand landed on her shoulder, and a somewhat cold voice slowly rang out. "Elder Gui, it's been a long time. This windmill isn't for sale, but I can give it to you as a gift."
Zhu Zhuqing walked up from behind, picked up a light gold windmill, and handed it to Yue Yi.
"Elder Gui, this is an old acquaintance of mine. I didn't finish speaking just now, please don't take offense." Zhu Zhuqing said, bowing respectfully to the Gui Mei.
"Heh, I thought there really were such clueless people in Spirit City. Six-Ring Soul Emperor isn't weak at all." Gui Mei gave the woman a deep look before turning and leaving with Yue Yi.
Upon receiving the windmill, Yue Yi immediately smiled and scanned her surroundings, as if searching for something fun.
Watching them leave, Zhu Zhuqing slowly turned around, looked at the woman, and said, "You were reckless just now. Now, in the entire Spirit City, who doesn't know that she is someone you can't afford to offend?"
As she spoke, Zhu Zhuqing sat down in front of the stall and quietly looked at the person in front of her.
"Mind your own business. I'm not afraid of her father, but I'm not afraid of her." The woman reached out and took off her mask, revealing a familiar face.
"Rong Rong, if you're not afraid, why don't you rush into the Pope's Palace and go find him? You've been given a second chance at life, so cherish it." Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong and couldn't help but shake her head.
"Hmph." Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, put the mask back on her face, and silently tidied up the stall in front of her.
Zhu Zhuqing got up and walked in another direction on the street.