Papal Holiness, Please Have Some Restraint

Shrek Academy. Girls' Dormitory.

Ning Rongrong looked at the Sky Screen, her heart filled with delight.

"I never expected the Qiluo Tulip to break the thousand-year limitation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul? Father must have seen the Sky Screen too. With Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone there, they'll definitely be able to obtain the Qiluo Tulip!"

Ning Rongrong eagerly awaited the day the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda would appear.

She could not help pumping her fist, grinning and revealing her two little canine teeth.

"Thank you~ Supreme Douluo."

"Even though you're in another spacetime, the information you gave us is very important~"

Compared to Ning Rongrong's anticipation,

Zhu Zhuqing was burdened with worries.

Lu Xuan's astonishing age and strength were exactly the power she had dreamed of—the power to change her fate.

With such a role model before her, she felt even more motivated to cultivate.

But—

Zhu Zhuqing could not help envying Bibi Dong.

How nice. No matter what happened, Her Holiness the Pope had a Supreme Douluo to support her. Yet Zhu Zhuqing could only cultivate alone, relying on herself for everything.

If only her teacher were a Supreme Douluo too...

At that moment, Ning Rongrong asked curiously,

"Xiao Wu, why are you trembling in broad daylight?"

"Are you cold?"

Xiao Wu: "..."

She was not cold.

She was about to be scared to death by that killing star on the Sky Screen!

How many Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had died at Lu Xuan's hands?

Xiao Wu could only thank the heavens.

Fortunately, there was no Supreme Douluo in this spacetime!

Thinking of that, Xiao Wu perked up again and thought to herself,

"Hmph, what Supreme Douluo? He's only impressive in another spacetime. Could he possibly cross spacetime just to come capture Sister Xiao Wu?"

Shrek Academy. Boys' Dormitory.

After recognizing the immortal herbs within the Icefire Yin Yang Well, Tang San was overwhelmed with excitement.

"Sunset Forest? Once I grow stronger, I must pay it a visit!"

But then,

Tang San saw Lu Xuan on the Sky Screen practicing swordsmanship.

He had initially thought it was merely an ordinary sword dance. Yet after casually glancing at it, he looked as though he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. His eyes widened instantly in utter horror.

His body began trembling uncontrollably. For the first time since crossing over, intense fear surged from the depths of his heart.

"How is this possible?!"

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot. Ignoring Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's astonishment beside him, he roared like a madman.

Tang San had been a martial arts expert to begin with. How could he fail to see that Lu Xuan was not simply waving a branch around, but demonstrating some kind of sword art?

He did not use a sword, so he should not have cared.

But he never should have—

The sword art demonstrated by the Supreme Douluo could completely counter every one of his hidden weapon techniques.

"No! The Tang Sect's hidden weapons are unrivaled in the world! I, Tang San, devoted my entire life to them. I even betrayed my sect and stole the Xuantian Treasure Record, only to end up falling off a cliff to my death!"

"The Tang Sect's hidden weapons are already perfect beyond improvement. They cannot possibly be countered!"

Tang San glared viciously at the Sky Screen.

He frantically deduced and calculated, trying to prove that it was not Lu Xuan's swordsmanship that could break every hidden weapon, but that his hidden weapon arts could defeat Lu Xuan's swordsmanship.

Yet Tang San's eyes remained wide open until they were filled with bloodshot veins. In the end, he lowered his head in dejection, still muttering something under his breath.

"How is this possible? How is this possible..."

No matter how unwilling Tang San was to admit it,

at this very moment, his unshakable faith in hidden weapons had utterly collapsed.

What followed was endless panic.

Hidden weapons were the source of Tang San's confidence, his foundation in this world. If everyone knew how to counter Tang Sect hidden weapons, what advantage would he still possess?

For the first time, Tang San hated the appearance of the Sky Screen this much!

Sword Douluo stared without blinking at Lu Xuan and the branch in his hand.

He looked like a motionless statue.

Even after Lu Xuan stopped demonstrating, Sword Douluo remained standing there in a daze.

After a long while, Sword Douluo suddenly spoke.

"Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."

"Winning without form, striking after the opponent yet arriving first."

"What the Supreme Douluo demonstrated was no longer swordsmanship. He had transcended the level of sword techniques and entered a realm."

Ning Fengzhi was utterly bewildered.

Other than seeing Lu Xuan wave a branch around, he had seen nothing at all.

Still, seeing that Sword Douluo seemed to be in good spirits, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Gu Rong exclaimed in surprise.

"Old Sword, you broke through?"

Only then did he realize something was off.

If Sword Douluo had once been a sharp treasured sword whose edge could not be concealed even within its sheath, then Sword Douluo now carried a hint of returning to simplicity and truth in his aura.

Chen Xin shook his head.

"Not yet."

"However, after my exchange with Golden Crocodile Douluo just now, and after seeing the Supreme Douluo's demonstration, I can finally glimpse the threshold of that realm."

The threshold of Rank 97 was the dividing line between geniuses and peerless geniuses.

"Damn."

Gu Rong could not help cursing, his voice full of envy.

Sword users were the sneakiest. You asked whether he had won or lost, and he told you he had gained enlightenment.

Sword Douluo clasped his hands and bowed deeply toward the Sky Screen.

"I, Chen Xin of the Sword Dao, have received the Supreme Douluo's instruction."

"Though we reside in different spacetimes, I wish to honor you as my master!"

"To be counted among your disciples would be an undeserved honor."

After saying that, Sword Douluo visibly relaxed.

Yes, every time he secretly learned from him, he felt like a thief and was rather embarrassed. But now that he had unilaterally taken the Supreme Douluo as his master—and the Supreme Douluo had not refused—

he would gladly accept every future "lesson" from the Supreme Douluo...

Ning Fengzhi found the sight beside him quite astonishing.

Gu Rong, on the other hand, glanced at Chen Xin. As his longtime companion, he could tell at once what nonsense the old sword bastard was hiding.

But aside from being jealous, what else could he do?

Who told sword users to be this sneaky?

Sky Screen timeline—

Bibi Dong had already finished absorbing the Mingluo Nether Spider Lotus.

Lu Xuan stepped forward and asked,

"How do you feel?"

Bibi Dong's eyes brimmed with uncontrollable delight. In her excitement, she actually lunged toward Lu Xuan, wanting to kiss him.

Outside the Sky Screen,

everyone was dumbfounded.

"Damn, no! Your Holiness the Pope, please have some restraint! The entire continent is watching!"

"Holy crap, do you think we'll really be silenced for seeing this?"

"Why is it that Her Holiness the Pope clearly wants to kiss the Supreme Douluo, but my heart is pounding so fast?"

"Kids, close your eyes! This is a scene only adults can watch!"

Soto City.

The middle-aged man with a crew cut anxiously jumped to his feet.

"No, Dong'er, how could you do this?"

"When you were with me, you were so reserved. You would blush just from holding hands!"

Watching Lu Xuan receive treatment he had never once received,

Yu Xiaogang completely lost his composure!

He leaped and scrambled about, as though he wanted to fly into the sky and rush into the Sky Screen to stop them!

Meanwhile, within the Papal Palace,

Bibi Dong shot to her feet from the Papal Throne, her pretty face blazing red as though the throne had burned her backside!

Her hand gripping the jeweled scepter looked ready to snap it in half!

Sky Screen timeline—

Lu Xuan remained expressionless as he effortlessly lifted Bibi Dong with his right hand and moved her away.

Well now, Bibi Dong. I took you in as my disciple because you had willow-leaf brows and a cherry mouth and looked so honest, yet this was what you pulled?

Were you trying to slow down the speed at which I drew my sword?

Rebellious disciple!