Shameless Bastards!

Bishop Beska pulled Yang Ming to sit beside him, warmly asking after his well-being.

Such an attitude of treating a scholar with courtesy made Ma Xiunuo immensely envious; if this were to get out, Yang Ming would be the envy of countless young talents.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was good, Bishop Beska took a document from his bosom and handed it to Yang Ming with a smile.

What is this...

Yang Ming lowered his head to look, and it turned out to be a notice of expulsion. The target of the expulsion was Su Yuntao, and the charge was abusing power for personal gain to ruin the reputation of Spirit Hall.

Yang Ming frowned slightly and looked at Bishop Beska in confusion.

"Lord Bishop, what does this mean?"

"This is merely a small compensation from Spirit Hall to you." Bishop Beska's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, making it impossible for anyone to read any emotional changes in them. "At the same time, on behalf of the Suotuo City Spirit Hall Main Temple, I sincerely invite you to join our Spirit Hall and become a dedicated Spirit Master of Spirit Hall."

Registering in Spirit Hall to become a Spirit Master was the process that the vast majority of Spirit Masters ought to follow.

Registering to obtain the title of Spirit Master would grant a subsidy issued by the state, amounting to one gold soul coin per month.

As for becoming a dedicated Spirit Master of Spirit Hall, one's cultivation would directly enter an academy specially established by Spirit Hall, with all miscellaneous tuition fees exempted, and those with outstanding performance could even obtain high subsidies.

Yang Ming also had a slight understanding of these circumstances.

What Yang Ming did not expect was that Beska, as a bishop of Spirit Hall, would actually come to invite him to join in person. If Yang Ming entered Spirit Hall through this channel, his starting position would be extremely high.

In fact, one could figure it out just by thinking about it: even though Spirit Hall had numerous experts emerging in succession, those who could harvest a ten-thousand-year soul ring for their very first soul ring were, to put it mildly, pitifully rare.

Among them, the most famous was undoubtedly the supreme Pope Bibi Dong; the first soul ring of her second martial soul, the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor, was also a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

There was also Bibi Dong's daughter, Qian Renxue, whose first soul ring was likewise a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Aside from the two of them, it was hard to say whether anyone else possessed one.

Bishop Beska's personal abacus was beaten very loudly; even if he had to act like a bootlicker, he wanted to respectfully invite Yang Ming into Spirit Hall. What was he plotting?

Was he not plotting Yang Ming's potential and strength?

This was a visible-to-the-naked-eye potential stock whose future achievement would be at least a Titled Douluo!

Seeing that Yang Ming did not speak, Bishop Beska grew anxious.

If bishops of other cities, or even higher-ranking members of Spirit Hall, got wind of this, Yang Ming might be snatched away by the Spirit Hall of another city!

"Yang Ming, as long as you can join the Spirit Hall Main Temple where I am stationed, you will be able to obtain a subsidy of five hundred gold soul coins every month. I will also find the top-tier teachers from the surrounding region to teach you, and even Holy Soul Village, where you were born, will receive our vigorous support. Not only will taxes be waived for ten years, but we will even pull a batch of merchants to invest in your village and drive the economic development of Holy Soul Village!"

Clearly, Bishop Beska had conducted some investigation into Yang Ming.

From the deeds along Yang Ming's journey, Bishop Beska keenly discovered that Yang Ming was a person who valued relationships, especially placing importance on family affection, friendship, and the bonds with the villagers of Holy Soul Village.

Bishop Beska talked eloquently. Among the benefits he discussed, there was not only help for Yang Ming personally, but even more so, support for Holy Soul Village. From economic tilt to humanistic care, to dispatching instructors to station in the village every year to train the villagers, he demonstrated his sincerity from multiple aspects.

If Yang Ming were truly just an ordinary genius, he might actually have been tempted.

All these benefits were truly mouth-watering.

Unfortunately, Yang Ming could not accept!

Yang Ming possessed a system. Advancing did not require hunting soul beasts; he only needed to obtain the corresponding system rewards to acquire soul rings. But if he entered Spirit Hall, there would definitely be many people staring at him. In that case, everything he did would be crystal clear to others, and by the end, even the secret of the system might be exposed.

Joining Spirit Hall did not align with Yang Ming's interests!

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Meeting Bishop Beska's expectant gaze, he said:

"I am sorry, Bishop Beska. Today I came to Spirit Hall merely to register as a Spirit Master, and I haven't thought about much else."

What Yang Ming said was already very tactful, and he left himself some leeway.

Bishop Beska was stunned at first. He had not expected that in front of such generous welfare conditions offered by himself, Yang Ming would not be moved at all. Then, the smile on his face remained unchanged as he said:

"That is true, that is true. My invitation today was too sudden, and you haven't made any psychological preparations. I can understand that."

Saying this, Bishop Beska feigned magnanimity and said:

"However, Yang Ming, you must remember that the doors of our Spirit Hall are always open to you. Whenever you change your mind one day, we will greet you with two hundred percent enthusiasm."

It had to be said that Bishop Beska was skilled at dealing with people and spoke very pleasantly, making even Yang Ming feel a little embarrassed.

Solemnly, Bishop Beska fetched a round badge specially crafted by Spirit Hall. Engraved on the back was Yang Ming's name, and on the front were two intersecting thorns, symbolizing the rank of a Spirit Master.

Amidst Ma Xiunuo's envious gaze from the side, Bishop Beska personally pinned the badge on Yang Ming, affectionately patted his shoulder, and smiled warmly:

"Yang Ming, remember this: if you ever feel unhappy staying in the academy, our big family of Spirit Hall will always welcome you back."

Yang Ming nodded slightly and left under Ma Xiunuo's guidance.

The moment Yang Ming stepped out of Spirit Hall, Bishop Beska, who had just been kind-faced and benevolent, instantly transformed into a different person. A gloomy expression plastered his face as he angrily grabbed an expensive vase from the parlor and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.

"Bang!"

The vase shattered, fragments splattered everywhere, petals scattered, and water flowed all over the floor.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Bishop Beska said through gritted teeth:

"What a shameless bastard!"

When Ma Xiunuo returned to the parlor and pushed open the door, he happened to catch this scene.

Ma Xiunuo stood at the entrance, completely dumbfounded, advancing neither nor retreating. This act of stumbling upon a superior's embarrassing moment made Ma Xiunuo's scalp tingle.

Bishop Beska glared ungraciously at Ma Xiunuo, instantly causing him to hold his breath in fear.

"Still standing there thinking you haven't embarrassed yourself enough? Why aren't you hurrying in to clean this up?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Ma Xiunuo breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly closed the door, and knelt on the ground to tidy up.

Beska sat on the soft sofa, his expression sinking into a dark gloom as he said:

"Later, prepare all the information regarding Yang Ming for me in full."

"What are you...?" Ma Xiunuo looked up at him cautiously.

Bishop Beska abruptly clenched his fist, a hint of chilliness carrying in his tone:

"The person I, Beska, want to get has never slipped through my fingers!"