Golden Generation

"Your disciple understands," Dongfang Yu replied.

As they waited, three people slowly approached from the distance. The one leading them was none other than his senior sister, Hu Liena.

Only when the three drew closer did Dongfang Yu see their faces clearly. There was no need to mention Hu Liena; as for the two men beside her, they should have been Xie Yue and Yan.

Xie Yue was fairly pale and slender, dressed in black brocade robes that gave him an air of mystery. Who knew what secrets lay beneath those profound eyes?

As for Yan, he did not look as mature as Xie Yue. His fiery red, wild hair gave him a feral aura, and his sturdy frame and unruly eyes made him seem utterly uninhibited.

"Teacher, you're here."

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope," Xie Yue and Yan said in unison as they bowed.

Bibi Dong smiled and nodded. "Rise."

"Nana, I came to tell you something."

Hu Liena asked doubtfully, "Please speak, Teacher."

At this point, Dongfang Yu knew he could no longer pretend to be invisible. He stepped forward, drawing another look from all three of them.

"Dongfang Yu, your junior brother—I intend to have him join your Golden Generation. What do you think?" Bibi Dong asked Hu Liena and the others.

"This..." The three hesitated. Yan in particular looked at Dongfang Yu with even greater disdain. Why should a child who looked eight or nine years old stand alongside the three of them as part of the Golden Generation? Just because he was the Pope's disciple?

Bibi Dong smiled faintly. "The three of you are Spirit Hall's finest disciples. I will not let personal feelings interfere with this matter."

"Xiao Yu."

"Your disciple is here," Dongfang Yu answered.

"Prove your strength to them. Tell them that you are qualified," Bibi Dong said softly.

"Your disciple obeys." Dongfang Yu stepped forward, stood before Hu Liena and the other two, and flashed a bright smile.

The three said nothing and merely continued studying him. Hu Liena's impression of this junior brother was exceedingly poor. After all, he had actually done something like that in broad daylight!

Xie Yue wore a dark expression, his eyes thoughtful. As for Yan, if the Pope insisted on forcing someone into their group, he would have nothing to say. But Dongfang Yu actually wanted to join the Golden Generation on the basis of his own strength? This little runt was only in his twenties in soul power—what gave him the right?

"Which one of you will it be?" Dongfang Yu asked with a smile as he looked over the three of them.

Hu Liena snorted and was about to speak, but someone was faster than her.

Yan stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I will."

"Fine."

Very soon, the two stood on the sparring platform.

"Nana, you seem to dislike Xiao Yu?" Seeing Hu Liena staring at Dongfang Yu with hostile eyes, Bibi Dong asked curiously.

Hu Liena did not know how to answer. Was she supposed to tell her teacher, Hey! I caught him molesting his martial soul in broad daylight? Obviously, she could not bring herself to say that.

"No..." Hu Liena could only mutter evasively.

Bibi Dong did not press further. She merely smiled lightly. "Xiao Yu is an exceptional child. Both his martial soul and talent are among the very best, his personality is likable, and his looks are not bad either. When you have the chance, get to know him better. He is your junior brother, after all."

After hearing that, Hu Liena sighed inwardly. Who would want to get close to a lecher like that? But she could not openly defy her teacher.

"Mm, I'll listen to Teacher."

Seeing that Hu Liena was still unhappy, Bibi Dong was even more puzzled. Had the two truly had some unpleasant conflict? Otherwise, given Dongfang Yu's qualities, Nana should not have been so dissatisfied.

Dongfang Yu and Yan had already taken their stances on the platform.

"Dongfang Yu, level 23, two-ring Battle Soul Master. Martial soul—Holy Maiden. Please enlighten me."

"Tch, what Holy—" Yan's voice abruptly stopped, because Dongfang Yu had already summoned his martial soul.

"This is... an Angel?" A flash of amazement appeared in Yan's eyes. On the Douluo Continent, Angels were synonymous with power. Moreover, the other party looked only eight or nine years old! Such cultivation, such a martial soul... it was simply outrageously unbelievable!

At once, Yan slightly reined in his contempt and summoned his own martial soul behind him. The Soul Rings beneath his feet slowly rose as well.

"Yan, level 34, three-ring Battle Soul Elder. Martial soul—Flame Lord! Come!"

Dongfang Yu was slightly stunned. As expected of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. Yan should only have been eleven or twelve, yet he was already a level 34 Soul Elder. Clearly, he was even more outstanding than the Shrek group from the original story.

Their battle was on the verge of erupting!

The sounds of their Soul Skills colliding on the platform left Hu Liena and Xie Yue, standing below, slightly stunned. They had not expected Dongfang Yu to be this strong!

Only then did Hu Liena take another serious look at her junior brother. He was younger than her, yet his talent far surpassed hers. She merely had the advantage of age; if they were the same age, perhaps she would have long since been left far behind.

"Teacher, Junior Brother, he..."

Bibi Dong smiled radiantly. "You should personally get to know your junior brother better. As his senior sister, you know nothing about him."

Hu Liena was somewhat embarrassed. "I understand, Teacher." Then she turned her gaze back toward the platform.

The longer she watched, the more unfocused her eyes became, and the more astonished she felt inside. Other than his lustful and indecent nature, this junior brother truly had no flaws. She had never seen anyone of a similar age fight Yan for so long without losing, much less someone younger than Yan.

Perhaps she now understood why her teacher had accepted him as a disciple. With talent like this, who would not cherish such a gifted person?

If Dongfang Yu could have heard Hu Liena's thoughts right then, he probably would have poured out his feelings on the spot! That crazy woman Bibi Dong had not taken him as a disciple because of his talent at all...

However, Dongfang Yu had no time to be distracted by anything else now, because Yan's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce! It seemed Yan wanted to end this quickly!

"Hmph! Third Soul Skill—Hellfire!" Yan unleashed his third Soul Skill, attempting to defeat Dongfang Yu in a single move. His level was so much higher, yet he had allowed Dongfang Yu to hold out for this long. This was downright embarrassing!

Dongfang Yu stopped in his tracks and looked at the flaming rocks hurtling toward him, feeling boundless pressure. At this moment, his expression became more solemn than ever before. Yan was not even in the same league as the people from the Hundred-Man Kill. Yan possessed abundant combat experience and was completely unafraid of his martial soul.

"Second Soul Skill—Holy Light Spike!"

The golden sword of light met the countless flaming stone spheres head-on!

Boom!!

Boom!!

The two Soul Skills collided, producing a massive shockwave! The force sent several people with weaker soul power staggering back again and again. It was clear just how intense that shockwave was.

Satisfaction flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes. This was her disciple. Despite an eleven-level gap in soul power, he could still fight a genius like Yan for so long without being defeated.