The Pope Takes a Disciple

After traveling nonstop for two days and two nights, the two of them finally arrived at Wuhun City.

"Young Master Jiang, Wuhun Hall is here. Please get out of the carriage."

Master Su stood before the carriage and spoke respectfully to the person inside.

He knew that with Jiang Chen's current talent, he would surely become a pillar of Wuhun Hall and rise to a position of great authority in the future. Perhaps Jiang Chen would remember his kindness someday and even promote him.

Jiang Chen stepped down from the carriage and followed Master Su into Wuhun Hall. The towering, majestic buildings of Wuhun Hall consisted of grand palace complexes. This was the place all Soul Masters longed for.

Jiang Chen looked at Master Su, who was walking ahead of him. Master Su had not slept at all for the past two days and nights. He had raced all the way here without stopping, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

Even a production team's donkey wasn't this fierce!

Above one grand hall, a towering six-winged stone statue gazed down upon the entirety of Wuhun City.

"Halt!"

"Wuhun Hall does not allow unauthorized people to enter!"

Two guards in silver armor stopped them before the hall gates. Their gazes were fierce, like bloodthirsty beasts eyeing lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Move aside. I need to see His Majesty the Pope!"

Master Su spoke disdainfully.

This is a matter of utmost importance. Can you afford to delay me?

"Humph! Do you think His Majesty the Pope is someone you can meet whenever you wish?!"

"If you don't leave now, don't blame us for being rude!"

The two guards placed their hands on the swords at their waists and spoke viciously.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully triggering a choice:

Choice One: In the face of the guards' contempt, boldly step forward and teach them a lesson. Reward: one level of Soul Power.

Choice Two: Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, retreat is the best. Leave in disgrace. Reward: one Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone."

Jiang Chen stared blankly at the two choices. Why did the second choice seem to have such a vastly better reward than the first? Soul Bones were incredibly rare!

The system wants me to admit defeat?

Jiang Chen decisively chose the first option. Admitting defeat was not Jiang Chen's style!

"Congratulations on successfully making your choice. Reward: one level of Soul Power."

Jiang Chen jumped forward and raised both middle fingers at the silver-armored guards.

"You two big idiots! Do you know who I am?"

"I'm a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, yet you dare to stop me!"

"Are you tired of living?!"

The two silver-armored guards flew into a rage upon hearing this. Where had this little brat come from? He was so arrogant! They immediately stepped forward, intending to teach Jiang Chen a lesson.

With a quick step, Jiang Chen dodged behind Master Su. From behind, he shoved the still-unresponsive Master Su forward and shouted, "Master Su, save me!"

Master Su's expression turned incomparably ugly. He had not expected Jiang Chen to provoke them directly. He was only a Great Soul Master in his twenties, while Wuhun Hall's guards were at least level forty, for heaven's sake!

What am I supposed to fight them with?!

Jiang Chen was not worried at all. As a level ninety-two Title Douluo, he did not take these two seriously in the slightest.

"Brothers... I truly have urgent business with His Majesty!"

"These are all misunderstandings!"

"I even have a Wuhun Hall deacon's token. You can check it if you don't believe me."

Master Su searched himself for a long time but simply could not find it.

The two silver-armored guards looked at each other. Watching the man constantly rummaging through himself, they wondered if this guy was a comedian sent by monkeys.

"Where is your token?"

Master Su was on the verge of collapse. Where the hell had his token gone?!

Right, Jiang Chen had it!

Master Su remembered handing the token to Jiang Chen before entering the hall. If the Pope took a liking to Jiang Chen, then having his token with Jiang Chen would surely make the Pope think that he had gone through great hardship to find an extraordinary genius for Wuhun Hall and grant him great merit!

"Young Master Jiang, quickly take out the token... I..."

Master Su turned around, but his words stopped abruptly. His gaze became vacant, because there was nothing behind him—not a single person in sight.

Master Su forced an awkward smile and explained, "Brothers, did you see where that child just went?"

"The token is on him, really, I..."

"Waaah... ah..."

Before Master Su could finish, the two silver-armored guards felt that they had been toyed with from beginning to end.

Damn it, provoking and insulting them was one thing, but he could not produce the token when asked? Was he treating them like entertainment?

"Ah!"

Miserable screams echoed through the area. Those who heard them were saddened, and those who listened wept.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen had already hidden a hundred meters away, leaning against the corner of an alley with a black token in his hand.

Jiang Chen listened to the screams drifting over. Their rhythm rose and fell unpredictably, and their voices did not sound the same.

"Master Su is that amazing? He beat up two guards who are twenty levels above him like this..."

Master Su: "..."

The screams soon drew others from Wuhun Hall. A man dressed similarly to Master Su emerged, except there was additional embroidery on his collar.

He was a deacon from the main hall.

"Who is making such a commotion here?"

The two silver-armored guards immediately stopped upon seeing him and stood respectfully on either side. On the ground lay only Master Su, bruised and swollen until he looked like a pig's head, while hope shone in Master Su's narrowed eyes.

"What happened?"

The man looked at the battered Master Su on the ground and asked.

"Reporting to Deacon, this man first toyed with us, then claimed to be a branch hall deacon. Yet he could not even produce his deacon's token!"

A trace of disgust flashed across the man's face. Someone actually dared to come to Wuhun Hall looking for amusement?

Are you tired of living?

"Beat him hard, then throw him out. Let everyone see the consequences of provoking Wuhun Hall!"

"Yes!"

The light in Master Su's eyes gradually faded. I thought you were a savior. Turns out you're the King of Hell!

Jiang Chen, hiding a hundred meters away, was secretly shocked. Master Su was too fierce!

"Congratulations to the host for successfully triggering a choice:

Choice One: Take the token back and save Master Su. Reward: one level increase in Soul Power.

Choice Two: Mind your own business and stay out of it. Reward: one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Jiang Chen was stunned. He had thought Master Su was beating the two of them down, but instead, the two of them were beating Master Su down. Master Su really could take a beating!

"Tsk tsk, one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins would be impossible to spend, but... increasing my Soul Power by one level is still more worthwhile."

"I choose one."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for making a choice. Reward: one level of Soul Power."

Jiang Chen felt the power within his body. Above heaven and below earth, I alone am supreme!

As long as one was bold enough, even a Limit Douluo could be dragged down from their pedestal!

Holding the token, Jiang Chen hurried toward Wuhun Hall. "Stop! Stop right now! Don't hit him anymore!"

Jiang Chen was genuinely afraid that Master Su would be beaten to death. Seeing Jiang Chen come to save him, Master Su seemed to have grasped a lifeline. He closed his eyes and fainted.

"The token is here!"

Jiang Chen threw the token toward the white-robed deacon. The deacon took it and stared blankly for a moment before shouting, "Everyone stop! We're all on the same side!"

The white-robed deacon looked at the unconscious Master Su and said, "Take him away for treatment."

Then he looked at Jiang Chen. "Are you truly someone with Innate Full Soul Power?"

Jiang Chen spread his hands indifferently. "Believe it or not."

The white-robed deacon was momentarily speechless. Still, with the attitude that it was better to believe than not, he brought Jiang Chen into Wuhun Hall.

"Your Majesty, Deacon Ye Hua requests an audience. He says he has brought a child with Innate Full Soul Power to see Your Majesty."

Within the spacious and magnificent hall, a noble, cold, and breathtakingly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure and fair skin sat upon the throne. She wore a purple-gold crown that carried a unique charm, giving her an imposing presence even in silence.

"Granted!"

The hall doors opened, and Ye Hua led Jiang Chen inside. Jiang Chen saw the woman seated on the throne from afar, and his eyes went wide. She was such a beaut—

This must be Pope Bibi Dong.

"Deacon Ye Hua greets Your Majesty!"

Bibi Dong looked at Jiang Chen and coldly asked Ye Hua, "Ye Hua, is what you said true?"

"Ye Hua does not know. This child was brought here by a branch hall deacon, Master Su..."

The moment Bibi Dong spoke, Ye Hua felt immense pressure.

"Oh?"

"You are Jiang Chen, correct? Release your Martial Soul."

Jiang Chen suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Yes, Teach—Your Majesty the Pope."

Jiang Chen had nearly let it slip, but thankfully corrected himself in time. Otherwise, he would likely have suffered for it. After all, the Pope could not be offended!

Jiang Chen released his Martial Soul. An Azure Lotus slowly emerged, glowing with a faint azure light. It was clearly no ordinary thing.

A glimmer of surprise flashed through Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. She rose to her feet and descended the steps of the throne, the scepter symbolizing her authority striking the ground with a dull sound.

"The quality of this Martial Soul is among the very best. He truly has Innate Full Soul Power. Record a great merit for that branch hall deacon and transfer him back to Wuhun City."

"You are Jiang Chen. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

Bibi Dong smiled faintly, while at the same time exuding an authority that could not be resisted!

Jiang Chen's drool... no, tears were about to flow out.

Jiang Chen placed his right hand across his chest and dropped to one knee.

"Your Majesty the Pope, I am willing!"