Ning Fengzhi's Black-Hearted Little Darling

"Correct." Qin Xuan nodded, his expression solemn. "Twelve years ago today, our Spirit Hall's previous Pope, who was also the Grand Worship's son, along with a personal guardian Douluo at his side, was ambushed and killed by Tang Hao of the Haozi Sect at this very hour because of a moment of softheartedness."

"Although I later destroyed the Haozi Sect, Tang Hao is still at large, hiding in some mountain ravine like a rat in a filthy gutter."

"This is Spirit Hall's disgrace, and also yours, because the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Souls in your hands were bought with the previous Pope's life."

"So next, I hope that in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament two and a half years from now, you will defeat every opponent except Martial Soul Academy."

At this, Qin Xuan rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and swept his gaze over the seven members of the Tang-Elimination Squad.

"As a reward."

The moment Qin Xuan spoke those words, the atmosphere in Papal Hall's council chamber surged to its peak. A ball of golden light appeared above his palm.

Within that golden light floated seven Immortal Herbs, quietly suspended in the air—herbs that had captivated even their fathers.

"We are willing to offer our hearts to His Holiness the Pope, and our hearts to Spirit Hall." The seven members of the Tang-Elimination Squad were filled with reverence. They clenched their right hands into fists and pressed them against their chests. Even Tian Yue, daughter of Third Offering Golden Crocodile Douluo and someone of considerable status within Spirit Hall, could not help but be moved.

"Do you want Immortal Herbs? If you do, I'll give them all to you. Strive hard. Become stronger. I have already prepared your Immortal Herbs. For the next