Provocation

The moment Qian Daoliu finished speaking, the long-silent Angel God Statue above the altar suddenly shone brightly, its golden light illuminating the heavens and earth!

Under a clear blue sky, golden rays of light bathed the entire Papal Hall Square in Spirit City. Towering Angel Statue radiated holy light, and a long, golden-red carpet stretched straight from the end of the square to the nine-tiered platform. Silver-armored paladins stood motionless on both sides, spears in hand.

Envoys from the two great empires and hundreds of sect elders lined up on both sides. The entire hall was silent as everyone waited for the newly Holy Son to make his appearance.

At the end of the steps, where light and shadow play, a young man slowly walked out.

Wearing a custom-made Holy Son robe exclusively for the Spirit Hall, Jiang Baiyu slowly walked towards the high platform.

The main body of the robe is woven with gold thread, and the intricate and sacred cloud pattern of the Spirit Hall is embroidered with gold thread, which shimmers with light under the sunlight; the cuffs, hem and shoulders are layered with azure blue, as if the vitality of ancient plants is condensed between the hem of the garment.

The hem of her robe draped gracefully with tassels, trembling slightly with each step, exuding not a sharp edge, but rather a warm and profound ancient charm.

Unlike the pure white holiness of the angelic lineage or the golden majesty of the Pope lineage, the uniquely designed robe of the Holy Son fits the vitality of the Hundred Herbs in the Shennong Cauldron, making Jiang Baiyu noble and unique.

The young man was tall and handsome, with his black hair tied up and his eyes gentle and calm. He wore a golden-green holy robe, which gave him both the majesty and holiness of the Spirit Hall and the Qing Ya elegance of a plant deity.

He walked step by step onto the red carpet, his steps calm and composed, neither arrogant nor impatient.

As he moved forward, an invisible aura of vibrant green slowly spread out, and a faint fragrance of grass and trees lingered in the air. With each step he took, golden-green divine patterns unfolded, the Hundred Herbs Domain expanded, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on him, on this radiant genius.

Ning Fengzhi looked at this guy with a deep gaze, preparing to assess whether to befriend him or not. After all, at this moment, it was far too late for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to show goodwill.

As a businessman, he understood the importance of time better than anyone else.

Previously, although Jiang Baiyu's affairs in Heaven Dou had been on his desk for a long time, he was preoccupied with his beloved daughter Ning Rongrong's trivial matters at Shrek and did not immediately befriend Jiang Baiyu.

Yu Yuanzhen, standing to the side, began waving his arms excitedly the moment he saw Jiang Baiyu.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall! This is the future leader of the Spirit Hall Soul Master force on the entire continent. In this way, Jiang Baiyu's weakest link, the power structure, has been filled. At this moment, he should be facing a peer of equal strength, rather than a talented junior, when facing Jiang Baiyu.

What he was thinking was that although he had heard from Yu Tianheng that Jiang Baiyu had brought along a junior sister, and even Ye Lingling had feelings for her, it didn't matter. Which powerful person didn't have three wives and four concubines? Just like their family's second elder, who had countless illegitimate children.

"Which family has a suitable girl?" he began to ponder.

As for the others, their expressions varied. Their eyes revealed different thoughts; some were friendly, while others were curious as to why such a young child was involved.

On the nine-tiered high platform.

Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu looked at the handsome young man dressed as the Wind God with gentle eyes and full of satisfaction, and nodded slightly.

He specifically requested the Spirit Hall to rush-produce the Holy Son robe so that the whole continent would know that Jiang Baiyu was a unique Holy Son personally appointed by the Worship Hall, not belonging to the Papal Hall, but only to the Spirit Hall.

On the other side, Bibi Dong, seated on the Pope throne, slightly narrowed her purplish-gold eyes.

She watched silently as the golden-green figures ascended the stage, gazing at the unique Holy Son that belonged solely to Jiang Baiyu. A flawless, indifferent smile remained on her lips, but her eyes held a chilling coldness and disgust.

"Spirit Hall, that damned Qian Daoliu! And the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, you're the ones who drove Xiaogang away! One day I will wipe out your entire clan!"

As Jiang Baiyu approached step by step, Bibi Dong's disgust intensified. Jiang Baiyu was a thorn in her side. This Holy Son, personally promoted by Qian Daoliu, would one day become a sharp blade blocking her path to hegemony.

The aura emanating from him made the Rakshasa Divine Power around her feel uncomfortable, not to mention that she was going to unify the continent in the future, and Jiang Baiyu's existence was definitely an obstacle.

Her desire to get rid of Jiang Baiyu grew stronger, but her expression remained unchanged; only the hatred in her eyes surged more intensely.

Jiang Baiyu slowly walked to the center of the square, stood under the Angel God Statue, and stopped.

The Holy Son's robes fluttered gently in the wind, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, his posture respectful yet not humble.

The master of ceremonies stepped forward and loudly proclaimed, "The auspicious hour has arrived—the investiture of the Holy Son!"

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice resounding throughout the entire Spirit City, majestic and awe-inspiring:

"Heaven and earth bear witness, the Martial Soul is the proof, and the Angel God are above. Today, Jiang Baiyu, with unparalleled talent and a heart devoted to all living beings, is blessed by Your Majesty. From this day forward, he is hereby appointed as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, second only to the Pope of the Spirit Hall, with authority surpassing all elders, and appointed to govern the world!"

"Congratulations, Holy Son!!" A deafening roar of congratulations erupted, shaking the heavens.

The members of the Angel Knights unleashed their martial spirits in Martial Soul, their holy white feathers enveloping Jiang Baiyu. The rich vitality surrounding him emanated a golden-green light within this sacred atmosphere.

On the high platform, Bibi Dong spoke calmly, her voice clear and steady. "Holy Son, why don't you thank the Great Enshrined and the guests from all directions?"

The moment she looked up, a very faint shadow crossed her eyes.

Jiang Baiyu, this golden-green Holy Son imbued with the vitality of Hundred Herbs herbs, she remembered.

Bibi Dong slowly raised her hand. A Holy Son Token, entirely gilded and engraved with the Spirit Hall's Holy Son runes, symbolizing the Holy Son's rights, floated quietly in her palm.

Once this token falls into Jiang Baiyu's hands, he will be the rightful and legally recognized Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, with a status that surpasses all core disciples and is second only to the Pope and the Great Enshrined.

The entire audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the Holy Son's Token.

Just as Bibi Dong loosened her grip and the token was about to fall—

Three figures suddenly stepped out from the disciples' ranks, their auras chilling, abruptly interrupting the investiture ceremony!

"Your Papal Hall, we are not convinced! We request that the Holy Son wage war!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in uproar!

His voice was clear and firm, carrying an undisguised fighting spirit.

The first to step forward was Xie Yue. His black hair was sharp and cold, his Moon Blade Soul Power was faintly restless, and his gaze was sharp as a blade as he stared directly at Jiang Baiyu in the center of the high platform.

Following closely behind was Hu Liena, her bewitching fox eyes slightly narrowed, her alluring brows filled with coldness, and her Soul Power quietly flowing within her.

"The position of Holy Son, wielding the power of the Papacy and acting as regent throughout the world, is of immense prestige. Its honor should be determined by strength, not merely by a special Martial Soul!"

The last step was taken by Yan. His fiery Soul Power surged dramatically, and scorching waves swept in all directions, his face filled with arrogance and toughness.

"My Holy Son of the Spirit Hall should be a prodigy of the continent, with unparalleled combat power! Not a lowly Soul Ancestor who follows the path of grass and trees!"

The three stood side by side, their auras merging into one, clearly the strongest of the new generation of the Spirit Hall — the Golden Generation!

The entire hall fell silent.

All the envoys and sect elders were instantly in an uproar. No one had expected that at the very last moment of the investiture ceremony, the Golden Generation would publicly force the emperor to resign and question the Holy Son's qualifications!

Although the battle of the Holy Son is an old tradition, it was just a performance. But now, it is a real battle!

"Nonsense!" Bibi Dong exclaimed, but the joy in her eyes was impossible to hide.