His Holiness the Pope Was Very Pleased with What You Did at Spirit Academy

At last, Huo Yuhao made up his mind.

But he did not look up. Instead, he spoke in a low voice.

"Boss."

"Once you reach the Star Dou Great Forest, be careful."

Qian Renchuan grinned.

"Don't worry."

"With Spirit Hall's experts coming along, what could happen? I'll treat it like a vacation."

Hearing that, Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly again.

Boss is still as carefree as ever.

Once I leave, it'll just be Boss and Second Brother at Spirit Hall. Can they really stand up to those people with hidden agendas?

By now, he had begun to doubt what the records of Shrek Academy, ten thousand years in the future, said.

But there was one statement he believed without question.

That statement had been printed in bold black letters in the records.

Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's last Pope and their biological mother, had borne her children after the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, forced himself on her. That was why she hated her children to the bone.

The fact that they had barely seen Bibi Dong over the past few years was enough to convince Huo Yuhao.

Bibi Dong felt no maternal love for her three children.

Only hatred.

Once I'm gone...

Can Boss and Second Brother really handle Bibi Dong?

But as long as he grew stronger, he would have a chance to return and help them someday.

Elsewhere.

In the Heaven Dou Empire.

At the Elephant Armor Sect's headquarters.

Sunlight spilled across the Training Grounds.

Several Elephant Armor Sect disciples were working up a sweat as they trained their strength.

Outside the main gate, Huyan Ye finally returned to the sect, dusty and disheveled after nearly half a month of travel.

By then, his injuries had mostly healed.

The journey had also given him time to come to his senses.

Looking back on what he had done at Spirit Academy, Huyan Ye wanted to slap himself twice.

What on earth had gotten into me?

How could I have been so absurd?

Qian Renchuan might not cultivate, and people might call him a good-for-nothing.

But he was still the Pope's own son!

He was Spirit Hall's Eldest Young Master!

Yet because of a few hints from Pope's Palace, Huyan Ye had taken people to provoke him again and again.

He had even threatened to teach him a lesson.

And what had happened?

That night in the dormitory,

Qian Renchuan had not even released his Martial Soul.

With nothing but his fists, he had beaten a dozen Soul Grandmasters in their early teens to a pulp.

What kind of good-for-nothing could take on a dozen people at six years old?

Huyan Ye finally understood.

The Pope of Spirit Hall had set him up.

She had used him as a blade to push the Eldest Young Master into action!

So that very night, Huyan Ye had requested leave from Spirit Academy.

He had fled all the way back to the Elephant Armor Sect.

Naturally, word of Huyan Ye's return soon reached the sect leader, Huyan Zhen.

Hearing that his favorite grandson was back, Huyan Zhen was delighted.

"Ye'er is back?"

"Quick, send him in!"

Before long, Huyan Ye entered the main hall with his head lowered.

But the moment he stepped inside, before Huyan Zhen could say a word, Huyan Ye dropped to his knees with a thud. His voice shook with tears and bitter regret.

"Grandfather!"

"I've caused trouble!"

"Terrible trouble!"

Huyan Zhen froze at his words.

His expression changed drastically.

The next moment, he hurried over, hauled Huyan Ye to his feet, and demanded,

"What happened?"

"Aren't you studying at Spirit Academy?"

"What trouble could you have caused? Or did someone dare bully a member of the Elephant Armor Sect?"

At his grandfather's words, Huyan Ye pulled a miserable face and told him everything foolish he had done at Spirit Academy.

How he had led people to provoke Qian Renchuan.

How he had taken them to the dormitory in the middle of the night to gang up on him.

And how Qian Renchuan had defeated every last one of them single-handedly.

By the time Huyan Zhen had heard it all, his face had gone deathly pale.

He stumbled backward, his finger trembling as he pointed at Huyan Ye and cursed furiously.

"You..."

"You utter fool!"

"You dared attack the Pope's own son? Do you have a death wish?"

That was the Pope's own son!

No matter how little she seemed to care about him, he was still a member of the Qian Family!

Yet Huyan Ye had taken people to gang up on the Pope's son in the middle of the night.

If the Pope decided to hold them accountable,

the Elephant Armor Sect would suffer terribly, even if it escaped annihilation!

Huyan Ye already knew how outrageous his actions had been. His grandfather's words left him trembling from head to toe.

Pale-faced, he fell to his knees and begged,

"Grandfather, what do we do now?"

"I... I only acted on the hints from Pope's Palace."

"I thought the Pope really wanted us to teach him a lesson. Who knew the Eldest Young Master could fight so well?"

Footsteps pounded toward them.

Just then, an Elephant Armor Sect disciple rushed into the main hall in a panic.

"Sect Leader!"

"Someone from Spirit Hall is here!"

Boom!

In an instant, Huyan Zhen and Huyan Ye went white as sheets.

Someone from Spirit Hall really had come!

They had come to call them to account!

Fortunately, despite his fear, Huyan Zhen was still the leader of a sect. He quickly forced himself to steady his nerves.

"Quick!"

"Order the entire sect to welcome the envoy!"

A short while later, a Red-Robed Archbishop in a crimson robe strode into the Elephant Armor Sect's main hall.

A Red-Robed Archbishop.

Huyan Zhen's face grew even paler. He hurried forward to greet him, trembling.

"Huyan Zhen of the Elephant Armor Sect pays his respects to the Red-Robed Archbishop."

At that moment,

Huyan Zhen could not have been more deferential.

He was certain the Pope was furious and that disaster was about to befall the Elephant Armor Sect.

Beside him, Huyan Ye shook uncontrollably.

When he saw that the visitor was a Red-Robed Archbishop, Huyan Ye's legs gave out and he dropped to his knees again.

He did not even dare raise his head.

Terror, dread, and anxiety

churned together in his chest.

He was afraid the Red-Robed Archbishop would announce his execution at any moment.

But to Huyan Zhen and Huyan Ye's utter astonishment, the Red-Robed Archbishop did not fly into a rage. Instead, he hurried forward with a broad smile.

"Hahaha! Sect Leader Huyan, there's no need for ceremony."

"I've come on His Holiness the Pope's orders to deliver a reward to the Elephant Armor Sect."

What?

A reward?

Huyan Zhen was dumbfounded again.

What did that mean?

They had attacked her son, and she was rewarding them?

The Red-Robed Archbishop turned to Huyan Ye, who was kneeling on the floor.

"You must be Huyan Ye."

"Good. Very good."

"His Holiness the Pope was very pleased with what you did at Spirit Academy."

"His Holiness said you did well."

"These are the resources His Holiness has bestowed upon the Elephant Armor Sect. I hope the sect will keep up the good work."

With that, the Red-Robed Archbishop waved his hand. Several Spirit Hall knights behind him carried forward a few large chests.

The chests were opened.

They were filled with precious cultivation resources and Gold Soul Coins.

Huyan Zhen and Huyan Ye were utterly bewildered.

What was going on?

Not only was the Pope not angry, she had sent them a reward?

And she wanted them to keep up the good work?

Keep doing what?

Keep beating up her son?