Wow, the Golden Generation Raised by the Pope Was Really Smart!

"Are you Bai Ranmo?" a crisp young girl's voice rang out.

Bai Ranmo turned and saw a girl over 1.6 meters tall walking toward him. She wore a black outfit suited for combat, her black hair tied high, and her face radiated a sharp, heroic air at a glance.

People on the Douluo Continent generally matured quickly and developed early. Bai Ranmo estimated that the girl before him was around twelve years old.

"I'm Tianyue."

Bai Ranmo took off the round sunglasses he was wearing, revealing his azure Six Eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Oh, so you're the granddaughter of the Second Worship. What a heroic presence! You remind me of the unpleasant memory from two days ago, when I took a punch from the Second Old Man for saying a couple of words too many."

He had no grudge against the Second Worship, only against the Second Old Man.

The corners of Tianyue's mouth lifted slightly, but she immediately put on an unhappy expression. "Ahem... How can you talk to my grandfather like that—pfft!"

"Senior Sister, if I were you, I'd rein in the corners of your mouth a little," Sun Chuantao said awkwardly in a low voice beside Tianyue.

"Ahem. Which of your eyes saw me smiling?" Tianyue said. Realizing that her smile had indeed been rather obvious, she immediately put on a serious expression.

Recently, Tianyue had no idea what kind of illness had afflicted her grandfather. Her usual training load had already been heavy enough, but now it had doubled. Especially yesterday, her grandfather seemed to have suffered some kind of shock and made her train like crazy. There was no way she could have no resentment in her heart.

Bai Ranmo also seemed to harbor quite a bit of resentment toward his own grandfather, which gave her an inexplicable sense of camaraderie with him.

"I'm Tianyue. My Martial Soul is the Golden Crocodile King. I'm twelve years old, a Level 32 Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder."

Bai Ranmo was slightly astonished. Tianyue's Martial Soul was actually the Golden Crocodile King?

No wonder the Second Old Man had so many descendants yet doted exclusively on this granddaughter. At such a young age, her Martial Soul had already evolved into the Golden Crocodile King. She had the makings of a Super Douluo.

"Bai Ranmo. My Martial Soul is the Six Eyes. I'm six years old, a Level 18 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master." Bai Ranmo grinned and gave a brief introduction of his own.

"What? Didn't you only awaken your Martial Soul recently?" Tianyue exclaimed in surprise and asked instinctively. Then she immediately realized something. "A Soul Bone?"

"Yep." Bai Ranmo nodded without trying to hide it.

The Worship Hall was united from top to bottom, so there was no need to conceal anything from their own people.

Bai Ranmo turned to his good little brother and asked warmly, "Tao'er, how's your cultivation going?"

"Uh, Big Brother, you should just call me by my full name. But I've already reached Level 9. I'll be able to hunt for my First Soul Ring soon." Sun Chuantao chuckled, clearly looking forward to his First Soul Ring.

"All right, let's go. I've already handled your enrollment at Spirit Hall Academy. I'll take you to your classroom." Tianyue casually picked up Bai Ranmo's osmanthus cake and took a bite, speaking indistinctly.

"Huh? My osmanthus cake!"

One older and two younger people arrived at Spirit Hall Academy.

Spirit Hall Academy had been built not far from Pope Hall and the Worship Hall. Towering mountains rose around it, while clear streams flowed through the area. Everyone coming and going wore the same school uniform.

"Which class are we going to?" Bai Ranmo asked curiously.

"We're all in Golden Class. Spirit Hall Academy is different from other academies. At the beginning, it doesn't assign classes according to Soul Power Level. Instead, it first looks at innate Talent. Those with good Talent can obtain richer resources, education, and cultivation grounds in Golden Class, allowing their potential to be developed to the greatest extent."

"Of course, there's a challenge tournament every semester. Students from lower classes at the same level can challenge students from higher classes. The winner advances, and the loser is demoted."

At this point, Tianyue's expression darkened again. "Remember, Hu Liena, Yan, and Xie Yue aren't on good terms with our Worship Hall. If they give you trouble, Bai Ranmo, don't act rashly. At the very least, call me so I can deal with them together."

"What are their Soul Power Levels?" Bai Ranmo asked.

"Xie Yue and Yan are both Level 38, while Hu Liena is Level 37. But you can rest assured. They won't rely on being Soul Elders to fight you. They'll at least suppress their strength to your level."

"What about me?" Sun Chuantao raised his hand cautiously.

"You?" Tianyue looked at her junior fellow disciple speechlessly. "You don't even have a Soul Ring. They can't be bothered to fight you. When we're fighting the other side, just don't get in the way."

"Oh." Sun Chuantao looked somewhat dejected.

"It's all right, Tao'er. Although you can't help us, you have a loud voice. When the time comes, put some effort into cheering us on!" Bai Ranmo consoled him kindly.

Sun Chuantao: "..."

Big Brother, do you even know how to comfort people?

When they entered the classroom, several unfriendly gazes shot toward the three of them.

Bai Ranmo swept his eyes across the entire classroom. From their hairstyles and clothes, he could identify the Golden Generation Trio led by Hu Liena.

"Hello there!" Bai Ranmo didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. Instead, he enthusiastically waved at everyone.

"Is he an idiot?" Yan had still been glaring at Bai Ranmo, but Bai Ranmo's sudden enthusiasm left him utterly confused.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue exchanged a glance, both looking rather unpleasant. The other party was obviously provoking them. Only the blockheaded Yan hadn't caught on.

Ignoring everyone's discussion, Bai Ranmo found an empty seat and plopped himself down. The classroom resembled a university lecture hall with tiered seating.

"What kind of madness are you pulling?" Tianyue asked, unable to understand Bai Ranmo's actions.

"Hey, I can't help it. I'm just this kind. Even though I know they're going to harm me, I still choose to repay hatred with virtue!" Bai Ranmo sighed.

"...Big Brother, that sounds more like provocation," Sun Chuantao muttered quietly.

"Oh, Tao'er's gotten smarter!" Bai Ranmo exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Soul Masters had excellent hearing. Moreover, most people's attention was focused on Bai Ranmo and the others, so everyone heard the exchange between Sun Chuantao and Bai Ranmo.

Only then did Yan suddenly understand. He noticed that everyone else wore ugly expressions, as if they had understood from the beginning, and felt that his intelligence had been insulted.

He abruptly stood up and, determined to save face, stared coldly at Bai Ranmo. "Kid, you're deliberately picking a fight, aren't you?"

"Wow, wow, wow! You're so smart—you guessed it in one go!" Bai Ranmo drew out his voice as he gave this lapdog a round of enthusiastic applause. "As expected of the Golden Generation raised by the Pope. You're really smart."

No matter how foolish Yan was, he could tell that this was mockery. This was no longer a taunt right to his face—it was an invisible slap across it.

Yan's Martial Soul, the Flame Domain Lord, naturally possessed an extremely powerful Fire Attribute. As its wielder, his temper was naturally explosive as well.

Aside from Nana, who would dare speak to him like that in ordinary times?