Douluo: The Son of Martial Soul, Deceiving All the Women

Chapter 105 Yan: Boiling Sheep, pass me a cigarette!
Then Bibi Dong pulled Bai Yu along and talked all night long, until it was bright outside, and Bibi Dong was still asking questions.

"Your Holiness, Chrysanthemum Douluo has come to inform you that there is anything you need. If there is, he will go to the council chamber to announce the cancellation of today's meeting."

Just then, the maid's voice came from outside. Bibi Dong was startled and turned to look at the sky outside the window, only to realize that a whole night had passed.

Then, with a slightly apologetic look, she looked at Bai Yu and said softly:
"Sorry, Little Fish, I didn't keep track of the time. Why don't you rest today and fight the teacher again tomorrow?"

Bai Yu waved his hand dismissively, thinking to himself that a mere night was nothing to ordinary people, let alone a Soul Saint like himself.
"It's alright, I'm not weak. Staying up all night won't stop me from fighting. Don't worry, teacher."

Bibi Dong nodded, her face slightly flushed, inwardly cursing herself for talking nonsense without thinking!

Then he said to the maid outside:
"Go and inform Elder Ju that the Holy Son has returned and wants to test his strength against this Pope. The battle will take place outside Wuhun City in half an hour."

"Have him inform the Spirit Hall personnel that everyone who has time should go outside Spirit City to watch the battle between this Pope and the Holy Son!"

The maid outside the door seemed a little surprised, and remained silent for a moment before responding to Bibi Dong.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!"

As Bibi Dong finished speaking, she slowly stood up and looked at Bai Yu with a smile on her face.

"Let's go, Little Fish, let's go outside the city and wait for them. Let's give them some time."

Baiyu smacked his lips and got up to follow Bibi Dong.

To be honest, he knew what Bibi Dong's intention was in wanting to fight him, but he felt it was unnecessary.

"Teacher, there's really no need for this. I still have some prestige in the Spirit Hall, so there's no need for such methods."

Hearing Bai Yu's words, Bibi Dong shook her head. She knew that with Bai Yu's intelligence, she would definitely understand what she wanted to do.

"It's different. Your prestige comes from your contributions, not your strength. Contributions will only earn you respect, not fear. Only when you add strength will you earn respect!"

Bai Yu shrugged, speechless, because Bibi Dong was right. However, in his opinion, deliberately showing off his strength was still a bit awkward.

After all, anyone who isn't a fool knows the purpose of this whole thing. Of course, it will definitely have an effect; might makes right, after all.

The two then traveled to the outskirts of Spirit City and found a place where the elders of the Spirit Hall often sparred and fought, where they began to wait patiently.

Time passed slowly, and the once empty surroundings gradually filled with people.

Looking at Bibi Dong and Bai Yu, who were resting with their eyes closed not far away, the crowd gathered in small groups and whispered among themselves.

"Old ghost, do you think His Holiness the Pope is being a bit too hasty? How old is the Holy Son? Why is he personally stepping in to let him show his strength?"

"Even if the Holy Son cultivates very quickly, there's no need to grant him a title right away, is there? What if he doesn't show his true strength and ends up being a laughing stock?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo stood beside Ghost Douluo, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty. To be honest, he was completely dumbfounded when he received the news.

The return of the Holy Son is a good thing, and his desire to demonstrate his strength is also a good thing—it's meant to reassure people. But Bibi Dong's personal involvement is making him uneasy. After absentmindedly informing the others, he couldn't help but wonder if the two had a falling out? Did His Holiness the Pope want to strip Bai Yu of his title as Holy Son?

But that shouldn't be the case. Whenever Baiyu wrote to us before, His Holiness the Pope was always the most excited. It doesn't seem like we have a bad relationship at all!
Ghost Douluo didn't react much to Chrysanthemum Douluo's question, responding in a rather indifferent tone:

"You're just worrying unnecessarily. Doesn't His Majesty know His Highness's strength better than you? Since His Majesty has decided to take action personally, it's natural that he has confidence in His Highness's abilities."

"Stop thinking about those things. His Highness's position as the Holy Son is very secure. Putting aside his relationship with His Holiness the Pope, even if we were to abolish the position of Holy Son, the Elders would not agree."

Chrysanthemum Douluo blinked, thinking to himself that Old Ghost was right. As expected of a friend of many years, he knew what he was thinking without saying a word!
He then gasped. If this was the case, then if the Holy Son was worthy of His Majesty's personal intervention, then what level of strength must he possess?

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was brainstorming, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan arrived with more than twenty new generation geniuses from the Spirit Hall.

"Nana, what is Baiyu's strength right now? How could he fight against His Holiness the Pope? The difference in strength is too great, isn't it?"

Hu Liena was very impatient with Yan's questions. This guy had been asking questions all the way here. When would he stop?

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I already said you'll find out soon enough. You keep asking questions, and I'm getting annoyed!"

Seeing that Hu Liena was a little angry, Yan put on a fawning smile and said in a low voice:

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, Nana, don't be angry."

Xie Yue, standing to the side, looked at Yan's sycophantic behavior with pity. He really wanted to tell him, "Good brother, stop licking your boots. You'll end up with nothing!"

As Hu Liena's brother, he understood his sister very well. Back when Bai Yu was still around, he was eager to rush up and give himself to her.

After all these years, not only have they not given up, but they've become even more devoted. I bet if Baiyu just beckons, he'll happily follow her into the house!
After a while, more people gathered around; almost everyone who wasn't on a mission came.

After all, this was the first time the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall had made a public appearance, and he was even displaying his strength, so everyone was quite curious.

Previously, most people had only heard of this holy son, who was said to be exceptionally talented. Now, they were finally able to meet him in person.

"Haha, kid Bai, long time no see! We're here too! I heard you want to test your skills? How about I join you?"

Just then, a hearty laugh came from afar, followed by seven streaks of light that transformed into human figures standing in the air.

The crowd below gasped in surprise when they saw the seven people in the sky.

"My God, those are my seven honorary elders from the Spirit Hall?"

"Yes, they are indeed the Elders! I didn't expect His Highness the Holy Son to have such influence that even these seven have come!"

"Is that the Grand Elder up ahead? He hasn't shown his face for many years. I never expected that this time we would actually alarm him."

Meanwhile, Baiyu couldn't help but laugh when he saw the little dwarf appear in the sky. He thought to himself that this guy was a good-for-nothing. No wonder he was someone he could play with back then!
Bai Yu knew without even thinking about Guang Ling's intention in saying that, but he was certain that it was definitely not his own idea!
"Haha, Venerable Guangling, thank you for your kind words, but there's no need to trouble yourself. My teacher is enough. It's just a test of strength."

(End of this chapter)