Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Om-!

The moment the jade pendant touched his skin, a strange wave quickly enveloped his entire body.

Su Chen immediately felt that the aura that was originally slightly released due to his level 10 soul power was perfectly concealed by an invisible force.

Now, to outsiders, not only is his soul power fluctuation negligible, but even the aura of his martial soul has been completely suppressed into the most ordinary rusty iron sword.

"This thing is a magical tool for pretending to be weak while actually being strong."

Su Chen's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He knew very well that in the Douluo Continent, a world where status was determined by bloodline and martial spirit level, the tallest tree in the forest would be felled by the wind.

Prematurely revealing the terrifying potential of Ryujin Jakka before truly maturing and possessing the ability to protect oneself will only lead to one's demise.

Moreover, the Spirit Hall is not a monolithic entity. The Qian Daoliu lineage of the Hall of Worship, as well as those veteran elders, would absolutely not easily tolerate Bibi Dong arbitrarily placing an orphan with an unknown "useless spirit" into a position equivalent to a saintess.

"Dudu".

"Dudu".

A crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor came from outside the door.

Then, two beautiful and tall maids, dressed in the special close-fitting uniforms made by the Spirit Hall, pushed open the door and entered.

They carried basins filled with warm water, clean white towels, and a brand-new, luxurious black robe embroidered with the Spirit Hall's six-winged angel emblem in gold thread.

"Your Highness, you're awake."

The two maids bowed slightly, their tone filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Although they didn't know the origin of this boy who looked only six years old, the order issued by His Holiness the Pope last night had already caused a huge uproar in the entire Papal Palace.

He was exceptionally accepted as a personal disciple! His status is equivalent to that of the Holy Maiden Hu Liena!

This is simply the most incredible decision the Spirit Hall has ever made!

"Your Highness?" Su Chen raised an eyebrow, secretly amused by Bibi Dong's decisive and efficient actions.

"Put it down, I can do it myself."

Su Chen said it casually.

Although his body had turned into that of a six-year-old, he was an adult in his previous life and was naturally not used to having others serve him when he dressed and washed.

The two maids exchanged a glance, said nothing, respectfully put down the items, and withdrew.

A moment later.

After washing up and changing into a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, Su Chen pushed open the door and went out.

This robe was clearly made overnight by Bibi Dong. It fit Su Chen perfectly and accentuated his mature and composed demeanor.

Especially the rusty iron sword hanging at his waist, which seemed completely out of place with his fine clothes, created a strong sense of contrast that gave people the illusion of him being unfathomable.

"Your Highness, His Holiness the Pope is waiting for you in the council chamber."

Outside the door, a Holy Emperor warrior clad in silver armor bowed respectfully.

"Lead the way."

……

Council Hall.

This is the core hub of the Spirit Hall's power. The main hall is extremely spacious, with a dome tens of meters high, painted with magnificent murals depicting the creation of the world by the gods.

On both sides, two rows of huge stone pillars, each ten meters high, stand tall, and each pillar is engraved with the great achievements of the successive popes of the Spirit Hall.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was strangely oppressive at this moment.

Bibidon sat high on the papal throne at the very front of the main hall.

Today she wore the magnificent purple papal robe that symbolized supreme power, a nine-curved purple-gold crown, and held a papal scepter inlaid with huge gemstones.

Her stunningly beautiful face was hidden in the shadow of the twelve-tasseled crown, exuding an imposing aura and a suffocating demigod-level pressure.

And below the steps.

Several core high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall stood on the left and right sides respectively.

The man on the left is the most beautiful, with fair skin like a woman.

He wore a magnificent golden robe with a striking chrysanthemum embroidered on his chest.

It was none other than Yue Guan, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, an elder of the Spirit Hall's Elder Hall and a level 95 Title Douluo.

Beside Yue Guan was a black ghostly figure that seemed ready to vanish at any moment—that was Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom.

On the right were several bishops dressed in red robes, and three boys and girls who looked slightly older than Su Chen.

The most eye-catching among them was a girl with short, fiery red hair and an extremely charming and beautiful appearance.

She is Hu Liena, Bibi Dong's only direct disciple before her, the leader of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, and hailed as a genius that the Spirit Hall sees only once in a century.

Beside her were her brother Xie Yue and Yan.

At this moment, these three geniuses of the Golden Generation were staring intently at Su Chen, who was slowly walking in from the entrance of the main hall, with an extremely complex, even hostile and resentful gaze.

Especially Hu Liena.

She couldn't understand why her beloved teacher would suddenly and without warning accept a six-year-old child who had never even seen a martial spirit as his personal disciple, and even grant him the same status as her own holy son!

This is not only a provocation against her genius, but also a trampling on the rules of the Spirit Hall throughout the ages!

"Is he Su Chen?"

Xie Yue lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a sharp, piercing light. He was a genius with the top-tier weapon spirit, the Moon Blade, and his innate soul power was as high as level nine. Naturally, he looked down on a wild boy of unknown origin.

"Aside from being good-looking, he doesn't seem particularly special. And... what's that piece of junk hanging on his waist? A rusty iron sword? Is that a martial spirit too?!"

Yan made no attempt to hide his disdain. He had a fiery temper and an arrogant personality, and he couldn't stand those who rose to positions through connections.

"Shut up."

Hu Liena coldly rebuked her companion, but her gaze never left Su Chen. A woman's intuition told her that this seemingly ordinary boy exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"Da, da, da."

With steady steps, Su Chen walked to the center of the main hall, neither arrogant nor humble, under the scrutinizing, disdainful, or doubtful gazes of others.

Facing the cardinals and titled Douluos around him whose soul power far surpassed his own, he showed no panic whatsoever, and even his breathing rate remained unchanged.

With the passive ability of "absolute calmness," these so-called pressures were nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

He stopped in front of the steps, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Disciple Su Chen greets Master."

Neither humble nor arrogant, neither servile nor obsequious.

This composed demeanor once again brought a flash of admiration to Bibidon's eyes as she sat on the papal throne.

This kid certainly didn't disappoint her.

"No need for formalities."

Bibi Dong's voice was clear, cold, and majestic, echoing throughout the hall.

She slowly stood up, her gaze sweeping over the crowd below, before her scepter slammed heavily on the ground.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud made everyone present's heart skip a beat.

"I've gathered you all here today to announce only one thing."

"From this day forward, Su Chen will be my second personally taught disciple, Bibi Dong, and will be bestowed the title of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!"

"His orders are equivalent to my orders. Anyone who dares to show him any disrespect will be punished as a traitor to the temple, without any leniency!"