In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 374 Senior, could you please stop slapping me in the face?!

Outside Wuhun City.

"What a coincidence!" Zhu Wu, still high in the sky, glanced at the city gate below and raised an eyebrow.

He wore a black short robe, his black hair was parted in the middle and went past his ears, his features were gentle, and his gaze was firm. He had to admit that 18-year-old Yu Xiaogang had a good temperament. Although he wasn't very handsome, he was pleasing to the eye and had the image of a warm and approachable man.

"I wonder if Yu Xiaogang's personality was the same as the one in the main world when he was young."

"It's still a long time before Tang San is born, so we have plenty of time. It's not bad to have some fun."

With a slight smile, she gracefully landed.

He strode toward the city gate, joining the rear of the queue behind Yu Xiaogang.

The Spirit Hall stipulates that only Spirit Masters can enter and leave Spirit City, but at this time, the Spirit Hall's branch halls have not yet been fully established in villages and towns, so there are still many unregistered Spirit Masters.

Therefore, the approval process is not limited to Soul Master certification.

But the first question asked by the city's guardian spirit masters was this, since most of those who came to Spirit City were spirit masters from the Spirit Hall.

"Please show your Soul Master certificate." The city guard spoke very politely.

The Spirit Hall kept a relatively low profile during this period, after all, maintaining a good image was essential to winning over Soul Masters. Zhu Wu thought to himself.

"Sorry, no." Yu Xiaogang, whose turn it was, said calmly and respectfully, "Prove it with the testing crystal."

His martial spirit was not something he could easily reveal in public.

"His deep-seated inferiority complex hasn't changed." Zhu Wu sighed inwardly. He naturally understood why Yu Xiaogang didn't prioritize showing his martial soul and soul rings.

The image of my martial spirit is really not good, and I'm afraid I'll be ridiculed.

Within sight, the city guard swiftly picked up a test crystal the size of a rice bowl from the table next to him and handed it over.

Without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang raised his right hand and placed it on the surface, and a blue light quickly appeared.

"Soul Power Level 25." Zhu Wu saw it clearly.

It's not much different from the main world. In the original story, Yu Xiaogang's first two spirit rings were obtained with the help of his family. Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't even defeat a 400-year-old Mandragora Snake, couldn't have obtained the best spirit rings on his own.

"Now, may I go in?" Yu Xiaogang's calm voice came.

"Please." Although his own cultivation was that of a Soul Venerable, stronger than that of the person in front of him, the guard still maintained a polite attitude.

Of course, deep down I still felt the man in front of me was a bit pretentious. If you don't have the ability, can't you at least be a little more polite?

If we weren't in Wuhun City, he would have beaten someone up long ago.

Yu Xiaogang simply nodded slightly and strode into the city gate.

Zhu Wu withdrew his gaze and waited quietly for his turn.

Before long, they arrived in front of the guard, who, as usual, asked to see their Soul Master certificate.

"I am a casual Soul Master," Zhu Wu said. "Let's test it with a crystal."

He fused his Martial Soul and Soul Rings hundreds of millions of years ago. Besides, although this clone was created from a drop of blood, its cultivation level is definitely at the God level, so it doesn't need a Martial Soul or Soul Rings at all. And why would someone so old go to a Soul Master Academy to act innocent?

He can't bring himself to do that!

"Wait a moment." The guard nodded and took the crystal from the side again.

Zhu Wu reached out and touched it, exerting a slight force. A burst of white light erupted, and the crystal cracked instantly.

"???" The crowd, including the guards, was collectively shocked.

As far as they knew, the crystal's load-bearing limit was apparently 50. How come it cracked as soon as they touched it?

He couldn't help but look up and sized up Zhu Wu. He was dashing and handsome, and looked to be eighteen years old. At that age, a Soul King?! What a joke!

"This, I'm sorry." Zhu Wu withdrew his hand with a slightly helpless expression, and then put on a show of bravado.

"No, no need," the guard quickly replied, regaining his composure. He then stepped aside slightly and politely said, "Please!"

Then Zhu Wu raised his right hand, and a cloth bag appeared out of thin air in his palm. He handed it over and said with a serious expression, "This is compensation."

"I don't like owing people things, so please accept this."

"So rich, could he be a disciple of some sect?" The guard was somewhat surprised and uncertain, but still politely accepted the money.

Zhu Wu then strode towards the city gate.

The guard watched Zhu Wu walk away, then handed the crystal ball to his colleague behind him and gave him a wink.

The colleague understood and immediately turned and ran into the city. An 18-year-old Soul King—this was no joke; it had to be reported!

"Should we go directly to the Papal Palace or go to the Martial Soul Academy first?" Zhu Wu thought to himself as he entered the city gate.

"Forget it, let's go get some food first. There's nothing to see at the Spirit Hall Academy right now anyway. All we'll do is watch Yu Xiaogang pull out his family token and show off. It'll be more interesting when Yu Xiaogang actually joins the academy." Thinking this, he strode forward.

He released his spiritual senses as he walked.

Just as he expected, Yu Xiaogang arrived at the gate of the Spirit Hall Academy and immediately showed his family identity token to the gatekeeper. Then, he was invited by the gatekeeper to the dean's office.

Afterwards, Yu Xiaogang successfully obtained the dean's consent under the guise of an exchange program and was allowed to stay at the college temporarily.

"They keep saying they've broken away from the family and won't rely on it, but when it comes to anything, they always depend on the family."

Zhu Zu shook his head, withdrew his divine sense, and strode toward the nearest hotel.

Meanwhile, inside the Papal Palace.

Qian Xunji held the cracked crystal ball in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and asked, "That person said he was a carefree Soul Master?"

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope," the guard replied respectfully.

Qian Xunji nodded slightly. "Go down."

"Yes!" The guard bowed and turned to leave.

"Teacher," Bibi Dong, the girl standing next to Qian Xunji, spoke up, "An 18-year-old Soul King, that's unbelievable!"

Neither she, with her twin martial souls, nor Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the twin stars of the Clear Sky Sect, possessed this level of strength at this age.

"Indeed unbelievable." Qian Xunji nodded, then turned to look at Gui Douluo beside him.

"Elder Ghost, go and take a look. Remember, do not alert them for now."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope." Ghost Douluo gave a slight bow and turned to walk out of the hall.

"Your Majesty, an 18-year-old Soul King, could he be from some hidden force?" Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing on the other side, couldn't help but murmur.

"In any case, we must not alert them before we have a clear understanding of the situation. The other party must have something to rely on if they dare to come to Wuhun City alone." Qian Xunji said, his eyes gleaming. "Or perhaps, they are just a casual Soul Master who has come to join my Wuhun Hall."

It would be bad if it left a bad impression or even scared them away.

Since they've already entered Wuhun City, let's keep an eye on things and see what happens first.

"That would be a great joy for my Spirit Hall," Chrysanthemum Douluo said with a smile.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes sparkled; she was quite interested in this unfamiliar Soul King. Keep in mind, at 19 years old, her Soul Power was only level 49, and that was only the result of her own talent and the Spirit Hall's full-fledged training. If that man was truly a carefree Soul Master, achieving such success without any powerful backing could only mean that his talent surpassed even hers, who possessed twin Martial Souls.

She really wanted to meet such a person, and ideally, to have a contest with him.

Lost in thought, I heard footsteps outside the door.

"Yu Xiaogang, Yu Yuanzhen's good-for-nothing son?" After listening to the academy teacher's report, Qian Xunji was very puzzled. It was strange that the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan hadn't even informed Yu Yuanzhen's son before coming to his Spirit Hall Academy as an exchange student.

"Let him stay at the academy for now," he said immediately. "Also, send someone to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan to inquire with Sect Master Yu."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope," the academy teacher replied respectfully.

"Master, I have nothing else to do, so I'll come back to the academy with you on the way," Bibi Dong said quickly.

Qian Xunji smiled slightly, and said with a hint of indulgence, "Okay."

He has no children to this day; his intelligent and obedient disciple Bibi Dong is his daughter.

Of course, talent played a decisive role in being accepted as his disciple.

If this disciple possesses twin martial souls and can grow strong enough, then the Haotian Twin Stars are nothing but trash; his disciple will be the strongest. Furthermore, this presents an opportunity to break the current balance of power between the Spirit Hall and the Haotian Sect. He holds great hope for this disciple.

He doesn't aspire to become a god; he just wants to become a level 99 peerless Douluo like his father and lead the Spirit Hall to greater heights. His talent is decent, but he has little confidence in reaching level 99, and his future can only rely on this disciple to carry the torch.

The twin stars of Haotian, especially Tang Hao, are, according to his father, very likely to cultivate to the level of Tang Chen.

Having two peerless masters in one family is definitely not what he wants to see, which is why he has been devoting himself to cultivating his disciple Bibi Dong all these years.

Now, an unknown 18-year-old Soul King has appeared. If we can recruit him into the Spirit Hall and train him well, our chances of surpassing the Clear Sky Sect in the future will be much greater. Thinking of this, I felt a strange sense of anticipation and really hoped that this young Soul King was coming to join the Spirit Hall.

Taking advantage of the constant friction between the two great empires, he has been working hard to build a good reputation for the Spirit Hall over the years.

With his father's support in his early years, he intensified his efforts to eliminate corrupt soul masters. Later, he opened branch halls to help commoners awaken their martial souls, spread the doctrines of angels, and heal the wounded and sick.

It has now achieved some success, and more and more Soul Masters are choosing to join.

However, this has recently aroused the vigilance of two major empires.

Thinking about this, I feel somewhat helpless.

Although this outcome was expected, missing such a golden opportunity is still a regrettable thing.

"Goodbye, teacher." Bibi Dong smiled and followed the academy teacher out of the Papal Palace.

On the other side, Zhu Wu was indulging in a lavish feast.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they strode toward the Papal Palace.

"Could they be here to join my Spirit Hall?" Ghost Douluo, who was observing from the shadows, followed closely behind.

Zhu Wu sensed something, but ignored it, continuing to walk and admire the scenery of the city.

After some time, they successfully arrived at the foot of the Papal Mountains.

The Temple Knights, who had been informed by Ghost Douluo beforehand, greeted the arrival of the people with polite bows.

"Have you come to see His Holiness the Pope?"

"Not bad." Zhu Wu nodded. "Please pass on the message."

"Please follow me, Your Excellency." The paladin turned slightly to the side, gesturing for him to enter.

"Thank you for your trouble." Zhu Wu nodded slightly and followed.

Before long, the two climbed to the top of Papal Hill and arrived at the square in front of the Papal Palace.

"There's no need to go in," Zhu Wu suddenly said.

The paladin was taken aback, turned around, and said politely, "May I ask who you are?"

"Qian Xunji, I'm here to challenge you. Come out." Zhu Wu's calm voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire Papal Palace.

"???" Qian Xunji, who was sitting in the Papal Palace, was stunned and wondered if he had misheard.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo in the audience were also stunned.

Behind the Papal Palace, in the Hall of Worship, Qian Daoliu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of the angel, suddenly opened his eyes. The worshippers outside the hall either stopped or stood up, and then turned to look at the Papal Palace. They had all heard this voice.

Someone actually dared to challenge the Pope.

They exchanged a glance and then rushed off to investigate.

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu's body flashed with golden light and he disappeared from the hall.

"Let's go take a look." Inside the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji frowned, glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and strode out.

Outside the hall, Zhu Wu looked at the shocked-looking palace guards and smiled, "Thank you for showing me the way. Please go down now."

The Paladin was conflicted. Anyone could guess that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he looked, nor as young as he appeared. He was very likely an old monster with the title of Douluo.

Making a loud noise in front of the Papal Palace is definitely a crime, but he certainly can't go and beat someone up either.

But he didn't dare leave casually, so he immediately bowed slightly and stepped aside to wait quietly.

With a creak, the door opened, and the dignified Qian Xunji strode out with Elders Ju and Gui.

"Go down first." Qian Xunji glanced at the temple guard knight and said calmly.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope." The paladin breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and left.

Qian Xunji then turned to look at Zhu Wu, scanning him up and down, his brow furrowing slightly as he asked, "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

"To be precise, I want to beat you up." Zhu Wu smiled slightly.

He had wanted to beat up the Secret Chamber Douluo in his past life, and now that he had witnessed it in person, he couldn't miss it.

"Arrogant!" Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted.

Zhu Wu glanced at it and said indifferently, "Chrysanthemum Pass, get out of here, or I'll beat you up too."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's forehead veins bulged. Chrysanthemum Pass, what an awful nickname!

Just as he was about to rush forward, Qian Xunji raised his hand to stop him, his gaze fixed on Zhu Wu, and frowned, saying, "I don't seem to have seen you before?"

"I've never seen it before," Zhu Wu nodded. "I've only heard about it in the past."

Qian Xunji's expression turned displeased, and he continued, "To resort to force simply upon hearing the news would be inappropriate."

"Having met you today, you are indeed not as bad as the rumors suggest." Seeing that Qian Xunji hadn't lost his temper yet, Zhu Wu nodded slightly. "However, I still can't help but want to beat you up. Just treat this as a normal sparring match; if you're strong enough, you won't need to get beaten up."

"May I ask your name?" Qianxun asked quickly.

"Yingtian," Zhu Wu replied, "once bestowed the title of Dragon God."

A Titled Douluo? So young! Qian Xunji's expression changed, and he subconsciously asked, "Are you a senior of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"No," Zhu Wu said calmly, "A bunch of lowly worms are not worthy of being associated with me."

Damn it, who is this gossip talking badly about me outside? Qian Xunji cursed inwardly. How dare they come to my door and say they want to beat me up, and even compare the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan to reptiles? He didn't think the "young man" in front of him was a crazy person who didn't know what was going on.

On the top floor of the Papal Palace, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. His name was Yingtian, and his title was Dragon God. He was so young, which was something Qian Daoliu had never heard of before.

"Qian Daoliu, and the others, if you want to watch the battle, just come down and watch. There's no need to hide up there," Zhu Wu's voice came.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu frowned, then leaped off the floor, followed closely by the other retainers.

Qian Xunji below felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that his father's strength was extraordinary, having discovered him so easily.

He might really get a beating today!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and remained silent. The former lowered his head slightly, pretending not to have seen anything.

I acted impulsively, I acted impulsively just now, this is a damn old monster!

However, how did she manage to maintain such a youthful appearance? Chrysanthemum Douluo expressed his curiosity.

The next second, Qian Daoliu appeared before him, cupped his hands slightly, and said politely, "Brother Yingtian, is there perhaps a misunderstanding?"

"Enough with the nonsense." Zhu Wu raised his hand. "I keep my word. This fight is going to happen today, no matter what. If you're not satisfied, come at me all at once!"

"Wow, that's amazing!" Chrysanthemum Douluo was shocked.

"To avoid being accused of bullying you, I won't use my martial soul or soul rings this time," Zhu Wu's voice rang out again.

"Come on." With a flash of silver light, he arrived above the Papal Palace.

Teleportation? A self-created soul skill? Everyone was shocked.

Who exactly is smearing my son? Qian Daoliu was very puzzled and turned to look at Qian Xunji.

Could it be that you've been doing something shady behind my back?

Qian Xunji immediately understood the look in his eyes and quickly explained, "Father, I haven't left Wuhun City for a long time."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, then said, "Just do your best."

In any case, it's good to let my son try it out.

Chihiro was frustrated, but his father had spoken, and there were so many people watching. As the Pope, he had to accept the challenge no matter what.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and flew into the sky, quickly arriving opposite Zhu Wu. He bowed slightly and said, "Senior, please enlighten me."

"Go all out," Zhu Wu said calmly.

Qian Xunji bowed slightly again, then summoned his Martial Soul and softly uttered, "Martial Soul True Form!"

Nine spirit rings immediately appeared beneath his feet.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Angelic Holy Sword! Eighth Soul Skill, Angelic Light Blade!" He raised his right hand to grip the sword, and fifteen golden light swords appeared around his body. They then quickly merged into one above his head, transforming into a giant golden sword held in the hand of the angel's true form.

Without hesitation, he slashed at Zhu Wu in front of him.

"Your soul skill is such a waste of time," Zhu Wu commented casually, raising his right hand to catch the giant blade with his bare hands.

"How is this possible!" Qian Xunji's face showed disbelief.

The spectators below also changed color, some looking solemn, others shocked.

Then Zhu Wu lightly pinched his five fingers, and the giant blade suddenly shattered, before he flipped his palm and lightly grabbed it.

Without a sound, a phantom image of a dragon claw hundreds of meters wide appeared above Qian Xunji's body, blotting out the sky and giving him no chance to fly away. It grabbed the terrified Qian Xunji and then flung him directly to the center of the plaza below.

With the immense force propelling it, the descent was extremely rapid, and the body became completely immobile. The strong wind whipped at the face, and even the golden crown on the head was blown away.

With a loud "bang!", a large crater suddenly appeared in the ground.

"So fierce!" Chrysanthemum Douluo was shocked and his legs tightened. He deeply regretted his previous rude remarks.

The next second, Zhu Wu lightly swung his right fist towards the pit.

The air ahead seemed to be compressed, distorting under the sunlight to create countless illusory fist shadows that disappeared one after another into the deep pit.

"Hiss." To maintain his dignity, Qian Xunji, lying in the pit, gritted his teeth and endured the beating, showing no temper whatsoever at all.

He really wanted to say, "Could you please not embarrass me, senior?" but after being repeatedly humiliated, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

(End of this chapter)