Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

Half a month later

Wuhun City, Papal Palace, Council Hall.

Golden sunlight dappled the glass curtain wall, refracting it into a dazzling array of colors.

Within three years, all the martial spirit files of Douluo Continent were piled up here, constantly being reviewed and sent in and out, while a steady stream of intelligence was also being gathered from all over the continent.

The Spirit Hall suffered a great loss of face this time, and everyone was holding their breath in anger, so the atmosphere inside the hall was quite united.

"Your Majesty, the files from the previous two years have all been reviewed. This year's files haven't all been delivered yet; it may take another three days," Chrysanthemum Douluo said respectfully. "Based on the current progress, nothing suspicious has been found."

"Oh, it seems to be a place where materials haven't been delivered this year yet. What about the areas where the seven branch halls are located?" Bibi Dong slowly walked into the council hall.

"We sent special messengers to those seven regions, and they have all been delivered to Wuhun City. Only the farthest province, Fasno, is still under review because it arrived the latest," said Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Bibi Dong sneered, "Tang Hao hasn't shown up since that ambush. It seems he has achieved his goal. I have a feeling the truth will be revealed soon."

Bibi Dong did not leave, but sat upright in the main seat and waited.

With the Pope's presence, everyone quickened their pace, and even Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo personally joined the inspection team.

Sure enough, just after noon, Chrysanthemum Douluo took out several files and presented them to Bibi Dong with both hands.

"Your Majesty's foresight is truly remarkable. There's something going on in Notting City, which is under the jurisdiction of the Fasno Province." Chrysanthemum Douluo's face lit up with joy. He glanced at the file and immediately made the connection.

"More than three months ago in Holy Soul Village, Notting City, a six-year-old boy awakened the Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power, and his name was Tang San."

"Surname Tang, Blue Silver Grass, innate full soul power? Tang Hao is too lazy to even hide it?" Bibi Dong's expression was a little strange.

Tang Hao allowed the Spirit Hall to awaken his son's spirit, and surprisingly did not kill him to cover it up after discovering that he had innate full spirit power.

"Why wasn't this information submitted three months ago? I remember that files on innate full soul power were required to be submitted, weren't they?" Bibi Dong asked again.

"Your Majesty, according to the report from the Notting City branch hall master, they did indeed submit the report, but it seems that the superior branch hall did not receive the file. It must have been secretly stolen. Later, it was probably not taken seriously because it was just a mere Blue Silver Grass." Chrysanthemum Douluo's forehead was sweating a little. It was obvious that the subordinates had not handled things well. However, if things had been handled properly, those branch halls that were involved would definitely have been wiped out by Tang Hao.

Bibi Dong didn't notice Chrysanthemum Douluo's tension because she quickly spotted Notting Academy. She clenched her fist slightly, continued looking at the files, and soon sneered again.

"No wonder Tang Hao couldn't hide it. Two people with innate full soul power, a once-in-a-century occurrence, appeared in a small city like Nottingham. Blue Silver Grass can be overlooked, but he can't hide this Eye Martial Soul no matter what." Bibi Dong instantly understood the reason for Tang Hao's sudden appearance, but it didn't seem to have any necessary connection with the attack on their Spirit Hall.

"There's also a six-year-old level 13 Soul Master with a rabbit martial soul, who is suspected to have innate full soul power?" Bibi Dong frowned. When did innate full soul power become so worthless?

There are also records indicating that this eye-shaped martial soul is suspected to be missing? Was it kidnapped by Tang Hao?

"Your Majesty, the answer is now very clear. This Tang San is definitely that bastard from back then. We should immediately assemble our forces to eliminate this threat." Chrysanthemum Douluo said through gritted teeth; his hatred for Tang Hao was immense.

"Elder Ju is right. This time, you and Elder Gui will lead the team to join the three elders who are currently inspecting the Heaven Dou Empire to investigate the situation." Bibi Dong quickly issued the order. "Tang Hao may have already left with that bastard, but we cannot rule out the possibility that he is deliberately lying in ambush there for us. Therefore, you must be careful on this trip and not underestimate the enemy."

"Furthermore, that is a Soul Master Academy. If Tang Hao takes the school's teachers and students hostage, you must ensure their safety. He is already at his wit's end, but the principles of our Spirit Hall cannot be broken."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Chrysanthemum Douluo accepted the order and left. Although he was injured, he could still use his Martial Soul Fusion Technique with Ghost Douluo. This time, with the help of three elders from the Elder Hall, Tang Hao would definitely have no chance of escaping.

Bibi Dong watched Chrysanthemum Douluo's departing figure, gritting her teeth fiercely: "Tang Hao!"

She was certain that Tang Hao was plotting something there and was just waiting for them to come to him. But Xiao Gang was also there, so she dared not send any more troops. She could only cooperate secretly. Otherwise, if Tang Hao went crazy, Xiao Gang, a great soul master, would definitely lose his life!

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Kingdom of Barak

Lu Mingfei stayed in the mountains for half a month, figuring out his next plan, before finally leaving the mountains to go to the Spirit Hall to collect his subsidy.

For the past two weeks, he has truly lived a life of wilderness survival, relying entirely on dry food and small fish and shrimp from the river to survive.

Referring to the map in his mind, Lu Mingfei traveled eastward and soon arrived at the Kingdom of Barak. He landed at a random corner of the mountains and forests and walked to the local Martial Soul Branch Hall.

The scale here is similar to that of the Nottingham branch temple, but the flow of people is obviously much larger.

"Hello, Steward, I'm here to have my soul power assessed," Lu Mingfei said respectfully.

"Soul power assessment? So young?" The white-robed deacon stared in surprise at Lu Mingfei's youthful face. There was no such young genius in their city.

"Come in with me." The white-robed butler was somewhat excited, and soon the two entered a quiet room.

"Alright, unleash your martial spirit and spirit rings."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, and with a thought, his golden pupils, at their lowest level, lit up. He deliberately suppressed his aura, and a yellow soul ring appeared above his head.

"A hundred-year-old spirit ring, an eye-shaped spirit?" The white-robed deacon gasped. "What kind of spirit beast did you absorb? What are its spirit skills?"

The white-robed deacon was incredibly curious. An unprecedented martial soul, and a rare first soul ring in a century—his mind was now completely focused on achieving results.

"My spirit ring comes from a sunflower, and my spirit skill is night vision, which allows me to see very far even at night." Lu Mingfei casually mentioned the spirit skill he had made up, otherwise he felt it would be too troublesome to explain why the spirit skill of an eye-type martial soul was acceleration.

"Night vision?" The white-robed deacon was somewhat surprised. After a moment of thought, he realized that this was indeed a soul skill that complemented the eyes, giving it a great advantage in reconnaissance. It was just a pity that it could only be used for support and had little combat power.

Thinking of this, his desire to recruit them waned slightly; a useless martial spirit had no value in recruiting.

"Let's try injecting soul power."

Lu Mingfei obediently placed his hand on it, and soon a yellow light shone on.

"Level 14?" The white-robed deacon opened his mouth, his mind a complete blank. Could someone tell him whether this counted as genius or trash?