Wuhun City, Supreme Pontiff Hall
"Golden Holy Dragon, Rank 59."
Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's throne, her right index finger rhythmically tapping the armrest as she murmured softly.
Her expression was calm, but the few people standing below her were trembling, cold sweat dripping down their faces.
This was the prelude to the Pope's fury!
A prodigy of such caliber, yet the Spirit Hall had no prior intelligence about him!
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances, bracing themselves for the storm of punishment that Bibi Dong might unleash on the intelligence team.
However, none of them knew that Bibi Dong herself was completely bewildered, her lips twitching slightly.
"How could he grow so fast? And even evolve his spirit?"
"Is it truly because Yu Xiaogang was too weak?"
"The power of the Golden Holy Dragon's bloodline... when given to another, it's enough to create a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy. A genius stronger than me, stronger even than Xue'er!"
None of them could have guessed that their revered Pope was the one most responsible for this.
"This doesn't make sense. The bloodline was so diluted—it shouldn't have been able to achieve this. He must have had some kind of fortuitous encounter," Bibi Dong thought.
She wasn't naive. She had extracted and studied Yu Xiaogang's Golden Holy Dragon bloodline herself.
The bloodline power had originally been meant to strengthen his physique in preparation for absorbing soul rings for his second spirit.
But for that to evolve into a spirit? Without some kind of serendipitous opportunity, it was inconceivable.
Besides, the last time she'd seen him, he had only been in his thirties. Now, in just a short span of time, he had reached Rank 59!
"At least now he's worthy of Xue'er… Ha, what am I even thinking? She doesn't even want to acknowledge me…"
"Sigh~"
Her prolonged silence left those below her teetering on the edge of a breakdown.
Just say what the punishment is already!
Keeping quiet like this was like holding a blade above their necks, ready to fall at any moment.
After what felt like an eternity, Bibi Dong finally snapped out of her thoughts. Seeing the anxious looks on their faces, a faint smile flickered in her beautiful eyes.
"Pay close attention to this individual. See if he's interested in joining the Spirit Hall."
"...Huh?"
That was it?
What kind of situation was this? What if he didn't want to join the Spirit Hall?
Besides, this person was clearly a genius from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—how could he possibly join the Spirit Hall?
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged wry glances. They knew Bibi Dong's history all too well.
That person named Yu Xiaogang…
They knew the truth but dared not speak of it openly. If they did, Bibi Dong might silence them permanently.
And so, this seemingly weighty meeting ended anticlimactically.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo
"Old Ghost, do you think it's possible that this kid is…" Chrysanthemum Douluo trailed off.
Before he could finish, Ghost Douluo smacked him, cutting him off.
"If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"
"Some things are best left unsaid!"
Ghost Douluo's voice was as chilling as that of a true specter, but Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't mind in the slightest.
"Hmm."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded thoughtfully, falling silent.
Yes, some things were better kept in one's heart.
Once spoken aloud and overheard by certain ears, there would be no escape from death.
Outside Heaven Dou City, Seven Treasures Mountain Range, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan
In the meeting hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin (Sword Douluo), and Gu Rong (Bone Douluo) sat together in an unusually tense atmosphere.
The three had been sitting there for two hours, and none of them had spoken a word.
Finally, Chen Xin broke the silence.
"Fengzhi, you're the Clan Leader. You make the call."
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
If he'd had a solution, he would have proposed it already. Why would they have been sitting here in deadlock for so long?
"The Upper Three Clans are branches of the same tree. With the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan rising, we should offer some support," Ning Fengzhi sighed.
Why couldn't such a prodigy have appeared in their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?
Also, what were their spies in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan even doing?
How could someone so extraordinary have gone unnoticed?
A Soul King capable of defeating a Soul Sage and already approaching the Soul Emperor level! If such a prodigy matured, he would be even more intimidating than the Haotian Clan's Tang Hao!
Did they really want to watch the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan rise?
That was a joke! If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan rose, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's status would inevitably fall!
The Haotian Clan's superiority was an unassailable fact—one of them alone could smash the Pope to pieces. That was something the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan couldn't accomplish.
But the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only had Yu Yuanzhen as a single Titled Douluo, while their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan boasted two!
If this young genius reached the level of a Titled Douluo, their claim to being the second most powerful clan could drop to third.
And there was the future to consider!
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were already aging, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan lacked successors. Without powerful protectors, their glory would eventually fade.
Back at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
The news from Soto City had spread to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the entire upper echelon was in an uproar.
Everyone glanced at one another, trying to figure out whose offspring this genius might be.
"Why are you all looking at me? I've always lived a clean and upright life. I definitely wouldn't have had a child outside the clan!"
Yu Luomian's righteous proclamation was met with a collective roll of eyes from the elders, including Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen.
You? Upright?
(Chapter Ends)