But as it turns out, Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo was too happy too soon.
Perhaps it was the white-haired boy's low-key and composed demeanor, as well as his polite attitude, that made them subconsciously overlook certain established and terrible realities.
For example, this child actually already has level 15 soul power.
For example, this child is only six years old this year.
as well as
"Hahahaha, did you two eat some poisonous mushrooms from the Star Dou Great Forest? You can't believe something a three-year-old wouldn't believe?"
People won't believe things that are too outrageous unless they've seen them with their own eyes.
Above the main square of Wuhun City, in the clouds.
An incomparably magnificent hall sits within, resplendent in gold and jade, appearing and disappearing amidst the clouds and mist, with other massive palaces faintly visible surrounding it.
The Papal Palace!
A sacred place in the hearts of all Soul Masters in Douluo Continent.
That was the supreme center of power, the pinnacle of strength, and the orthodox lineage of Soul Masters.
At this moment, bursts of laughter echoed through this magnificent hall.
The pristine floor, like a fine mirror, reflected the flowing patterns of the murals. The glazed tiles were highly translucent yet not glaring. Several people stood in two rows, and even so, the hall still seemed somewhat empty.
This allowed the laughter to echo endlessly.
"Six years old with fifteen levels of soul power? A thousand-year soul ring, four soul skills, and so many other techniques, like Moon Pass and Ghostly Charm. I think you two shouldn't be in charge of criminal law anymore. You'd be experts at making up stories."
"Hahaha, yeah, you might as well say he became a Title Douluo at sixteen and a god at eighteen, it's pretty much the same, hahaha."
Countless well-intentioned, malicious, and even malicious mockery followed, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.
Of course, the two main characters weren't in a very good mood.
In the center of the main hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood there, their expressions extremely awkward.
As the mockery intensified, Yue Guan gritted her teeth, her fair neck turning bright red. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily, "Whether that child has such talent or not, we can tell just by bringing him here. Do you think we would tell such an easily exposed lie?!"
The ghost didn't speak, but simply nodded silently, and then secretly remembered those who had mocked them.
"Your Holiness, I request permission to bring that child over now, so you can see what a true genius is!"
Yue Guan glared at everyone with resentment, bowed respectfully, and turned his gaze to the most beautiful woman at the head of the table, leaning against the papal throne.
The latter closed her eyes to rest, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if the ridicule and arguments present had nothing to do with her.
"No, Elder Ju, it's not that I'm being cynical, but it seems some banned drugs can achieve similar effects. However, the effects of such drugs are usually short-lived."
The speaker was a handsome young man.
The boy didn't look very old, but he wore a light gray robe that represented offerings, his left eye was covered by ice and snow, and he had a faint smile on his face.
He glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and said softly.
"you"
Yue Guan glared angrily at the handsome young man, gritting her teeth as she said, "Elder Guangling, what do you mean?"
"Literally, Elder Ju's ability to understand words still needs improvement. Young people should do what young people should do. Don't be overly ambitious. Being pretentious and empty can only deceive yourself, not others."
The latter smiled calmly, glanced at the stunningly beautiful woman on the papal throne, and said meaningfully.
"You bastard!"
At this moment, Yue Guan really wanted to punch that handsome face hard, but he also knew that it was impossible to do so.
Although he looks young, he is actually over ninety years old, and his strength and reputation are far superior to those of this young man.
What's more troublesome is that this old man is a staunch supporter of the six-winged angel lineage and has always been quite dissatisfied with His Holiness the Pope's ascension to the throne. Such people make up the vast majority within the Spirit Hall.
If one's hostility is too obvious, it may cause unnecessary trouble for His Holiness the Pope.
Those old fools who pretend to be young will eventually meet a terrible end!
After cursing Guangling Douluo in his heart, Yue Guan took a deep breath, glanced at the other people in the hall, and a strange sneer appeared on his beautiful face.
If he is indeed lying, His Holiness the Pope will certainly be questioned this time.
But this time, you're going to be proven wrong.
What is he laughing at?
A hint of doubt arose in everyone present.
In this situation, how can you still laugh?
Guangling Douluo frowned, a slight unease creeping into his heart.
Is it really true?
No, that's impossible.
As a veteran Title Douluo, he also felt that Yue Guan was talking nonsense.
It wasn't out of prejudice stemming from factional conflict. On the contrary, upon hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's description, he immediately and repeatedly considered the possibility in his mind until he ruled out the last possible one before deciding to stand up and seize this opportune moment to attack Bibi Dong.
He had not only read Su Chen's information, but was also quite familiar with it. As one of the three most outstanding awakened members of the Spirit Hall, Su Chen's information had been sent to his desk long ago.
From the first time the white-haired boy wet the bed to the time he started struggling to exercise, all the details have been thoroughly investigated in the past few days, including those of Su Chen's father, Su Xiao, as well as his grandfather and grandparents.
Looking around, it can be summed up in two words: ordinary.
Their ancestors possessed ordinary martial spirits, ordinary strength, and ordinary family background.
Su Xiao's position as a purple-robed bishop was not due to outstanding strength. To put it nicely, he had enough seniority. To put it bluntly, it's like his family has been working for the Spirit Hall since his great-grandfather's generation, and they couldn't stand it anymore, so they gave him the purple-robed bishop title.
Perhaps due to their constant diligence, Su Chen's spirit underwent a rare mutation in his generation. Even the Light Feather Douluo couldn't find out the specifics, as the continent is vast and the Spirit Hall is not omnipotent.
However, the fact that it possessed full innate soul power proved that it was not a weak martial soul.
That white-haired boy was indeed very smart from a young age, and he liked to figure out how to exercise.
Overall, he is a genius, and a rare precocious genius.
However, being a genius doesn't mean being able to go to such an outrageous degree as Chrysanthemum Douluo described. This completely overturned his understanding of what a Title Douluo should be.
Since you want to use this kid to boost your prestige, I don't mind cutting off your arrogance.
If it weren't for His Holiness the old Pope's orders, what are you to have gotten into that position?
Guangling Douluo glanced at the stunningly beautiful woman on the papal throne, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Since Elder Ju is so certain, then bring her over. Whether she has tampered with anything, I think it will not escape the eyes of the elders."
A clear, high-pitched voice came from above, echoing throughout the hall, and the noisy hall gradually quieted down.
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes remained calm and still as she met Guang Ling's somewhat sharp gaze.
A tense atmosphere instantly enveloped the hall, and everyone's expressions changed slightly as they lowered their heads.
After a moment, Guangling Douluo's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head.
"That is naturally up to His Holiness the Pope."
"However, let me make this clear from the start, Elder Ju, don't let this be some kind of charlatan."
"It would be best if all of what you said could be demonstrated."
He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose face had suddenly turned extremely ugly, and gave him a faint smile.
In just a few words, he blocked all avenues of retreat.
"You humph!!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo could no longer contain his anger. He bowed to Bibi Dong, grabbed Ghost Douluo, and stepped out of the hall without looking back.
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist fighting this old man who was pretending to be young.
"Young people just have no patience, don't you think, Your Holiness the Pope?"
Guangling Douluo sighed with a hint of helplessness, his brows furrowing slightly.
Why do these two look so confident? And Bibi Dong is even...
He looked at the stunningly beautiful woman who continued to rest with her eyes closed, somewhat puzzled.
Even after reaching this point, having blocked all avenues of retreat, he showed no sign of panic.
Could it be that this kid named Su Chen is really that powerful?
No, impossible, that's impossible.
Guangling Douluo let out a soft breath, shook his head, and made up his mind.
It must be some kind of scam. Humph, Bibi Dong, just wait and see how you end up shooting yourself in the foot!