Douluo: Reorganization of the Haotian Sect

Chapter 73: The Spirit Hall's Test
Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, is the master of the Spirit Hall in Tiandou City. He is tall and thin, like a javelin, and his sinister eyes always make people feel that he has bad intentions.

He entered the dormitory quietly without making any sound. If it weren't for the Seventh Elder's reminder, Tang Fei would have had no chance of discovering him!

"Hello, respected Bishop Platinum, what can I do for you?"

Tang Fei bowed and asked in an apparently extremely respectful manner, which made it impossible to find fault with him.

Sarath's cloudy eyes moved, and he smiled, "Don't be nervous, kid. I came to visit you simply to admire you."

"In the match with the Elephant Armor Sect, your performance attracted my attention. As the head of a Spirit Temple, it is my duty to pay attention to the birth of every talented spirit master and recommend them to the Spirit Temple."

As he spoke, Sarath took a step forward and asked tentatively, "Child, you are so outstanding. Joining the Spirit Hall will definitely allow you to go further... Are you willing to join?"

He stared at Tang Fei without blinking.

Tang Fei knew that if he dared to say "no" at this moment, the platinum bishop would attack fiercely in the next moment.

He took a deep breath, pretending to be surprised, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Respected Bishop Platinum, of course I am willing to join the Spirit Hall!"

Hearing this, the gloom in Sarath's eyes dissipated a lot.

However, he certainly would not dispel his doubts just because of a few words.

"Child, you are really excellent. I swear in the name of Bishop Platinum that if you join the Spirit Hall, you will definitely be given special training!"

Sarath said as he slowly approached.

His tall and thin figure was half a head taller than Tang Fei, and he gave off an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Child, can you let me see your martial spirit again?"

Tang Fei sighed inwardly, this old thief is really vigilant.

In desperation, he had to release his martial spirit in the shape of a casting hammer.

A black light flashed, and a huge hammer head as big as a bucket appeared. It looked like a casting hammer, but its momentum was extremely powerful.

The moment it appeared in Tang Fei's hand, the air seemed to have a feeling of heavy gaze.

Sarath's body bent down like a shrimp, got close to the hammer and looked at it carefully.

The more he looked, the more surprised he was.

Although this cast hammer is not the Clear Sky Hammer, the pressure and aura it releases are in no way inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer.

It was just a casting hammer, but it was so amazing that Salas couldn't help but look at Tang Fei a few more times.

"Okay kid, put away your martial spirit. It is indeed very powerful." Sarath withdrew his gaze.

Then, he forced a smile from his gloomy face, "However, although your hammer is strong, there is another kind of war hammer in the soul master world that is stronger than your hammer. Do you know?"

"Are you talking about the Clear Sky Hammer?" Tang Fei's eyes flashed with disgust, "They are just a bunch of cowardly spirits. In my opinion, they are no big deal!"

"Good! Well said!" Sarath laughed and nodded. "They are indeed a bunch of cowards, but their martial spirits are indeed very powerful. Although your hammer is good, if you want to surpass them, you still need continuous experience and improvement."

"Join the Spirit Hall, kid. The Pope will grant you unlimited glory and train you to crush the cowards of the Haotian Sect!"

Sarath said with infinite temptation.

Tang Fei suppressed his disgust and bowed respectfully, "It's my honor! Your Excellency the Bishop!" Sarath nodded with satisfaction. He paced slowly in Tang Fei's room, pretending to look around casually, but suddenly asked:

"By the way, let me ask you a question. Why did you join the Hammer Academy? Do you know who is behind the Hammer Academy?"

"Of course I know. The owner of Hammer Academy and Yuexuan in Tiandou City is the same person, named Tang Yuehua." Tang Fei replied.

With the power of the Spirit Hall, and as the platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall, Salas must be clear about Tang Yuehua's background.

Therefore, Tang Fei did not hide anything about this.

Sarath nodded, his eyes narrowed, "Then do you know Tang Yuehua's origins?"

"Your Excellency the Bishop, I don't know that although my surname is also Tang, I have no relative relationship with Tang Yuehua." Tang Fei had already thought of the wording.

He turned around and asked, "Sir, could it be that Madam Tang Yuehua has some mysterious origin?"

Sarath's eyes flickered, but he did not reveal Tang Yuehua's background.

He thought for a moment and smiled, "It's okay, I'm just asking casually."

He patted Tang Fei on the shoulder and said, "You have to perform well in the next game. I will continue to pay attention to you."

As he spoke, he nodded slowly and left.

Not long after, the figure of the Seventh Elder appeared again.

Compared with Salas, his speed was so fast that he came and went without a trace. Even though Tang Fei had expected it, he could not figure out how he appeared.

The gap between Soul Douluo and Title Douluo is also clearly visible.

The Seventh Elder put down the box containing the soul bone with a dark face and said coldly: "I heard your conversation. He was testing you!"

"I know, so I'll take advantage of the situation." Tang Fei nodded.

The Seventh Elder nodded with satisfaction, then turned and asked in astonishment: "By the way, how did you conceal your martial spirit? How could that old fellow not notice it?"

Without waiting for Tang Fei to answer, the Seventh Elder waved his hand and brainwashed himself: "Forget it! You don't have to answer, and I won't ask any more questions. Just like the Third Elder said, every strong man has his own secret to becoming stronger. As long as it doesn't harm our Haotian Sect, it's fine!"

Tang Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Anyway, it saved him from having to explain himself.

"By the way, Seventh Elder, during the competition, you must not attack the people from the Spirit Hall. A Platinum Bishop has died, and the one who came to investigate must be a Titled Douluo!" Tang Fei reminded, because he saw that the Seventh Elder's face turned very unfriendly because of Saras's arrival.

"Boy, do I need you to remind me of this?" The Seventh Elder scolded with a smile, "Although I really want to kill him to vent my anger, compared to that, I have to put the overall situation of our Haotian Sect reopening the mountain gate first, so I naturally have to endure it."

“No more words. I’ll leave the soul bone here for you. Find a chance to absorb it quickly. Don’t let others know that you have a soul bone. Doing so will only bring you unnecessary disasters… I’m leaving!” The Seventh Elder instructed carefully.

Tang Fei nodded and watched the Seventh Elder leave.

Looking back, he was really worried about Sarath not long ago.

Tang Hao and the Seventh Elder, two Titled Douluo, were secretly watching him. If it weren't for the overall situation, there would have been no such person as Salas!

It’s not that Tang Fei was thinking about Sarath, but he was afraid that the Seventh Elder’s impulsiveness would interfere with the progress of the game and arouse the Spirit Hall’s vigilance against the Haotian Sect.

(End of this chapter)