Douluo: The Son of Martial Soul, Deceiving All the Women

Chapter 7: Finally become the Son of God, run away?
"Is it him?" Guangling Douluo showed an interested look.

"Bibi Dong, don't joke. I've heard this kid possesses a god-level spirit. I have no objection to him becoming a Saint Son, but he must also have the merits required of a Saint Son. It seems he hasn't even been on a mission for the Spirit Hall yet, right?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo waved his hand and directly objected, but he was right. It's not enough to just have high potential, especially in the Spirit Hall, which has never lacked geniuses. It also takes genius to work for the Spirit Hall.

After hearing what Golden Crocodile Douluo said, the elders present all looked at Bibi Dong and Baiyu with slightly strange expressions.

Qian Daoliu looked at everyone and then said, "Pope, since you have nominated the Holy Son, you should know the rules. Without merit, the elders will not agree."

"Of course Baiyu has his merits. You can take a look at this first." Bibi Dong's face was gloomy. She raised her hand and a booklet appeared in front of each elder.

"The interaction between heaven and earth and yin and yang"?
Everyone had question marks over their heads, not knowing what Bibi Dong was keeping secret.

As time slowly passed, the expressions of the elders, like Bibi Dong's before, changed in countless ways and were very exciting.

"Pope, were these things taken out by the little guy Baiyu?" Qian Daoliu looked up at Bibi Dong with a little shock.

Bibi Dong's face showed a look of relief and mockery: "Of course, it wasn't taken out by my disciple. Has anyone else seen it?"

Qian Daoliu exhaled lightly and looked at Baiyu: "Very good, this technique is enough to offset the merits, and there should be a reward. This item is from the 60,000-year-old King Kong Explosive Bear, the right arm bone of King Kong Giant Power, which is considered a reward from the Elder Hall for you."

As the words rang out, Qian Daoliu flipped his hand and took out a crystal clear soul bone that glowed with golden light from the soul guide.

"Thank you for the great offering."

Bai Yu bowed and expressed his gratitude, sighing in his heart, "He is indeed worthy of being the leader of the Spirit Hall. He is really rich. Is this a private collection?"

"No need to be so polite. Okay, let's continue with the elders' meeting. I agree with Baiyu's nomination as the Holy Son."

Qian Daoliu gestured to Baiyu, then looked at the elders and voted in favor.

"Great Priest, this...Xiaoxue's side..." Golden Crocodile Douluo looked a little struggling and turned to look at Qian Daoliu.

A gloomy look flashed across Bibi Dong's eyes, and her expression became somewhat complicated. She opened her mouth but said nothing.

Qian Daoliu waved his hand: "Don't worry about Xiaoxue, I have my own arrangements for her."

Baiyu curled her lips slightly. What arrangements are there? What else does the designated Angel God need to arrange?

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused and closed his eyes: "Okay, then I forfeit."

Golden Crocodile Douluo still disliked Bibi Dong as the Pope, but he had no choice but to give up.

As Golden Crocodile abstained, the elders present looked at each other and chose to agree. After all, the chief priest had agreed, and they didn't want to get involved too much.

No matter who inherits the throne of Pope and takes charge of the Spirit Hall in the future, they will still be the elders and the most honorable group of people in the Spirit Hall.

"Well, now that the elders' meeting has passed, Pope, the task of custom-making the Holy Son's clothing and orders for Baiyu will be handed over to you. Once everything is ready, the Pope's Palace will notify the continent."

Qian Daoliu turned to look at Baiyu after he finished speaking and said, "From now on, as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, you must strictly abide by the Spirit Hall's rules and regulations and live up to the Spirit Hall's reputation."

"Whitefish Remember"

As Baiyu's voice fell, all the elders stood up: "Elders of the Spirit Hall, greet His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

Baiyu bowed in return, "Holy Son Baiyu, greetings to all the elders."

...

A month later, Baiyu was in the renamed Holy Son Temple, with a look of despair on his face.

During this month, Baiyu studied and studied all sorts of etiquette, rules, regulations, and even how to handle government affairs and command subordinates. "I say, enough, stop reading, let me go!" He turned to look at Hu Liena, his mouth full of pleading.

Hu Liena put down the book and shook her finger. "No, the Holy Son can handle affairs on behalf of the Pope if necessary, so the Holy Son needs to understand the situation of each branch temple in case of emergency."

Baiyu wailed, "Nana, my Holy Son Ceremony is coming up in half a month. How about we find out after the ceremony?"

"It still doesn't work. The teacher doesn't agree." Hu Liena continued to shake her head.

Baiyu jumped up immediately: "No, I have to run away. This is unacceptable. This is not the Holy Son, this is not the Holy Son, this is a prison disciple!"

"Give up. I'm here to be your personal bodyguard. Where else do you want to run to?" A royal sister's voice appeared in his ears.

Hearing the voice, Baiyu turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Lingyuan Douluo who was sitting beside him drinking tea: "By the way, doesn't my teacher have anything else to arrange for you? Are you so free?"

Lingyuan Douluo stood up and stretched, revealing his curvy figure without any concealment.

He turned to look at Baiyu with a resentful look: "There's nothing I can do. It's because I'm weak. I'm not needed for big things, and I'm not needed for small things. I can only live as a guard."

"Okay, okay, you are cruel, Nana, keep reading." Baiyu sat down angrily and continued to listen to the heavenly book.

...

In the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi looked at the invitation letter from the Spirit Hall and narrowed his eyes.

"Feng Zhi, have you heard of the new Holy Son of Spirit Hall?" Sword Douluo asked from the side.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head: "I heard that he was accepted as a disciple by Bibi Dong three years ago, but I don't know much about him. As for why he became the Holy Son, I don't know."

Bone Douluo crossed his arms, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Who cares? We'll know when we go and see for ourselves."

As a Bone Douluo with spatial attributes, he has killed many geniuses of other forces without anyone noticing.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? He was interested.

Other forces on the continent also had similar ideas to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. There are many different kinds of people in the world.

With the arrival of the enthronement ceremony, all major forces were disappointed. The ceremony was grand, but the Son of God, the protagonist, did not appear.

Apart from the four platinum bishops and a group of cardinals, no one knows what the Son of God looks like.

After all, the Holy Son also needs to go out and gain experience, and it is impossible to tie it around his waist. The assassinations by various major forces are a headache even for the Spirit Hall.

...

"How is it, Holy Son, how do you feel?" Bibi Dong looked at him with a smile.

Baiyu's mouth twitched, his expression painful. "Teacher, please stop talking. By the way, were you like this when you were canonized as a saint?"

Bibi Dong showed a hint of reminiscence, then turned around with a distorted expression, her tone icy: "Almost. You should rest for the next few days. When you're well rested, follow me to learn how to handle government affairs."

Bibi Dong stood up and walked out, then paused: "Your spirit power is level 30, right? Tomorrow I will let Ling Yuan take you to obtain a spirit ring."

"Yes, teacher, I understand."

Baiyu looked at Bibi Dong's back and curled his lips: "Tsk, I was careless. Thanks to all the hard work of purification over the years, otherwise I would be crippled if not dead today."

(End of this chapter)