Douluo Continent: I will always be one level above Tang San.

Matthew was about to try to persuade her again.

But then Lin Chuan grabbed Tang San, took the registration badge and gold soul coins, and ran off in a flash.

"Goodbye, Master! Goodbye, Steward Su! We have to go back to class!"

Watching the two flee, Matthew stamped his feet in frustration.

"We can't wait! We absolutely can't wait!"

Matthew turned around, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

He looked at Su Yuntao and said in a deep voice:

"Yun Tao, you've done a great job!"

"This matter is too big, too big for me to handle!"

"This information cannot go through the usual channels. Reporting it up through all levels is too slow and it is easy for it to be leaked and intercepted by other forces."

A resolute glint flashed in Matthew's eyes:

"I'm going to the Spirit Temple in Heaven Dou City myself!"

"Even if it means reporting to a higher level, even if it means being punished, I will still send this message up!"

"Once the Platinum Archbishop Salas receives the news, we will have accomplished an unparalleled feat!"

Su Yuntao looked at Matthew, who was almost completely intoxicated.

I felt both smug and a little scared.

Goodness, it seems like this time things have really gotten out of hand.

......

Xiao Wu was pulled out of the Spirit Hall by Tang San, looking completely bewildered.

She hasn't even tested it yet!

However, these two brothers are both incredibly awesome.

Tang San was very proud to see that Xiao Wu was shocked.

He didn't know why, but he felt a sense of familiarity when he saw Xiao Wu.

He probably just sees Xiao Wu as a younger sister.

After all, he already had Brother Lin Chuan.

It's perfectly reasonable for him to want to experience what it's like to be an older brother and protect his younger sister!

But Lin Chuan was secretly calculating:

If the Spirit Hall tries to force me to join their ranks, what development path should I choose?

Should I try to win over Hu Liena, or tease Qian Renxue?

......

Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

As the political center of the Heavenly Dou Empire, its prosperity far surpasses that of a remote border town like Notting City.

The most eye-catching of them all is the Martial Soul Temple, which stands a hundred meters tall.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in the uniform of the Spirit Hall, waited outside the temple gate.

The cold wind ruffled his meticulously groomed white beard, but he didn't care at all!

It was none other than Master Matthew, the head of the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall.

"My lord, could you please inform you again that I have extremely urgent confidential information to report to Bishop Salas!"

"This concerns the Spirit Hall's century-long... no, millennium-long plan!"

Matthew grabbed the sleeve of the guard at the door.

The guard shook off his hand with some disgust.

With nostrils pointing to the sky:

"Old man, I've told you eight hundred times."

"Bishop Salas is too busy with affairs of state to have time for an old fellow like you from a rural branch chapel."

"A millennium plan? I think you're just desperate for funding!"

Matthew was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck bulged.

"I'm not doing this for funding! It's for genius! Unparalleled genius!"

"Notting City has produced a twin martial soul! And the first spirit ring belongs to a peerless genius of a thousand years!"

The guard impatiently shoved him.

"Alright, alright, stop bragging."

"Yesterday there was someone from the Fasno Province who said he had discovered a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, but it turned out he was just trying to scam subsidies."

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't block the gate, His Holiness the bishop's carriage will be coming out soon."

Just then, the heavy, gilded door slowly opened.

An extremely luxurious carriage slowly drove out.

The carriage curtain was slightly lifted.

Matthew, with his sharp eyes, spotted Salas in his white and gold robes at a glance!

However, what chilled Matthew was...

Salas was holding a glamorous female Soul Master in his arms.

The two were joking around, not even glancing at Matthew!

"Heh, this is what they call being busy!"

Matthew looked as if he had aged ten years.

He did not try to rush up and stop the car again.

That evening, Matthew wrote a long, secret letter.

In his letter, he described in detail Lin Chuan's martial spirit characteristics and that incredible first ring in a thousand years.

He even used his reputation as collateral.

He handed the letter to the temple's messenger window; it was his last hope.

however.

What Matthew was unaware of was...

The day after he left.

Inside the intelligence processing room of the Spirit Temple.

A young, arrogant secretary to a cardinal casually flipped through the intelligence reports handed to him.

"Nottingham? What could possibly happen in that godforsaken place?"

He read the first three lines and then let out a sneer!

"A first spirit ring that's a thousand years old? And it's a Blue Silver Grass spirit? Ha! Twin spirits?"

"How much fake alcohol did this old man drink to make up such a story? These days, branch managers will dare to exaggerate anything to cheat on their annual performance reviews."

"This is utterly absurd! If such nonsense were presented to the authorities, the Catholic Church in Salas would skin me alive."

The secretary's wrist twitched.

The secret letter was thrown directly into the wastepaper basket next to the table.

It was mixed in with that garbage information like "a certain Soul Master claims to have seen a miracle by an angel god".

……

Three months later.

Notting City Martial Spirit Hall.

Matthew sat at his desk, staring blankly out the window.

There was no reply.

There were no special envoys.

There wasn't even a single word of reprimand.

What does this tell us?

This shows that his letter was like a pebble thrown into the ocean, not even causing a ripple.

Matthew clenched his fists tightly:

"This corrupt system! These arrogant leaders!"

"The Spirit Hall is truly ailing!"

"Master Matthew, are you alright?"

Su Yuntao pushed open the door and entered. Seeing Matthew's distraught appearance, his heart skipped a beat.

"Still no word from above?"

Matthew shook his head:

"Yuntao, we were too naive. In the eyes of those big shots, our words are nothing but a fart."

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger appeared in Su Yuntao's eyes.

But soon, that anger transformed into a glimmer of ambition.

He walked up to Matthew and lowered his voice:

"Master, since those blind men up there don't believe us, then let's not beg them anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

Matthew looked up.

Su Yuntao rubbed his hands together, thinking to himself, "My chance has come!"

His eyes gleamed, and he said:

"Master Matthew, think about it, a genius like Lin Chuan is like a true dragon still in shallow waters."

"If we give him a drink of water now, will he ever forget our kindness when he soars to great heights?"

"If the higher-ups won't provide the resources, we'll provide them ourselves!"

"You are the supervisor, and I am the deacon. We are not as wealthy as the temple."

"But even in this small corner of Nottingham, we're practically local tyrants!"

"We'll treat Lin Chuan like a junior! We'll pour all our savings and connections into him!"

"This is the biggest investment of our lives!"

"As long as Lin Chuan takes off, even if he only remembers one ten-thousandth of the good we did for him."

"Even a tiny bit of what he reveals under his fingernails would be enough to provide us with endless benefits!"

"Then, that old bastard Salas will regret it!"

Matthew listened to Su Yuntao's words.

The heart, which had been lifeless, suddenly began to pound violently.

Yes!

Why should we hand over such a great achievement to someone else?

If those above don't take it seriously, that's their loss!

This is actually an opportunity given to the father and son by God!

I'll take this opportunity for myself!

Matthew slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

A fierce fire reignited in his eyes:

"Let's do it!"

"Yun Tao, you're right! Those blind fools don't deserve Lin Chuan!"

"From this day forward, Lin Chuan is my grandson, Matthew's grandson!"

"Anyone who dares to mistreat him, I'll fight them to the death!"

"I'll go get that century-old blood ginseng I've been keeping!"

"And take out all the gold soul coins I have for retirement!"