Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

The morning sunlight shone on the tall archway of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

The iron gate was half-open.

Old Jack was wearing a faded, coarse cloth outfit.

He rubbed his rough hands together nervously.

He smiled and looked at the young gatekeeper standing on the steps.

"Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. This is our village's work-study student certificate for this year. Could you please make an exception for us?"

Old Jack handed over the parchment stamped with the Spirit Hall's seal.

The gatekeeper glanced at it with a disdainful look.

He didn't even extend his hand.

"What Holy Soul Village? I think it's more like a beggar's village."

The doorman gave a cold laugh.

"Even a chicken wants to become a phoenix. A mere Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power. This proves that you've definitely forged it."

He suddenly waved his hand.

He knocked the parchment from Old Jack's hand to the ground.

"Get out! Get out! Don't dirty our academy grounds!"

Old Jack got anxious.

He bent down to pick up the certificate from the ground.

The gatekeeper, however, lifted his foot.

He was about to step directly on the back of Old Jack's hand.

Tang San, who had been standing silently behind Old Jack, suddenly raised his head.

His seemingly frail body suddenly took half a step forward.

He grabbed old Jack's arm and pulled him backward.

Simultaneously.

A subtle killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes.

The internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong quietly circulated within his body.

His left wrist was slightly raised.

The silent sleeve dart mechanism beneath the sleeve is already in the firing position.

General Outline of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record.

Anyone who harbors murderous intent towards oneself.

They can all be killed.

Just as Tang San was about to unleash his hidden arrow to teach the gatekeeper a lesson.

A slightly hoarse voice came from inside the college gate.

"stop."

A middle-aged man of medium build and slender build walked out with his hands behind his back.

He was wearing a faded black robe.

He has a buzz cut.

His cheeks were thin.

His eyes revealed a deliberately feigned depth and world-weariness.

He is Yu Xiaogang.

The gatekeeper saw this person.

His arrogant expression immediately vanished.

"Master, what brings you out?"

Yu Xiaogang ignored the doorman's attempts to curry favor.

He walked straight up to old Jack.

He bent down and picked up the certificate of awakening from the ground.

He flicked the dust off his clothes.

Their gaze fell on Tang San's name and martial soul information.

When I saw the words "Blue Silver Grass" and "Innate Full Soul Power".

A strange fervor suddenly erupted in Yu Xiaogang's dull eyes.

He has waited for so many years.

Finally, he found the perfect test subject to prove his theory.

Twin Martial Souls.

It is definitely a twin martial soul.

Yu Xiaogang suppressed his excitement.

He turned to look at the gatehouse.

The tone was stern.

"This certificate is genuine, sir. On behalf of the college, I apologize for what happened earlier."

Yu Xiaogang made a grand gesture.

He handed the proof back to old Jack.

Then he looked down at Tang San.

He forced what he thought was a kind smile onto his face.

"Child, you are very smart. And very special."

"Are you willing to...?"

Yu Xiaogang had only spoken halfway through his sentence.

A heavy thud of hooves, like muffled thunder, rolled in from the end of the long street.

The ground of the entire street was shaking violently.

Yu Xiaogang frowned.

He turned his head to look.

Fifty fully armed Templar Knights rode tall, armored horses.

It transformed into a silver torrent of steel.

With an overwhelming and chilling aura, it rushed straight towards the gates of Notting College.

The civilians and vendors on the street were terrified and fled in all directions.

The Templar Knights suddenly pulled on their reins in front of the academy gates.

The warhorses neighed.

The powerful surge of soul energy instantly sucked the air away from the gate.

The arrogant doorman's legs went weak.

He collapsed onto the steps.

Tang San was also forced to retreat repeatedly by this immense aura.

He had to exert all his strength to maintain his balance.

I was utterly horrified.

Who is this person?

Such a strong sense of oppression.

In the center of the convoy.

The dark gold carriage, pulled by four black-scaled dragon horses, slowly came to a stop.

A bishop dressed in red dismounted.

The dean of Notting College, accompanied by more than a dozen tutors, rushed out of the gate, sweating profusely.

They saw the six-winged angel emblem on the carriage.

Then I saw that cardinal, who was at the Contra level.

The dean's legs were trembling.

Without hesitation, he knelt down on one knee with all his mentors.

"Notting Junior Soul Master Academy. We respectfully welcome the Lord of the Spirit Hall."

Yu Xiaogang stood still and did not kneel down.

He was proud of his lineage as a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

They have never had any respect for the people of the Spirit Hall.

The cardinal gave Yu Xiaogang a cold look.

He walked up to the carriage.

He respectfully opened the car door.

Su Chen slowly walked out of the carriage.

He was wearing a black and gold ceremonial robe.

A purple-gold papal decree hung at his waist.

He looked down at the crowd on the steps from his high vantage point.

Su Chen's gaze passed over the kneeling dean.

It landed directly on Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

"What did you want to ask him just now?"

Su Chen looked at Yu Xiaogang.

His tone was undisguised mockery.

Ask him if he'd like to become your apprentice?

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed slightly.

He looked at the extraordinary six-year-old boy.

An ominous premonition rose in my heart.

"Which high-ranking official of the Spirit Hall are you? I take a liking to this child. The matter of taking on a disciple seems to have nothing to do with the Spirit Hall."

Yu Xiaogang had his hands behind his back.

He maintained that unfathomable demeanor.

"How dare you!"

The cardinal roared angrily.

"Standing before you is His Highness the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. You, a piece of trash who can't even break through level 30, dare to speak to the Holy Son in such a tone."

Holy Son.

These two words were like a bombshell.

It exploded in front of Notting College.

The dean and mentors lowered their heads even further.

Tang San was also greatly shocked.

Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

Her status is equivalent to that of the Pope.

It turned out to be just a child about the same age as him.

Yu Xiaogang heard the cardinal call him a piece of trash.

The muscles in his face twitched violently.

That was a pain that would forever remain in his heart.

"Although my soul power is weak, in the world of soul master theory, everyone respectfully calls me a master."

Yu Xiaogang forcibly maintained his dignity.

"Although His Highness holds a high position, he has no right to interfere with a scholar's freedom to accept disciples."

Su Chen slowly stepped down from the carriage.

He came up to Yu Xiaogang.

The two were no more than two meters apart.

"master?"

Su Chen chuckled softly.

"A plagiarist who lives off the Spirit Hall's lowest-level subsidies while calling himself a theoretical master—does he even deserve to talk about freedom?"

Yu Xiaogang was struck dumb.

He pointed at Su Chen.

My fingers trembled slightly.

"You...you're spouting nonsense."

"Am I making baseless accusations?"

The smile on Su Chen's face vanished instantly.

Instead, there is extreme coldness.

He pointed to the awakening certificate in Yu Xiaogang's hand.

"You see the Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power on that certificate."

"Your ridiculous brain immediately deduced that he has twin martial souls."

"You are overjoyed. You feel you have finally found a tool to prove your ten core competencies."

"You want to wash away your worthless past by taking on a genius apprentice?"

Su Chen spoke each sentence.

Take one step closer.

The powerful physical energy and blood, mixed with tangible spiritual force, pressed down on them.

Yu Xiaogang was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was utterly horrified.

The most secret thoughts in one's heart.

This six-year-old boy actually exposed him in public, completely naked.

Tang San stood to the side.

His brows furrowed tightly.

The secret of his twin martial souls is his greatest trump card.

He had his left hand behind his back the whole time.

The reason is that I'm afraid of having my second martial soul discovered.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall saw through it at a glance.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth.

"The ten core competencies are the culmination of my life's work and my greatest contribution to the world of Soul Masters."

"A lifetime's work?"

Su Chen suddenly flicked his sleeve.

"Those are top-secret documents compiled by the elders of the Spirit Hall over the generations with countless lives and blood."

"Back then, you relied on someone's protection and hid like a rat in the Papal Palace's library, peeking inside."

"You cobbled together common knowledge that even advanced Soul Masters know."

"And then add in some of your own wild and whimsical fallacies."

"It was packaged as your personal academic achievement, Yu Xiaogang."

Su Chen's voice echoed throughout the entire street.

"First rule. There are no useless martial souls. There are only useless soul masters."

"That sounds really touching."

Su Chen scoffed.

"Then tell me. How did someone with a farm tool martial soul who started with zero soul power cultivate to become a Title Douluo?"

"You possess the top-tier bloodline resources of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan. Yet, due to a mutation in your martial soul, you've become Luo Sanpao, who's even worse than a dog."

"You've cultivated for most of your life, and you still can't even reach the threshold of level 30."

"According to your own theory, you, Yu Xiaogang, are the most useless Soul Master on the entire continent."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale.

Su Chen's words were like daggers to the heart.

He completely shattered the mask of pretense he had cultivated in Nottingham for so many years.

"You...you..."

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he was overcome with rage.

They couldn't refute it at all.

The dean and the mentors were dumbfounded.

They usually looked down on Yu Xiaogang's abilities.

But I still have some respect for his theories.

Now listen to the Holy Son's analysis.

These are the so-called ten core competencies.

It's a complete joke.

Tang San couldn't help but step forward at this moment.

He stepped forward.

He stood in front of Yu Xiaogang.

"The Spirit Hall's actions are far too domineering."

Tang San stared directly at Su Chen.

"A teacher for a day is a father for life. Even if a master's skills are lacking, his knowledge is still worthy of respect."

"What right do you have to insult him like that?"

Su Chen looked at Tang San, who was trying to stand up for him.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

The chosen one.

A combination of hypocrisy and pretense.

I finally couldn't hold back anymore and had to jump out.

"overbearing?"

Su Chen looked at Tang San indifferently.

"The Spirit Hall provides both money and manpower. They send deacons to remote and impoverished areas to awaken the spirits of ordinary people free of charge."

"Without the Spirit Hall, you wouldn't even have the right to stand here and speak to me."

"You have a certificate issued by the Spirit Hall. You are enjoying the subsidies that the Spirit Hall provides to work-study students."

"Now you're coming out to accuse the Spirit Hall of being domineering?"

Tang San was speechless for a moment when asked the question.

He was arguing unreasonably.

"One thing at a time. You insulted the master, and that's wrong."

Su Chen sneered.

He took out a thick ancient book of sheepskin from his Void Ring.

It crashed directly at Yu Xiaogang's feet.

"This is a rubbing of the 'Study on the Age of Soul Rings' from the third floor of the Spirit Hall's library."

"It is clearly recorded that the limit of the first spirit ring is 423 years."

"The book was written a hundred years before you were born."

"You've included this in your core competencies. Is that what you call knowledge?"

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head.

Looking at the ancient book at my feet.

My body was trembling uncontrollably.

The physical evidence is all there.

He had no way to deny it.

Tang San looked at the ancient book on the ground.

They also realized that Yu Xiaogang had indeed engaged in plagiarism.

But he cannot back down.

He had just realized that Yu Xiaogang was a master who could see through his twin martial souls.

He desperately needs a teacher who can guide him in cultivating this world's power system.

"Even if it's drawing on the experience of predecessors, the ability of a master to summarize and generalize it is a skill in itself."

Tang San is still using a fallacy of misrepresentation.

"Oh?"

Su Chen looked at Tang San.

"Then let's talk about his original theories that weren't plagiarized."

Su Chen held up one finger.

"Plant-type martial souls can absorb animal-type soul rings."

"This is Yu Xiaogang's great original creation."

"Sounds amazing, doesn't it?"

Su Chen bent down.

He stared into Tang San's eyes.

"But he never told you how high the mortality rate is for plant-type spirit rings absorbing animal-type spirit rings."

"The resentment of animal-type spirit beasts after death is extremely violent. Plant-type spirit beasts have very poor tolerance for such resentment."

"Once your mental strength can't withstand it."

"Your brain will explode instantly."

"He himself dared not try this theory."

"So he searched everywhere for twin martial soul geniuses who possessed innate full soul power."

"He's using you as a guinea pig to test his theories."

Even if you are killed by the backlash of the spirit ring.

He merely sighed and continued searching for his next test subject.

Su Chen straightened up.

The tone was sarcastic.

"If you're so eager to die, you can kneel down right now and become his disciple."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

He turned to look at Yu Xiaogang.

A hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang's face had turned from deathly pale to ashen.

He wanted to explain.

But Su Chen didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"Cardinal."

Su Chen did not turn around.

Issue orders directly.

"Your subordinate is here."

The cardinal stepped forward.

"Proclaim the papal decree."

Su Chen's voice was cold and ruthless.

"Yu Xiaogang stole secrets from the Spirit Hall, swindled and deceived, and tarnished the reputation of the Spirit Hall."

"Effective immediately, his title of Honorary Elder for Life of the Spirit Hall is permanently revoked."

"Stop all allowances."

"And to announce to the entire mainland that its so-called ten core competencies are all plagiarism and nonsense."

"Anyone who dares to address him as a master is tantamount to making an enemy of the Spirit Hall."

This punishment was announced.

This effectively cut off Yu Xiaogang's path to survival in the world of Soul Masters.

Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak.

He collapsed onto the steps.

His reputation.

His status.

His last shred of dignity in front of Liu Erlong.

At this moment.

He was crushed to dust by the six-year-old holy son in front of him.

"You can't do that."

Tang San was furious.

He felt that the Spirit Hall was going too far.

He quietly pressed the trigger of the hidden dart in his left hand.

Three short steel arrows coated with an anesthetic toxin.

It shot out silently from the cuff.

The triangular formation aimed directly at Su Chen's throat, chest, and lower abdomen.

The distance is too close.

Tang San had absolute confidence in his hidden weapon skills.

Even if the other party is a holy son.

There's no way to escape in that split second.

however.

Facing the incoming barrage of short arrows.

Su Chen didn't even glance at it.

The cardinal behind him snorted coldly.

The immense soul power belonging to the Contra user erupted instantly.

An indestructible wall of soul power formed in front of Su Chen.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Three short steel arrows struck the air wall.

It was instantly crushed into a pile of subway powder.

It didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

Tang San was shocked and pale.

His pride and joy lies in the Tang Clan's hidden weapons.

Faced with absolute power.

They were so easily defeated.

Su Chen looked at Tang San, whose face was full of shock.

He slowly raised his right hand.

It points to Tang San.

"To assassinate someone with such a despicable weapon in front of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall."

"That's your character."

Su Chen's eyes were indifferent.

"Since you like playing with hidden weapons so much..."

"Then let me see."

"How strong are your bones?"