The Strongest All-Round Support in Douluo Continent

"Holy Son, Holy Daughter, why don't you stay at the Star Luo Temple for a couple of days?" Platinum Bishop Matthewton tried his best to persuade Duan Yufan to stay.

"No, I've been out for almost seven days. It's time to go back. I've accomplished my purpose for this trip, and it's time to go back and rest before continuing with the next stage of training." Duan Yufan refused the platinum bishop Matthewton's offer to stay.

“Very well! Don’t worry, Your Highness, I will make good use of this million. Also, please give my regards to His Holiness the Pope.” Platinum Bishop Matthewton solemnly assured him this time.

"Yes, Bishop Ma, it's getting late, we should head back now." Duan Yufan said, then turned and got into the carriage, not lingering any longer.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Holy Son and Holy Daughter."

Bishop Matthewton, along with the other bishops and members of the temple, spoke.

The Grand Master of the Knights of Odysseus sat on his horse, brandishing his sword and commanding two hundred Knights of Odysseus.

"Departure."

The grand convoy headed towards Wuhun City.

"Senior sister, are you tired? Do you want to take a nap?" Duan Yufan asked Hu Liena as soon as he sat down in the carriage.

"Okay! But there's nowhere to lean against," Hu Liena said meaningfully.

"I'm so tired! Can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?" Duan Yufan said casually, not expecting Hu Liena to reply that she was tired.

"Then I won't be polite! Hehe." Hu Liena quickly sat down next to Duan Yufan and actually rested her head on Duan Yufan's shoulder.

"Alright!" Seeing that Hu Liena had indeed leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes, Duan Yufan could only sit upright, smelling Hu Liena's delicate fragrance, and also closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Hu Liena was indeed exhausted. Ever since she saw Qian Renxue, she had been tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep, her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, and she hadn't had a proper rest.

So now, leaning against Duan Yufan and smelling his scent, Hu Liena quickly and comfortably drifted off to sleep.

However, after nearly an hour, Hu Liena leaned on his shoulder and started to fall forward. Duan Yufan reacted quickly and caught Hu Liena's tilting body.

Seeing that Hu Liena was still not awake, and wanting to make her more comfortable, Duan Yufan gently placed her head on his thigh.

Then Duan Yufan tidied up Hu Liena's somewhat disheveled hair. Hu Liena had a lot of soft hair, and Duan Yufan even saw a slight smile on her face. He wondered what she was dreaming about.

About six or seven hours later, when it was already quite late, Hu Liena finally woke up. She opened her eyes groggily and found herself lying on Duan Yufan's lap with a trace of drool on her mouth. She quickly wiped it away, blushing with embarrassment.

"Hehe, Senior Sister, you're so cute when you sleep. You even drool at the corner of your mouth while you sleep," Duan Yufan said with a grin.

"Don't say that, I didn't. You're the one drooling. There must be something wrong with your sleeping position. By the way, how did I end up lying on your lap?" Hu Liena said, both evasive and suspicious.

"Of course it was because you weren't comfortable leaning on me, and you almost rolled off my feet, so I had to put you on my lap," Duan Yufan replied truthfully.

"Junior brother, thank you for your hard work. How long have I been asleep? It's already dark." Hu Liena asked, looking at the pitch black outside the carriage.

"Senior sister! I slept for almost seven hours, my thighs are numb, and your head is so heavy." Duan Yufan said with a mournful face.

"No way, it took that long. Okay, okay, sweetie, let me massage your legs." Hu Liena replied to Duan Yufan and began to massage.

They traveled the same route, and it also took them two days to reach Wuhun City.

Along the way, Duan Yufan and Hu Liena teased and bickered with each other, yet they returned to the west gate of Wuhun City with mutual concern.

Meanwhile, at the West Gate, Bibi Dong, who had already received the news, was waiting there with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

Having accurately predicted Duan Yufan's approximate arrival time, Bibi Dong and her companions didn't have to wait long before they spotted the Templar Knights' formation.

Grand Master Odysseus rode in front on horseback, followed by four carriages, two rows of Templar Knights, and four more Templar Knights at the very back of the carriages.

Before long, they arrived at the West Gate. The soldiers saw them and let them pass immediately. Bibi Dong was waiting behind the gate.

"Odysseus has met His Holiness the Pope. He has successfully completed his mission."

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!" the Knights Templar also exclaimed.

"Get up! Let's continue to the Spirit Hall Plaza." Bibi Dong said calmly and instantly appeared on Duan Yu Fan's carriage.

"The Holy Son has returned from the competition."

People on the street recognized the carriage caravan and knew it was Duan Yufan returning. People on the west side of the street greeted Duan Yufan.

Seventy-eight Purple Record Medals and Holy Son's Decree

Duan Yufan was speechless. He felt that Bibi Dong was a bit mischievous, actually squeezing into a carriage. It should only take a few tens of minutes to get to the Spirit Hall Square.

"Teacher, why did you come to pick us up?" Hu Liena said sweetly as she sat down next to Bibi Dong.

"I've come to welcome my two good disciples. How was the competition?" Although Bibi Dong already knew the result, she still asked about the two of them.

"Teacher, you're asking a question you already know the answer to. It's as easy for me to go on stage as drinking water." Duan Yu Fan said with a smug grin in front of Bibi Dong.

"Yes, yes, my Holy Son, you single-handedly defeated an entire Soul Sect team, that's amazing!" Hu Liena echoed Duan Yufan's words.

Before long, they arrived at the Spirit Hall Plaza, where everyone gathered, just as they had when they set off for the Star Luo Empire.

"Odysseus, let these two hundred members rest for three days," Bibi Dong said to Odysseus, who was standing in front of her.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope." Odysseus finished speaking and remained where he was, waiting for Bibi Dong's instructions.

"Martial Soul Team members, follow me." After saying that, Bibi Dong led Duan Yufan and the others into the gate of the Martial Soul Hall.

They stopped at the entrance of the Papal Palace, and Duan Yufan and Hu Liena naturally couldn't joke around in such a setting.

They lined up obediently with Xie Yue and the others, quietly waiting for Bibi Dong's instructions.

"Sun Chuantao, Li Kai, Zhang Ping, Xu Yu!" Bibi Dong calmly called out the names of the four people.

"Here! Your Holiness the Pope!" the four men stepped forward and said.

"Well, the Holy Son left the prize of one million gold soul coins for this championship in the Star Luo Empire, so we can't let you leave empty-handed."

"Sun Chuantao, you have obtained another thousand-year-old soul bone. The Spirit Hall will give you 50,000 gold soul coins, and the remaining three will each receive 100,000 gold soul coins. The simulated training ground can be entered for five hours each day. I hope you will continue to work hard and participate in the next Elite Competition."

Bibi Dong calmly announced the rewards for the four people. Behind her, a Platinum Bishop, who was in charge of the Spirit Hall's finances, handed the four the rewards that had been prepared in advance after Bibi Dong finished speaking.

"Thank you for the cultivation of the Spirit Hall, and thank you Your Holiness the Pope. We will definitely continue our efforts and live up to Your Holiness's expectations."

After the four knelt on one knee to receive the reward from the Platinum Bishop, they shouted in unison before standing up and returning to their original positions.

"Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan." After seeing Si'er return to her seat, Bibi Dong began to call out to the three of them.

"Yes!" Hu Liena and the other two stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"I will bestow upon you, the highest honor of the younger generation of the Soul Master world—the Purple Record Medal—and you will be known as the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall," Bibi Dong solemnly announced.

Chrysanthemum Douluo came to Bibi Dong's side with a tray. On the tray were three identical medals, purple-gold medals, engraved with the logo of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong personally handed the medals to Hu Liena and the other two.

"I hope you will continue your efforts and strive to break through to the Soul Emperor level before you turn 20," Bibi Dong said expectantly after bestowing the Purple Record Medals upon Hu Liena.

"Thank you for the high expectations and cultivation from the Spirit Hall and His Holiness the Pope. We will certainly live up to the reputation of the Purple Record Medal." Hu Liena and the other two solemnly accepted the Purple Record Medal and shouted in unison.

"Duan Yufan!" After Hu Liena and the other two got up and returned to their original positions, Bibi Dong called out Duan Yufan's name with a cold expression.

Duan Yufan was a little unaccustomed to Bibi Dong's solemn, aloof, and serious demeanor.

"Here I am! Your Holiness the Pope." Despite his discomfort, Duan Yufan stepped forward with a serious expression and called out.

"Yes, I now formally bestow upon you the title of Holy Son and the only Holy Son Token exclusively for the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. This is to proclaim to the entire continent that seeing the Holy Son is as if seeing the Pope. Apart from the Pope and elders, anyone who disobeys the Holy Son's orders will be dealt with at will, and this will take effect immediately."

Bibi Dong took out a purple-gold token that was about the same size as the Pope's decree. In addition to the symbols of the three upper sects and the Spirit Hall, there was also a symbol of Duan Yufan's cross spirit spirit engraved in the middle of the token.

This was specially made by the blacksmith at Bibi Dong's instruction when Duan Yufan and others participated in the Elite Tournament in the Star Luo Empire.

"Thank you for your guidance and support, Spirit Hall and His Holiness the Pope." Duan Yufan solemnly accepted the Holy Son's Token.

"Yes! I hope you can live up to the name of the Holy Son. After decades, the Spirit Hall has produced another Holy Son." Bibi Dong looked at Duan Yu Fan with a serious expression and instructed him.

"Yes, I will do my best to enhance the prestige of the Spirit Hall," Duan Yufan stood up and solemnly declared.

"Long live His Highness the Holy Son, long live His Holiness the Pope, long live the Spirit Hall, long live, long live!"

The soldiers guarding the area, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and others simultaneously knelt on one knee and shouted.

If calling Duan Yufan "Holy Son" was Bibi Dong's order, then after receiving the Holy Son Token, he officially became the Holy Son. It was no longer an internal title, but would be announced to the entire Spirit Hall of the continent, along with the appearance of the Holy Son Token and Duan Yufan's information. Only then would he truly be known as the Holy Son.

The last time a Holy Son of Wuhun City appeared was many years ago. The previous Holy Son was Qian Xunji, but after Qian Daoliu withdrew and let Qian Xunji take over the position of Pope, Wuhun Hall has not produced a Holy Son since.

"Alright! The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament has come to a successful conclusion. Everyone, go back and rest, and then continue to cultivate diligently to prepare for the next Elite Tournament." Bibi Dong dismissed the group, seeing that the purpose of this event had been achieved.

"Ghostly Spirit, Moon Pass, draft the appointment letter and announce it to the entire continent. Transmit the information about the Holy Son and the Purple Record Medal to all the Spirit Halls, big and small, and make sure to complete the notification within three days."

Bibi Dong left only Duan Yufan and Hu Liena in the Martial Soul Team. After the others left, she immediately instructed Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope." Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo began preparations and got busy.

Bibi Dong then led Duan Yufan and Hu Liena to the backyard of the Papal Palace.

"Teacher, you're putting so much pressure on me. I'm just a support character. What if someone suddenly attacks me from behind when I'm out and about? I'd be dead for sure," Duan Yu Fan complained to Bibi Dong.

"What! You've lost confidence? You just promised me!" Bibi Dong said with a serious expression.

"No, not at all. Who am I? I'm a level 20 person with innate full soul power, a god-like existence. But I still need to grow, don't I?" Duan Yu Fan said with a cold expression.

"Stop joking. I know you too well. You can't die even if you want to."

"hey-hey..."

Duan Yufan and Hu Liena chatted with Bibi Dong until dusk before stopping.

Within a day, news of Duan Yufan's official succession as Holy Son spread to various forces of all sizes, and news also spread that three people had received the Purple Record Medal.

The next day, Duan Yufan's name as the Holy Son spread to towns and cities of all sizes.

By the third day, most of the larger villages had also heard the news.

In no time, Duan Yufan's reputation caused a stir and a frenzy across the mainland.

Transformation after 79 years

In a courtyard filled with various flowers and plants and their delicate fragrance, a handsome young man with short, dark hair, dressed in a clean, light white robe, slowly practiced a set of boxing techniques with his eyes closed.

One to the left, one to the right, up and down, sometimes taking two steps forward and two steps back, attacking from both sides.

Strangely, beneath the handsome young man's feet were two creatures, one white and one black, resembling two fish and a single quotation mark, biting each other's tail tips, forming a circle several square meters in size. One shone with a faint white light, and the other with a faint, eerie glow.

The young man stood on the two largest ends, one black and one white, which seemed to form an eye. The black and white eyes rotated sometimes fast and sometimes slow in rhythm with the young man's body, which was quite profound.