bdsm-fiction Chapter 44: The Trial from Bibi Dong.
Chapter 44: The Trial from Bibi Dong.
Chapter 44: The Trial from Bibi Dong.
Su Mo was startled by Salas's smile; it was no smile at all, but several times uglier than a cry.
Three days passed quickly; Su Mo hadn't ridden in a carriage for so long in a long time.
Wuhun City is located at the border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, and almost all the people of the Wuhun Hall live in this city.
"Su Mo, please get out of the car!"
Salas approached Su Mo's carriage and said with a smile.
"Thank you for accompanying me all the way, Bishop."
Su Mo replied calmly.
Upon hearing this, Salas's smile deepened.
He lived in constant fear throughout the journey, lest the fourteen-year-old Soul Saint suddenly escape.
It should be noted that no one on the entire continent has ever heard of a Soul Saint who is fourteen years old. Even Hu Liena, one of the best among the Golden Generation, is only a Soul Master at that age.
"Who is that? That the archbishop himself had to ask him to get out of the car?"
"I've never seen this person before. Could he be the young master of some super-powerful sect?"
The people in Wuhun City looked at Su Mo and discussed among themselves.
Salas held an extremely high position, second only to the Pope, Elders, and Venerables of the Spirit Hall, making him the top figure among the Spirit Hall's branch halls.
The fact that the young man was personally invited to get out of the car speaks volumes about his status.
Salas's smile widened as he listened to the discussion.
Since everyone saw that it was he who greeted Su Mo, there was no one to steal the credit from him.
Su Mo followed closely behind Salas, gazing curiously at the location of the Spirit Hall headquarters.
Every single person walking on the street is a Soul Master. Soul Kings are as cheap as cabbages; every few dozen meters, a Soul King will walk towards you.
"Your Excellency, where are we headed?"
Su Mo couldn't help but ask.
Salas smiled slightly and replied, "The Papal Palace!"
Su Mo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
The Papal Palace is arguably the most magnificent building on the Douluo Continent and a sacred place for all Soul Masters.
Inside the Papal Palace.
Beneath the towering statue of an angel, Bibi Dong, dressed in a long gown, sat on her throne.
Looking at the near-perfect face before him, Su Mo couldn't help but swallow hard.
Bibi Dong's beauty is completely different from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's; her unique sense of sacredness is unparalleled in the world.
She held a scepter about two meters long in her hand, and her fair skin made her long legs even more eye-catching.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope, Your Holiness the Pope."
Salas bowed deeply to Bibidon.
Su Mo followed his example and bowed.
"Salas, is this the peerless genius you spoke of?"
Bibi Dong scanned Su Mo's face and saw through his true level of cultivation.
It was as if there was a thin film around Su Mo, keeping him away from prying eyes.
"That's right, his seventh spirit ring is a whopping 100,000 years old!"
Salas spoke excitedly.
He believed that Su Mo was the most talented teenager on the entire continent.
"A 100,000-year-old spirit ring? Salas, are you blind?"
One of the titled elders sneered and said coldly.
His cultivation level was as high as 92, and even he didn't have a 100,000-year soul ring. Where would a teenager get a 100,000-year soul ring?
"Don't talk nonsense, Bloodthirst. Bishop Salas is still very young. He may have been deceived by a villain."
Demon Bear Douluo glanced at Su Mo with disdain, then said meaningfully.
There are very few people in the entire Spirit Hall with a 100,000-year spirit ring, and not a single titled elder believed that Su Mo would possess a 100,000-year spirit ring.
"Su Mo, how old are you this year?"
Bibi Dong suddenly asked a question.
Su Mo looks very mature now, and it would be hard for others to believe that he is a fourteen-year-old boy.
"Your Holiness, I am fourteen years old this year, and I have about ten months left until my fifteenth birthday."
His words stunned everyone present. Everyone could see the power of Su Mo's soul force. Even without a 100,000-year soul ring, Su Mo was still a genius that was rare to see in a hundred years.
Given that Su Mo possesses such powerful soul force at the age of fourteen, reaching the title of Title Douluo is a foregone conclusion.
Suddenly, a person burst into the main hall and nervously handed over a small booklet.
Bibi Dong looked at the booklet and fell into deep thought.
It's because Su Mo seems to have appeared out of thin air in this world, and no information about him can be found at all.
Although Su Mo had never registered before, the Spirit Hall's intelligence network was enough to thoroughly investigate Su Mo's information.
Su Mo looked at Bibi Dong quietly, his heart pounding with apprehension.
He dared not think about what was written in that booklet. Although his cultivation level was extremely high, anyone who posed a threat to the Spirit Hall would be killed without exception.
Who is your father?
Bibi Dong suddenly asked.
"Su Xing".
Su Mo searched through his memories and finally managed to utter two words.
His memories of his father are extremely limited, and he spends most of his time in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"But is it Su Xing, the son of the Demon Sword Douluo?"
Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, and she asked with a smile.
"Exactly!"
Su Mo answered excitedly.
Seeing Su Mo's excited expression, Bibi Dong fell into deep thought.
According to the Spirit Hall's intelligence network, the Demon Sword Douluo's son was killed by a spirit beast, and his grandson is also missing.
Where have you lived all these years?
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly and asked again.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo felt relieved.
He then recounted his experiences over the years.
"When I was six years old, my grandfather sent me to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, where I was betrothed to the daughter of Sect Master Ning."
"However, at the age of thirteen, due to his low soul power level, he was forced by Ning Fengzhi to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and then entered Shrek Academy."
"But within the academy, he offended Tang Hao's son, Tang San, and was expelled from Shrek Academy by Tang Hao."
"From then on, I became a lonely person. A year ago, I accidentally ate a magical herb, which led to my achievements today."
Su Mo spoke extremely fast, conveying a great deal of information.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Tang Hao? Immortal Herb?"
Hearing these words stirred up a huge wave in Bibi Dong's heart.
This is practically a genius made for him.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Hall have long been at odds, and it's only a matter of time before the two sides go to war.
Tang Hao had a feud with the Spirit Hall many years ago, and Su Mo had a similar feud with it, which increased his affinity for the Spirit Hall.
"A magical herb! Could you describe its appearance in detail?"
Yue Guan couldn't help but ask.
He had a deep understanding of flowers and plants, and only asked the question after hearing Su Mo mention the immortal herb.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo described the appearance of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum.
Yue Guan became increasingly surprised as he listened, for the immortal herb Su Mo spoke of was exactly the same as his own martial soul.
The other elders also looked at him strangely. They even suspected that Su Mo might have known about Yue Guan's martial spirit in advance, which was why he was able to understand it so well.
"Take the highest-grade test crystal."
Bibi Dong's expression became complicated as she spoke to the guard beside her.
A few minutes later, the guard entered the main hall with a red testing crystal and quickly handed it to Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong took the crystal and slowly walked towards Su Mo.
(End of this chapter)