madnovel Chapter 55 Please have Su Chen be my Holy Son of the Spirit Hall
Chapter 55 Please have Su Chen be my Holy Son of the Spirit Hall
Chapter 55 Please have Su Chen be my Holy Son of the Spirit Hall
"Elder Yin, what's wrong? Could it be that you're not even as good as the ten core competencies of a martial soul?"
"Light Feather Douluo said, arms crossed."
He never believed that Su Chen could produce any theoretical research. This kind of thing is not like talent, which is innate. It requires a lot of time, systematic learning, and even experience to accumulate and learn through trial and error.
He's only six years old, what kind of knowledge could he possibly have?
Unless you studied this in your past life and remembered it in this one.
Thinking of something amusing, he couldn't help but glance at Su Chen and laughed, "Old Yin, just say it. I think our number one genius can handle it, hahaha."
"Shut up, be quiet!"
A furious shout echoed throughout the hall, and it was none other than the old man known as Elder Yin.
He waved his hand impatiently, continuing to stare intently at the paper in his hand, muttering something to himself.
The laughter of the Light Feather Douluo stopped abruptly, and his handsome face immediately became somewhat distorted.
Damn it, this old bastard, if I weren't acquainted with the old Pope, I would have killed you.
Elder Yin's sudden outburst of anger caused a stir in the hall, but the next moment, they realized something, and their expressions changed. They looked at the stack of papers with some surprise and uncertainty, as well as at Su Chen, who remained completely calm.
etc.
Could there really be something there?
Chrysanthemum Douluo clenched his fists, trembling slightly with excitement. Bibi Dong appeared calm, but in reality, she gripped the Pope's scepter tightly with nervousness.
Guangling's expression also turned gloomy.
He looked at the two soul bones and suddenly had a bad feeling.
For a moment, only the sound of turning pages filled the magnificent hall.
All eyes were focused on the old man's hands.
Splash!
Old Yin flipped through the pages faster and faster, his expression becoming increasingly complex.
Hesitation, shock, disbelief, and emotion flickered across his face, making everyone's hearts pound.
This was the first time in so many years that they had seen such a rich array of expressions on this old man's face.
"call"
Finally, amidst everyone's anticipation, the old man finished reading all the pages and let out a long sigh of relief.
"How is it? Does it meet the standards of the ten core competitive advantages of a martial soul?"
If one truly possesses the level of the ten core competencies of a martial spirit, this matter can be barely overlooked.
After all, Su Chen is only six years old, and it's already quite amazing for a six-year-old to have this level of skill.
As for what was said earlier, that's definitely not true. Kids are kids, it's normal for them to talk nonsense.
But if it's just a fabrication, then even a god couldn't save Su Chen.
But under everyone's gaze, Old Master Yin shook his head.
"What?!"
The impatient old man opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only sigh and give Bibi Dong a helpless look.
They've tried their best, but this kid isn't even that good yet he's so arrogant, so no one can save him.
The others also shook their heads in disappointment.
I thought there was something big going on, but this is all?
Why do you make such expressive faces?
"Hahaha, I knew it!"
Compared to others' disappointment, Light Feather Douluo felt a huge weight lifted from his heart and burst into hearty laughter. "About this..."
"What's the rush? I haven't finished speaking yet."
Old Yin rolled his eyes, completely ignoring the stiff and ugly-looking Light Feather Douluo. He took a deep breath, his aged eyes filled with fervor as he looked at the paper in his hand and reverently raised it.
"The Ten Core Competencies of a Martial Soul are not even worthy of shining its shoes. I believe this is the foundation upon which my Martial Soul Hall will be passed down for hundreds, thousands, and even tens of thousands of years!!"
"With it, the Spirit Hall's strength will be sufficient to dominate the continent within the next ten to twenty years!!"
The old man's hands trembled with excitement as he knelt down, his eyes fixed intently on Bibi Dong.
"Your Majesty, I propose that Su Chen be bestowed the title of Holy Son of our Spirit Hall!"
What?!
Old Yin's sudden outburst of fervor startled everyone, who stared in utter shock at the old man kneeling on the ground.
Do you know what you're saying?
How could something created by a six-year-old child become the foundation of my Spirit Hall for ten thousand years, or even allow us to dominate the continent for twenty years?
They even want to crown Su Chen as a holy son?
If this person weren't Elder Yin, they would definitely think he was a madman.
No, even if he is Elder Yin, he looks like a complete madman now!
"Please get up first."
Even Bibi Dong was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, but in an instant, her strong mental fortitude made her realize that the little guy must have come up with something extraordinary.
Indeed, only you will never let me down.
His Holiness the Pope's heart pounded, and he was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.
She forced herself to calm down, tapped her scepter lightly, and a gentle surge of soul power helped Elder Yin to his feet. "Take your time, there's no rush."
The latter stood up, glanced at the stunned crowd, and snorted coldly.
"I know you all think I'm crazy, right? Third brother, fourth brother, come and see for yourselves. You'll understand after you see it."
He waved, but there was no response.
"Third and fourth sons!"
Old Yin frowned and shouted angrily. The two old men seemed to wake up from a dream, swallowed and looked at each other, then quickly stepped forward and took the paper from Old Yin's hand with trembling hands.
A moment later, the two were breathing heavily, their faces flushed, waving their hands excitedly, "This, this is simply..."
"God bless my Spirit Hall!!!"
"The foundation for all ages! The foundation for all ages!!"
"The Holy Son! He must become the Holy Son! If Su Chen doesn't become the Holy Son, I'll be the first to object!!"
The two were shouting and yelling like madmen, their rapid breathing causing them to cough incessantly, making one wonder if they would faint at any moment.
Is this really that exaggerated?
So what exactly is it?
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the stack of papers, and they felt their mouths dry and their throats itchy.
It's somewhat understandable that Old Yin was mentally unstable on his own, but it's highly unlikely that all three of them were mentally unstable.
"Let me see too!!"
Finally, someone couldn't resist rushing forward, quickly glancing at it, and then their eyes widened in shock.
"this"
"hiss--!!"
Several high-ranking officials, itching with excitement, rushed forward, shouting and yelling, and looking at Su Chen as if he were a monster.
No, "monster" is not enough to describe it.
"A holy child has descended from the heavens! This is absolutely a holy child descended from the heavens!!!"
"That's right, otherwise how could such a thing have come into being!"
More and more people approached, and they all began to become somewhat frenzied. It wasn't until a staunch supporter of the Light Feather Douluo approached and his expression began to change drastically that the Light Feather Douluo finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"show me!"
He could no longer contain his anxiety. His soul power surged, and he reached out to take it, but unexpectedly, several figures blocked his way.
"What do you mean?"
Guang Ling's face was cold as he squinted at the old man blocking his way, especially the one in the lead.
Mr. Yin!
"I'm sorry, Lord Guangling, this is the origin of the Spirit Hall's eternal foundation. You have a history of attacking the Holy Son, so it's best if you stay away from this."
The old man showed no fear and stepped forward without hesitation, his withered chest pressing against the old man's chest, as if to say, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
"you!!"
Light Feather Douluo was so angry he almost spat blood. He pointed angrily at Su Chen, "He's not even the Holy Son yet! And how do I know if you've joined forces?"
But before he could finish speaking, he realized he had made a foolish mistake.
If Bibi Dong had the ability to get all these people to act with her, would he even have a chance to appear on screen?
"Let me see, and I promise I won't lay a hand on you!"
He gritted his teeth and patiently explained, "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. Besides, even if I ruin it, that kid can still write it, right?"
"Oh well."
Old Yin took a step back, thought about it, and it did seem to make sense. Hesitantly, he handed the paper in his hand to him, saying, "Be careful, don't damage it."
Holy crap!
Guangling Douluo almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, closed his eyes, nodded, and took the paper.
At that moment, he felt utterly humiliated.
As a retainer of the Spirit Hall, when have I ever been so doubted and humiliated?
But he endured it for the sake of what he had!
"I'll see what you're capable of."
Guangling squinted, scanned the area up and down, and was immediately stunned.
At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his mind went blank for a moment.
As a veteran Title Douluo, Guang Ling immediately recognized that this was an extremely complete cultivation method.
Moreover, it's the kind of cultivation method that completely surpasses the efficiency of the Spirit Hall's existing cultivation methods!
(End of this chapter)