Chapter 39 The Mad Yu Xiaogang, Lin Fan Becomes the Holy Son, the Pure-Blooded Phoenix Egg of Light
A master of unparalleled theory, a holder of the Holy Dragon bloodline, and one of the cornerstones of the Golden Triangle of Wisdom, was actually thrown into a pigsty?!
Tang San sneered inwardly, watching the broken man before him.
But outwardly, he maintained his mask of a devoted disciple, comforting him, "Teacher, don't worry, once you've recovered, we..."
"Recover from your injuries?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, "Hahahahahaha—"
His laughter was manic and shrill, echoing through the small room of Notting Academy. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was already showing signs of losing his mind. The laughter stopped abruptly. He suddenly grabbed Tang San's wrist, his nails almost digging into his flesh, staring intently at him, his voice hoarse like a demon: "Little San, you'll help your teacher, right? You will avenge this humiliation?!"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, feeling the grip of the madman, but his face remained calm as he smiled gently, "Of course, my teacher's kindness to me is immeasurable... I will definitely make them pay."
A twisted hope flickered in his murky eyes, and Yu Xiaogang murmured, "Yes... yes! As long as you can grow up and avenge me! My theory is never wrong, you are a twin martial soul genius, you can definitely reach the top—"
A hint of mockery flashed in Tang San's eyes. He gently withdrew his hand from the pathetic man's grasp, his tone still respectful: "Teacher, please rest well first. I'll go and brew your medicine."
The moment he turned around and walked out of the door, he didn't bother to pretend anymore. His face switched back to a cold, disdainful expression.
'Sigh, I thought I'd found some kind of master... but in the end, he's just a useless person with empty theories who couldn't even protect himself. He'll be sent to a mental hospital sooner or later.' Tang San thought coldly. 'Then no one will know you're my teacher. My dear teacher, you wouldn't want to ruin my future with your filth, would you...?'
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The following day, the coronation ceremony of the Holy Son was even more solemn than the day before. The entire Spirit City was deserted as countless Spirit Masters gathered at the Papal Hall, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the newcomer who had shaken the foundations of their world.
Bibi Dong, dressed in her majestic papal robes and wearing a purple-gold crown, slowly ascended the high platform, scepter in hand. Behind her, Lin Fan followed. Dressed in a white and gold Holy Son's robe, his youthful face possessed a maturity that seemed to defy his six years of age.
"Gentlemen."
Bibi Dong's voice, infused with her immense soul power, traveled throughout the entire venue, reaching every ear in Spirit City. Tens of thousands of people instantly fell silent, the air thick with anticipation.
"As Pope, I have already chosen my successor, and this decision has been reviewed and approved by the Elder Hall." She looked at Lin Fan below the stage, her eyes unusually gentle, a stark contrast to her usual cold majesty. "From this day forward, Lin Fan is hereby appointed as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and the first in line to the Papacy!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in an uproar!
What does the position of the Holy Son signify? It means the future Pope! It means a significant allocation of resources of the entire Spirit Hall! It signifies a status on par with Title Douluos!
A six-year-old Holy Son! The Spirit Hall has never had such a young Holy Son in its history! This made countless young geniuses in the Spirit Hall green with envy, almost to the point of madness. Especially Yan and Xie Yue, members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, clenched their fists until they turned white. They could only watch helplessly as Lin Fan walked step by step onto the high platform.
Lin Fan, with the papal decree hanging at his waist, knelt on one knee under the watchful eyes of the crowd to receive the crown from Bibi Dong.
"Your disciple will certainly live up to your expectations!" he declared loudly, his voice steady.
Bibi Dong personally placed the crown symbolizing his status as a Holy Son on his head, then turned to face the crowd, her voice dignified and solemn: "From this day forward, Holy Son Lin Fan shall be of equal status to an elder. All those in the Spirit Hall shall regard him as if he were their own! Any disrespect to him is disrespect to me!"
The gift-giving ceremony among the various factions began. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was the most generous, presenting a nine-thousand-year-old soul bone. While not a top-tier rare treasure, it was still incredibly valuable. The Star Luo Empire delegation, not wanting to be outdone, presented a pure-blooded Bright Phoenix egg—a treasure that could potentially produce a top-tier avian martial soul or mount.
Bibi Dong looked at the gathered representatives and announced, "There will be a competition banquet for prodigies tonight, where the young talents of various forces can compete against each other."
The main purpose was clear: to gain the respect of the people for Lin Fan and to silence the doubters by showing his strength. These words immediately caused an uproar below. The geniuses were all eager to show off their skills. They all wanted to take this opportunity to defeat Lin Fan and become famous overnight.
Both the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wanted to take this opportunity to give the Spirit Hall a slap in the face! 'Tonight, we're going to humiliate this 6-year-old Holy Son in public!'
After the coronation, the crowd gradually dispersed. Ning Rongrong pouted, looking resentful, and followed Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo back to the residence that their sect had purchased in Spirit City.
This little witch, who was used to being the center of attention, was full of resentment. "Tch, becoming a Holy Son at only 6 years old... I don't know what the Spirit Hall was thinking! What kind of ability can he possibly have?"
Ning Fengzhi rubbed her head helplessly and said gently, "Rongrong, don't underestimate others. Although Lin Fan is young, he must have extraordinary abilities to be valued so much by Bibi Dong and recognized by the elders."
"What's so special about him? He's just lucky. Maybe Bibi Dong chose him because he's cute," Ning Rongrong said, pouting her lips. The more the little witch thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. After all, Lin Fan was fair-skinned and clean-cut. "Perhaps the Pope just wanted a pretty disciple."
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and gently scolded, "Rongrong, don't be so willful. According to our intelligence, he's only 6 years old but already has a cultivation level of 20, possesses a domain, and is suspected to have twin martial souls..."
"Alright, alright, Fengzhi, don't be so serious. Rongrong is just venting." Gu Rong (Bone Douluo) smiled and smoothed things over. "But speaking of which, we can observe him carefully during tonight's competition."
After returning to her residence, while her father and the elders discussed the evening's strategy, the little witch stayed in her room for a while and then found herself extremely bored. With a quick glance to see if anyone was watching, she slipped out.
"Miss, where are you going?" Two Spirit Masters from the sect immediately followed.
"I'm feeling stuffy, I'm going out for some fresh air!" Ning Rongrong waved her hand and walked briskly towards the bustling streets. She weaved through the crowd skillfully and quickly shook off her "tail".
Just as she was smugly preparing to continue her stroll, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—Lin Fan! The little Holy Son walked alone into an exquisite mansion, and the gate closed gently.
Ning Rongrong's curiosity was piqued. She tiptoed closer, discovering that the courtyard wall was not high. "Hmph, I'd like to see what secrets you, Holy Son, have!" The little witch narrowed her eyes, revealing a mischievous smile. After making sure no one was watching, she skillfully climbed over the wall and silently landed behind the bushes.
Ning Rongrong crept closer to the main house.
Through the half-open window, she saw Lin Fan counting the gifts he had received. She was secretly peeking, holding her breath, when she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.
"ROAR!"
A deafening roar, accompanied by a foul stench, swept in.
Startled, she shuddered and fell to the ground with a thud. Her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes filled with tears of terror.
A massive tiger was looming over her. She didn't even notice in her panic that the tiger had a heavy chain around its neck...
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