Matthew Nuo was just about to persuade them further.
But he saw Lin Chuan pulling Tang San along, grabbing the registration badge and gold soul coins, and running off in a flash.
"Goodbye, Master! Goodbye, Deacon Su! We still have to go back to class!"
Watching the two run away, Matthew Nuo stomped his feet anxiously.
"Can't wait! Absolutely can't wait!"
Matthew Nuo turned around, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.
He looked at Su Yuntao and said in a deep voice:
"Yuntao, you've made a great contribution!"
"This matter is too big—so big that even I can't handle it!"
"This information cannot go through normal channels. Reporting layer by layer would be too slow, and it might be intercepted by other forces."
A trace of determination flashed in Matthew Nuo's eyes:
"I will personally go to the Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City!"
"Even if I have to report beyond my rank, even if I get punished, I must deliver this information!"
"As long as Platinum Bishop Salas receives it, we will have achieved an unparalleled merit!"
Su Yuntao looked at the nearly overexcited Matthew Nuo.
He felt both proud and a little fearful.
Goodness… looks like things have really gotten big this time.
...
Xiao Wu was dragged out of the Spirit Hall by Tang San, looking completely confused.
She hadn't even been tested yet!
But these two brothers were each more impressive than the other.
Seeing Xiao Wu so shocked, Tang San couldn't help but feel proud.
He didn't know why, but when he saw Xiao Wu, he felt a strong sense of familiarity.
Maybe he just treated Xiao Wu like a younger sister.
After all, he already had Big Brother Lin Chuan.
Wanting to experience being an older brother and protecting a younger sister seemed quite reasonable!
Meanwhile, Lin Chuan was calculating in his heart:
If the Spirit Hall tries to forcibly recruit me, what kind of development path should I choose?
Should I pursue Hu Liena, or tease Qian Renxue?
...
Heaven Dou Imperial City.
As the political center of the Heaven Dou Empire, its prosperity was far beyond that of a remote town like Notting City.
Among all, the most eye-catching was the Spirit Hall, towering over a hundred meters tall.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in Spirit Hall uniform, was waiting outside the main gate.
The cold wind messed up his carefully groomed beard, but he didn't care at all!
He was Matthew Nuo, the supervisor of the Notting City Spirit Branch Hall.
"Sir Deacon, please report once more. I have extremely urgent confidential intelligence to present to Bishop Salas!"
"It concerns the Spirit Hall's century… no, millennium-long plan!"
Matthew Nuo grabbed the sleeve of the guard at the gate.
The guard shook him off with disgust.
With his nose in the air, he said:
"Old man, I've told you hundreds of times already."
"Bishop Salas is extremely busy. Why would he have time to see someone like you from a rural branch hall?"
"Millennium plan? I think you're just crazy for funding."
Matthew Nuo was so anxious that his face turned red:
"I'm not here for funding! It's about a genius! A peerless genius!"
"There's a twin martial soul in Notting City! A genius whose first soul ring is a thousand years old!"
The guard impatiently pushed him:
"Alright, alright, stop bragging."
"Yesterday someone from Fasno Province claimed they discovered a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form. Turns out it was just a scam for subsidies."
"Go, go, don't block the gate. The bishop's carriage is about to come out."
At that moment, the heavy gilded doors slowly opened.
An extremely luxurious carriage rolled out.
The curtain lifted slightly.
Matthew Nuo, sharp-eyed, immediately saw Salas in his platinum robe!
However, what made his heart sink was—
Salas had a seductive female soul master in his arms.
The two were flirting, not even glancing at Matthew Nuo!
"Heh, so this is what they call being busy with affairs!"
Matthew Nuo seemed to age ten years in an instant.
He didn't try to rush forward to stop the carriage anymore.
That night, Matthew Nuo wrote a long confidential letter.
In it, he detailed Lin Chuan's martial soul characteristics and that unbelievable thousand-year first ring.
He even used his lifelong reputation as a guarantee.
He handed the letter to the messenger window of the Spirit Hall—it was his last hope.
However—
What Matthew Nuo didn't know was that the very next day after he left—
Inside the Spirit Hall's intelligence processing room—
A young, arrogant secretary in red robes casually flipped through the reports submitted from below.
"Notting City? What could possibly happen in such a worthless place?"
He glanced at the first three lines and let out a sneer!
"First soul ring is a thousand years? Blue Silver Grass martial soul? Haha! Twin martial soul?"
"How much fake wine did this old man drink to make up such a story? These branch supervisors nowadays will say anything just to boost their annual performance."
"This is utterly ridiculous! If I submit this nonsense, Bishop Salas will skin me alive."
With a flick of his wrist—
The letter was tossed directly into the trash bin beside the desk.
Mixed together with garbage reports like "a certain soul master claims to have seen a miracle of the Angel God."
...
Three months later.
Notting City Spirit Hall.
Matthew Nuo sat at his desk, staring out the window, his eyes empty.
No reply.
No special envoy.
Not even a word of reprimand.
What does that mean?
It means his letter was like a stone thrown into the ocean—not even a ripple.
Matthew Nuo clenched his fists tightly:
"This rotten system! This arrogant upper class!"
"The Spirit Hall… is truly sick!"
"Master Matthew Nuo, are you alright?"
Su Yuntao pushed the door open. Seeing Matthew Nuo in such a dazed state, his heart skipped a beat:
"Still no news from above?"
Matthew Nuo shook his head:
"Yuntao, we were too naive. In the eyes of those big figures, our words aren't even worth a fart."
Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed in Su Yuntao's eyes.
But soon, that anger turned into something called ambition.
He walked up to Matthew Nuo and lowered his voice:
"Master, since those blind fools above don't believe us, then we won't rely on them!"
"What do you mean?"
Matthew Nuo looked up.
Su Yuntao rubbed his hands, thinking, My chance has come!
His eyes gleamed as he said:
"Master Matthew Nuo, think about it—Lin Chuan is like a true dragon still stuck in shallow waters."
"If we give him a sip of water now, when he soars to the heavens, will he forget our kindness?"
"If the higher-ups won't give resources, we'll provide them ourselves!"
"You're the supervisor, I'm the deacon. We can't compare to the wealth of the main hall."
"But in Notting City, we're still local kings!"
"We'll raise Lin Chuan like a junior! We'll pour all our savings and connections into him!"
"This is the greatest investment of our lives!"
"As long as Lin Chuan rises, even if he remembers just one ten-thousandth of our kindness—"
"The scraps from his fingernails will be enough for us to benefit endlessly!"
"Then let that old bastard Salas regret it!"
Listening to Su Yuntao, Matthew Nuo's once lifeless heart suddenly began to beat violently again.
That's right!
Why should they hand over this immense credit to others?
If the higher-ups don't value it, that's their loss!
Instead, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity given to them by fate!
To monopolize this opportunity!
Matthew Nuo slammed the table and stood up.
A blazing fire rekindled in his eyes:
"Let's do it!"
"Yuntao, you're right! Those blind fools don't deserve Lin Chuan!"
"From today on, Lin Chuan is my own grandson!"
"Whoever dares to treat him poorly, I'll fight them to the death!"
"I'll bring out my treasured hundred-year blood ginseng!"
"And my retirement savings in gold soul coins—I'll take it all out!"