Tang San wasn't blinded by self-interest. Instead, he countered with a question, "Right now, I'm more curious—your strength is undoubtedly formidable. As a Twin Spirits Soul Master with fifteen Soul Rings, even if you haven't reached the Titled Douluo level, ordinary Titled Douluo would likely be no match for you. What goal could you possibly have that still requires someone else's help?"
The Clear Sky Sect, the Clear Sky Douluo. There were very few things in this world that even required the assistance of the Clear Sky Douluo to accomplish.
At this moment, Tang San was even more intrigued—what grand ambition did this extraordinary woman with Twin Spirits have?
"Kill the Pope, Qian Xun Ji." Bibi Dong's expression darkened horrifically, her eyes brimming with murderous intent. An uncontrollable killing aura seemed ready to burst forth, especially when she uttered the name "Qian Xun Ji"—it was spoken through gritted teeth, as if she bore some deep-seated hatred.
Hearing these words, Tang San was so shocked that he froze in place, utterly dumbfounded.
If there were a ranking for the most difficult tasks in the world, assassinating the Pope of the Spirit Hall would undoubtedly be in the top three.
Not only was Qian Xun Ji personally a Titled Douluo with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, but he was also the Pope of the Spirit Hall—an object of worship for countless Soul Masters. Who would dare lay a finger on him?
And the most challenging part? Qian Xun Ji was the only son of the Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, a ninety-ninth rank powerhouse. Who in this world had the ability to kill the Pope? Even if the Upper Three Sects mobilized all their forces, it would still be impossible!
"Pfft—HAHAHAHAHA!" Tang San suddenly burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.
Bibi Dong's voice turned icy. "Is this funny?"
Tang San wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and said, "No, I'm not mocking you for overestimating yourself. Rather, I feel that the heavens have been kind to me, allowing me to encounter such a situation."
"What a coincidence—our Clear Sky Sect isn't too fond of Qian Xun Ji remaining Pope either."
The previous Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Chen, had once been on good terms with the Spirit Hall's Qian Daoliu, even joining forces to explore Sea God Island. At that time, the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall weren't exactly allies, but they were at least quite amicable. So, the question was—when did the Upper Three Sects begin to feel threatened by the Spirit Hall and form an alliance?
Answer: When Qian Xun Ji became Pope.
Just as Tang San had once debated with Qian Renxue, he believed the Spirit Hall's ambitions had now swelled to the point where their desire to wage a war of unification was blatantly obvious. Qian Renxue, however, insisted that the Spirit Hall was righteous.
Their differing views weren't a matter of right or wrong—they were simply looking at different points in time.
The Spirit Hall had existed since ancient times, upholding principles of justice and aiding human Soul Masters. Even Tang Hao and others wouldn't deny that the Spirit Hall of the past was a truly righteous organization, healing the sick and helping the needy without seeking reward.
Everything changed after Qian Daoliu stepped down and Qian Xun Ji became Pope. Qian Xun Ji's ambitions and methods unsettled the Upper Three Sects, leading to their alliance and the current state of affairs.
Tang San's tone shifted. "I can help you. However, my father and the Clear Sky Sect will not assist you in dealing with Qian Xun Ji and Qian Daoliu."
Bibi Dong replied, "Fine. First, you'll need to investigate some matters for me. Only then will I tell you the method to avoid self-destruction with Twin Spirits."
Tang San slowly approached Bibi Dong, extended his hand, and smiled, saying, "Pleasure working with you."
Bibi Dong's delicate hand shook Tang San's, sealing their cooperation.
Suddenly, Tang San remembered something and asked, "By the way, I still don't know your name."
"Bibi Dong."
After discussing some matters with Bibi Dong, Tang San didn't linger in Angel City. Instead, he left this heavenly marvel through the Teleportation Gate Soul Tool.
With a hum, Tang San was spat out by the Angel Gate, returning to his original location.
"Fascinating. I never expected the Spirit Hall to be so intriguing. Hiding in the Clear Sky Sect, I'd never encounter such things—someone with Twin Spirits who has already cultivated fifteen Soul Rings." Standing before the Angel Gate, Tang San couldn't help but marvel.
Indeed, the Clear Sky Sect's traditional methods for educating its heirs had their merits. A Soul Master must venture out to gain experience, not solely rely on the sect's protection. Barely out, and already he'd stumbled upon such an interesting affair.
However, as Tang San was lost in thought, footsteps approached from behind. The Old Missionary's voice emerged from the white mist, "Hmm? Have you given up so quickly?"
Hearing the Old Missionary's voice, Tang San turned to see him emerging from the mist, his left hand holding a roasted duck leg and his right clutching a jug of wine, his mouth greasy from eating.
Seeing Tang San standing there dumbfounded, the Old Missionary shook his head helplessly. "I was only gone for a meal and a drink, and you've already lost heart. Won't you try a little harder?"
Tang San remained unfazed by the Old Missionary's words. He hadn't just pushed open the Angel Gate—he'd entered Angel City beyond it. Yet, he had no intention of revealing what lay inside to the Old Missionary. Cupping his hands respectfully, he said, "This junior knows his limitations. I lack the ability to pass the Holy Academy's entrance exam. Might there be another way to gain admission?"
The Old Missionary waved his hand impatiently. "No, none at all."
Tang San smiled knowingly and, very 'understandingly,' pulled ten gold coins from his pouch, carefully placing them into the Old Missionary's hand. He whispered, "Can you think of a way?"
"Ahem." The Old Missionary discreetly pocketed the coins and grinned. "Well, there might be a way. Although the Spirit Academy is divided into three branches—the Branch Academy, the Main Academy, and the Holy Academy—the Branch and Main Academies have promotion mechanisms. Especially the Branch Academy. Since most Soul Masters can't afford the Main Academy's thousand-gold tuition, they hold annual exams to give ordinary Soul Masters a chance. Rank in the top ten of the Branch Academy, and you can advance to the Main Academy. The same goes for the Main Academy—top ten there, and you're promoted to the Holy Academy."
Tang San asked, "Doesn't the Spirit Academy have age restrictions for admission? Doesn't that mean anyone can advance?"
The Old Missionary shook his head. "While any Soul Master can enroll in the Spirit Academy, the study period is limited to four years. If your Soul Power isn't sufficient to qualify for a position in the Spirit Hall within that time, you'll be marked as having completed your studies rather than graduated."
Tang San suddenly understood. "So, I don't actually need to pass the Holy Academy's entrance exam to get in?"
"Yes, but it will take at least a year. Three days from now, you can directly participate in the Branch Academy's promotion exam. This is an opportunity Spirit Academy provides for Soul Masters across the land to secure a better future. As long as you rank within the top ten, you can advance to the Main Academy. After one year, you'll be eligible to take the Holy Academy promotion exam."
Tang San looked at the Old Missionary with some surprise and asked, "Your Spirit Hall truly has the welfare of all Soul Masters at heart."
The Old Missionary revealed a hint of pride as he smiled and said, "Hah, needless to say. Our Spirit Hall has always prioritized protecting Soul Masters and developing Martial Souls."
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