. In front of the Papal Palace in Martial Soul City,
everyone stared at Jiang Hao, who possessed innate full soul power, their expressions momentarily stiffening. His Martial Soul was powerful enough, but his soul power was innate full power—were they even allowed to live?
Qian Daoliu slowly composed himself, took a few steps forward, and said, "No one is allowed to spread what happened today. Anyone who does will bear the consequences."
Everyone's expressions immediately tightened. Who dared to question Qian Daoliu's words? They all nodded hurriedly in agreement. Seeing
this, Qian Daoliu's expression softened slightly, and he continued, "Jiang Hao, come in with me." With that, Qian Daoliu strode confidently ahead of the others.
Jiang Hao greeted everyone and followed closely behind.
Soon, the two were inside the Papal Palace. The palace doors closed, leaving only Qian Daoliu and Jiang Hao inside. The palace
was tall, spacious, cold, and silent.
This was Jiang Hao's impression of the Papal Palace at this moment. The palace was adorned with glazed jade and purple-gold roof beams, and milky-white marble stretched to the horizon. The highest platform was lavishly decorated, shimmering and dazzling, the throne symbolizing supreme power radiating golden light, filled with sacred majesty.
This wasn't Jiang Hao's first time in the Papal Palace, but each visit felt different.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu turned around, his face solemn, and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Hao, release your martial spirit."
Jiang Hao obediently nodded, forcibly suppressing his inner excitement, and took a slight step back.
The next moment, a faint fluctuation of soul power suddenly appeared in the Papal Palace. Then, Jiang Hao's figure vanished into thin air in a strange distortion, disappearing without a trace.
Qian Daoliu's solemn expression changed, turning to astonishment, his face unable to maintain its composure.
"Disappeared?" Qian Daoliu murmured softly.
Then, a golden spiritual force probed out, seemingly searching for Jiang Hao's whereabouts.
Qian Daoliu's golden eyes flashed with shock, confusion, and a host of other emotions.
"What kind of martial soul is this?" Qian Daoliu asked in a daze.
Just five seconds later, Jiang Hao's figure slowly reappeared on the spot, forming a faint shadow behind him.
"I named it—Shadow Demon," Jiang Hao said.
"Shadow Demon, like a shadow and a demon, formless and intangible, not bad," Qian Daoliu pondered.
"Based on my many years of experience, your Shadow Martial Soul has no attributes," Qian Daoliu said.
"What? My martial soul has no attributes? Then my martial soul is practically useless, I..." Jiang Hao stammered, his expression somewhat dejected. He had thought he had awakened an amazing martial soul, but it turned out to be a useless one.
"Don't rush, let me finish."
"Normally, a Soul Master who awakens a Shadow Martial Soul will have a shadow imbued with some kind of natural element. For example, a shadow of fire, water, or lightning. But your Martial Soul has no attribute. In other words, your Martial Soul has higher compatibility and malleability," Qian Daoliu explained.
"Compatibility? Malleability? What are those?" Jiang Hao asked, puzzled.
"Your Soul Power is at the innate full Soul Power level ten, which means you can at least reach the Title Douluo realm in the future. Therefore, your choice of Soul Rings is crucial. Although your Shadow Martial Soul has no attribute, if you choose Soul Rings of different attributes, you will possess Soul Skills of multiple attributes, thus increasing your Martial Soul's potential," Qian Daoliu said.
Jiang Hao thought for a moment, "That's right, although my Martial Soul doesn't have any attributes, it can accommodate many attributes.
" "Moreover, you have a special talent," Qian Daoliu said meaningfully.
"A special talent?" Jiang Hao looked puzzled. Me, Jiang Hao, a special talent? Suddenly, Jiang Hao remembered. Could it be...?
"It seems you've remembered."
"That's right, it's the invisibility characteristic of your martial soul. Once you become invisible, no soul power or spiritual power can detect your trace, and it ignores soul power level. Even I can't see through you." Qian Daoliu's tone was full of envy.
"What? Even Your Holiness the Pope can't detect you?" Jiang Hao said in surprise.
"Yes, only a Soul Master exceptionally skilled in spiritual power, or one whose Martial Soul shares the same origin as yours, could detect it. However, there are few in this world with spiritual power stronger than mine, so you can rest assured," Qian Daoliu said.
Jiang Hao nodded, then continued to ask, "Your Holiness, how should I cultivate my Martial Soul from now on?"
"Do you know? Your talent is perfectly suited to be an assassin; you could be called the king of the night. From now on, you will cultivate with me. I will teach you meticulously and not waste your talent."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao's entire body became excited, almost shouting, but he held back.
Jiang Hao then knelt down with a 'thud,' respectfully calling him 'Teacher.'
Seeing this, Qian Daoliu smiled with satisfaction. "From now on, you will be my student. I have never taken on a disciple in my entire life; you are the first."
"My name is Qian Daoliu, one of the three great level 99 peerless Douluo of this era, the Angel Douluo. The Spirit Hall was founded by our Angel family and has a history of ten thousand years."
"The mission of the Spirit Hall is to protect the Douluo Continent, suppress evil spirit masters, and maintain peace on the continent. Hao'er, you must remember this." Qian Daoliu said.
Jiang Hao nodded vigorously. "Teacher, I understand." Jiang Hao hadn't expected the Pope to be a level 99 peerless Douluo; in his mind, a titled Douluo was already extremely powerful.
"Let me tell you something else. The one who saved you back then was my son. His name is—Qian Xunji. He is my only son, but he made a ten-year pact with me and went to the continent alone to train. He will return in ten years." Qian Daoliu dropped a bombshell.
"What?" Now it was Jiang Hao's turn to be shocked. He had suspected before that his older brother might have some connection with their teacher, but he never expected him to be their teacher's son.
At the same time, Jiang Hao thought to himself: Ten years? Big brother, I will definitely cultivate hard, and you'll be amazed when you come back.
"Teacher, can I get a spirit ring now?" The thought of becoming a spirit master by obtaining a spirit ring filled Jiang Hao with uncontrollable joy.
Qian Daoliu had already considered this, and immediately smiled, saying,
"Don't rush this. Your current physical strength is far from its peak, so I've decided to train your physique first. Once you reach a suitable level, I'll take you to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for suitable spirit rings. During this time, I can also make some plans for your future development."
"Okay, teacher, I'll listen to you," Jiang Hao said with a smile.
In the following days, Qian Daoliu focused on training Jiang Hao's physical strength. Every day, someone would wake him up very early for morning lessons.
The morning lessons consisted of carrying a stone on one's back, running from the top of Spirit Mountain to the bottom and back again.
One could slow down along the way, but could not stop to rest.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were prepared by a chef specially hired by the Spirit Hall, ensuring ample nutrition—after all, a full stomach is essential for work.
The morning sessions mainly involved systematically teaching Jiang Hao various theoretical knowledge, common sense about the Spirit Master world, and information about the types, levels, and acquisition of Spirit Rings from Spirit Beasts.
In the afternoon, Qian Daoliu specially invited an agility-type Spirit Master skilled in stealth to train Jiang Hao. This Spirit Master was very dedicated, diligently instructing Jiang Hao in
agility training combined with corresponding movement techniques and various tools, aiming to improve Jiang Hao's stealth abilities
and enhance his physical agility.
This type of training was very rare; even ordinary agility-type Spirit Masters seldom used it.
However, Jiang Hao didn't raise any questions and continued to study diligently, which Qian Daoliu greatly appreciated.
Even in the evening, Jiang Hao didn't rest but instead actively browsed books in the Spirit Hall library. The books there contained the Spirit Hall's collection spanning tens of thousands of years, their value not to be underestimated. Jiang Hao
's days were filled with activities, and he felt his strength rapidly improving, finding each day fulfilling. (End of Chapter)