Su Yuntao happily pocketed the gold card and replied, "Yes, Master, yes."
He thought for a moment, "There's a girl who awakened a food-type lemon, with level 2.5 soul power, and a boy who was born with full soul power, but unfortunately his martial soul underwent a malignant mutation."
"Born with full soul power!"
Matthew immediately searched through the files, "Dongfang Jing, born with full soul power, his martial soul is a broken mirror?"
"Yes, just some broken mirror fragments. It's truly a pity. It's a pity, it took quite a long time to awaken this child, but in the end... I can only say it was bad luck."
After explaining, Su Yuntao also looked regretful and said, "I've extended invitations to these two children. The girl will join our Spirit Hall, and the boy said he needs to go back and discuss it with his family."
Hearing this, Matthew frowned deeply.
"If a Martial Soul undergoes a malignant mutation, generally speaking, the innate Soul Power will also be affected to some extent."
He slowly stroked his beard. "But there are exceptions, and this child might be one."
Su Yuntao nodded in agreement, sharing the same view, and then asked, "Master Matthew, what do you think this child will achieve in the future?"
The old man slowly shook his head. "It's hard to say. In that case, I will report this child's situation to His Holiness the Bishop and let him make a decision."
"Yes, that would be best. I hope that the child will be appreciated and join our Spirit Hall in the future; that would be a great joy." Su Yuntao said with a smile.
At the intersection of the two major territories of Tian Dou Xing Luo, there is a hill.
A hexagonal city, its walls entirely constructed of granite, is built around this hill.
This is the holy land that all Soul Masters yearn for—Spirit City.
Halfway up the hill, that magnificent, golden building is the Papal Palace.
Inside the hall,a woman wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown and a magnificent black robe inlaid with gold patterns, exuding nobility and maturity, reclined on a jeweled chair at the top of the jade steps.
This was Pope Bibi Dong.
She lowered her eyes, listening quietly to the reports from the two kneeling figures below.
One was dressed in white, with a bewitching face.
Beside him was a blurry black shadow, his true appearance obscured.
These two were none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.
"Your Majesty, all the original members of the Linfeng City branch have been wiped out, and the Fallen forces hiding within the city have been eradicated. Our casualties and losses among Soul Masters are minimal and negligible."
Gui Mei's voice was hoarse and low, sending a chill down one's spine.
"Hmm."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly, then turned to look at Yue Guan.
Yue Guan lowered his head slightly and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the news has spread, and there are many different opinions about this matter. I believe people will forget about it soon."
His voice was high-pitched and thin, sounding very much like a woman's.
After a brief silence, Bibi Dong, sitting upright on her high seat, spoke calmly, her voice gentle yet imposing.
"Elder Ju, Elder Gui, you have done very well. Thank you for your hard work. The new members sent to guard the Linfeng City branch must be strictly selected to prevent a similar incident from happening again. I will need your help in selecting these members, and I will personally reward you both afterwards."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" the two replied respectfully.
"Hmm, by the way, among the commoners who awakened this year, are there any talents worth cultivating?"
"Your Majesty, aside from those from Linfeng City, there aren't many commoners with innate soul power this year. The martial souls they awakened are all the most ordinary and common ones. A few with slightly higher innate soul power have also chosen to join our Spirit Hall."
"Very good. The Spirit Hall needs the addition of this fresh blood."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly, shifting her position in her seat and continuing to prop her head up. "Although the possibility is slim, if Linfeng City really does produce a genius that is once in a thousand years, report to me immediately and at the same time, do your best to recruit him into the Spirit Hall! But if he refuses..."
At the end, her voice turned cold, and she glanced at Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo: "You know what to do. Alright, you two may leave."
"Yes!"
Night fell on Winchester City, and in the bathroom of the Seven Treasures Inn,a hiss came from inside.
Dongfang Jing had injured his arms and shoulders in Sunset Forest, making it extremely inconvenient for him to do some large movements, such as rubbing his back. Any movement would aggravate his wound.
Looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his skin wrapped in white bandages, he recalled the scene of absorbing the spirit ring.
Although the absorption process was excruciating, once he suppressed and stabilized the raging spirit power, aside from changes in his height and skeletal structure, he felt extremely comfortable.
Meanwhile, his wounds had even healed somewhat.
Otherwise, with that much blood loss, he wouldn't have been able to leave the forest alive.
High risk, high reward.
Dongfang Jing's absorption of a spirit ring beyond his level greatly enhanced his strength.
Not only did his spirit power break through to level 17 in one go, but his control over his martial spirit also improved.
His first spirit skill was called 'Sharpening'.
It possessed the characteristics of instantaneous burst damage, accelerated sprint, and low spirit power consumption.
When Dongfang Jing used his spirit skill, his mirror image would also use it.
The combination of the two was enough to produce an effect greater than the sum of its parts!
"Heh, if it weren't for the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors, I would have already perished in the jaws of a leopard, and how could I be here today?" The young man chuckled, somewhat self-deprecatingly.
Then he stopped thinking about it and focused on bathing.
However, he was shocked to find a crack on his palm.
The shape of this crack was like a perfectly intact mirror that had been struck in the corner with a stone.
Then, a spiderweb of fine cracks would spread across the mirror's surface.
Dongfang Jing rubbed his eyes.
Looking again, there was no crack at all.
"Am I seeing things?"
Just then, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
The boy was startled, instinctively becoming alert and covering his private parts.
He had been so careless; he had forgotten to lock the door!
Turning his head, he saw Dongfang Yao and lowered his guard.
He saw her cautiously push the door open a crack.
"What's wrong?"
"Brother, let me help you scrub your back."
The sensible little girl warmed Dongfang Jing's heart.
Indeed, he was in a very uncomfortable state right now. So he didn't refuse and smiled, "Okay, I'll scrub your back after you're done."
"Mmm."
The little girl's voice was soft and sweet.
Dongfang Jing was an orphan in his past life, and in this life, he truly understood the joy of having a younger sister.
'However, I've heard that all younger sisters call each other "brother" when they're little, then "hey" when they're older, and then, when they're adults, they call out with a look of disgust, "Old Deng, give me some coins?"'
Thinking of that scene, Dongfang Jing straightened his back.
That would be terrible.
But when he looked up at the petite figure in the mirror, diligently scrubbing his back, Dongfang Jing's lips curled into a slight smile.
Hmm.
My Yao'er definitely won't turn out like that.
Splash!
A basin of warm water was poured over the boy's back, washing away the dirt.
"Brother, it's my turn."
"Go warm yourself up first."
"Okay."
Dongfang Yao jumped directly into the bathtub, floating comfortably on the water, humming a song.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star~"
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