11: Chapter 11.11: Angry Beibei. What do you mean, "Where did I come from, you mixed-breed?"

Lu Jing felt his chest tighten under the sudden burst of pressure from Qian Daoliu. Seeing the other party's instantly gloomy expression, he looked completely bewildered.

"Is... is there a problem?" He asked, frowning, not understanding why a casual remark had caused such a huge reaction from this mysterious expert.

Spirit Hall has been gone for a long time; isn't that common knowledge on the Douluo Continent?

If it were the period right after Spirit Hall's destruction, it would be understandable. After all, Spirit Hall had been rooted in the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years, with influence spreading across the entire Douluo Continent. It would be reasonable for some people and factions to be unwilling to accept that outcome. But the problem is, ten thousand damn years have passed!

There are still people who can't accept it? That's ridiculous!

Qian Daoliu stared at him with golden eyes, his tone carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression: "Why did you say 'if Spirit Hall still existed'? Spirit Hall is currently standing perfectly fine in the center of the continent, governing the order of the Spirit Master's world. How is it 'not there'?"

As the High Priest of Spirit Hall and the Angel God's spokesperson in the mortal realm, he had finally come out for a trip, happily bringing his granddaughter to obtain her third spirit ring. He never dreamed that he would hear something so jaw-dropping.

"What?"

Lu Jing was completely stunned, suspecting he had misheard. He instinctively looked at Bei Bei, the man in black, and Wang Donger, only to find that all three of them were also frowning, their faces filled with confusion.

Wait, buddy, did you not wake up properly this morning?

Hearing this, Bei Bei couldn't help but speak up: "Senior, did you remember wrong? Spirit Hall was destroyed by the two great Empires working together ten thousand years ago. Now, only the four great Empires—Heavenly Soul, Dou Ling, Star Luo, and Sun Moon—stand on the continent. Where would there be a Spirit Hall?"

The man in black also nodded in agreement: "That's right, the history books state it clearly. The last Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, was killed by the ancestor Tang San, and the Angel God, Qian Renxue, also vanished. From then on, Spirit Hall completely disappeared into the river of history."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue, and Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen changed completely.

Especially Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue.

At this moment, the air pressure around Qian Daoliu was terrifyingly low, and turbulent waves surged within his golden eyes. The girl beside him was Qian Renxue, who was alive and well right now; how did she become a vanished Angel God?

As for Bibi Dong, although she had ambition, she was still holding down the fort at Spirit Hall. Where did this "being killed" come from?

And who the hell is this ancestor Tang San? He had never heard of such a person in the Spirit Master's world before.

Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly, biting her teeth in secret. Every word these people said felt like needles stabbing into her heart—Spirit Hall destroyed? Her own fall? This was simply a fantasy, pure nonsense.

Also, why did this person say she was the Angel God? Where did this information even come from? How come she, the person herself, didn't know about it?

Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen was also stunned. Although he disagreed with Spirit Hall's politics, he knew how massive Spirit Hall's current influence was. How could it have been destroyed ten thousand years ago? What on earth were these people spouting nonsense about?

"You..." Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of imperceptible trembling as he asked: "You say Spirit Hall was destroyed ten thousand years ago?"

Lu Jing nodded, his tone certain: "Yes, it's been over ten thousand years. It's written in the introductory textbooks for children nowadays. Haven't you read them?"

Watching the reactions of the three, Lu Jing suddenly had an absurd thought—could these people have run out from some isolated mountain ravine? They didn't even know this basic history?

Qian Daoliu didn't pursue the matter of Spirit Hall any further. His gaze suddenly shifted to Lu Jing, or more accurately, fell upon the dark power faintly circulating around him.

A talent who could suppress the light and holiness of a Seraphim, and who had also absorbed a spirit ring—such a genius must be recruited into Spirit Hall.

He suddenly looked at Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen and asked in a deep voice: "Sect Master Yu, is this kid's Spirit your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"

Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen was taken aback and hurriedly examined Bei Bei carefully.

He discovered that it did indeed carry the characteristics of a dragon-type Spirit, especially the thunder power that occasionally leaked out, which was extremely similar to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"This..."

Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen frowned and said, somewhat puzzled: "It looks like it, but also not quite. Our clan's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit has always been pure and overbearing; there has never been one that contains such an aura of light. And... I have never seen this child before; there is no such person in the clan."

He had been in charge of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for many years. He had seen all the clan members, regardless of their talent, and it was absolutely impossible for him to have missed a youth with a dragon-type Spirit.

The only one who might have had an aura of light would be his own son, Yu Xiaogang, but the Spirit he possessed was separated from his body.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Bei Bei for a moment before he said slowly: "It is indeed not a pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon; it seems... mutated."

Listening to the two's conversation, Bei Bei instinctively released his Spirit. Blue-purple thunder condensed in his palm, vaguely forming the shape of a dragon claw, but the edges of that dragon claw shimmered with a faint golden light, exuding a sense of holiness.

"Yes."

Bei Bei nodded and explained: "This junior's Spirit is the Holy Dragon of Light, mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."

"Holy Dragon of Light?"

Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened. He stepped forward, staring intently at Bei Bei's Spirit, his tone filled with incredulous anger as he said: "How could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon mutate into such a thing? Who are your parents? Where on earth did this crossbreed come from?!"

The dignified number one Beast Spirit in the world relied on absorbing thunder power to restrain enemies and evil Spirits. Yet, one day, it suddenly changed into a light attribute similar to the Seraphim. Anyone would find that hard to accept for a moment.

The two words "crossbreed" slapped across Bei Bei's face like a physical blow.

His face instantly turned red, and rage surged to his head—what did he mean by crossbreed? His Holy Dragon of Light Spirit was the result of the clan's efforts over ten thousand years, originating from Great Master Yu Xiaogang's mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit, and was the pride of Shrek Academy. How did it become a "crossbreed" in this person's mouth?

Bei Bei clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost embedding into his flesh. He thought of Great Master Yu Xiaogang's plight—regarded by the clan as a "useless Spirit" his whole life, enduring cold gazes until he was finally recognized in his later years. And now, he himself was being so insulted by someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Although he didn't know the person in front of him, it wasn't hard to see that the other party was a possessor of the orthodox Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit.

A wave of humiliation and anger surged in his heart. Bei Bei could barely control the thunder power within his body; he just wanted to rush up and beat this old man in front of him.

"Teacher, can you beat him?"

Although the thought was good, Bei Bei knew very well in his heart that relying solely on his own strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the other party's opponent.

The man in black did not answer, but sometimes, not answering was already the answer.