122: Chapter 122 Holy Son

Three days later.

The square in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The massive square was packed.

On the VIP platform, representatives from various forces had already taken their seats.

Ning Fengzhi, dressed in white robes and holding a gemstone scepter, was whispering to Xue Qinghe beside him.

Behind him, Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, wore a cold expression, his sharp gaze scanning the entire venue, especially the Spirit Hall side.

Beside them, the Star Luo prince, Dai Weisi, looked somewhat conflicted.

Although he hadn't witnessed the finals in person, the news of Ji Xuan shattering the Clear Sky Hammer with a single sword strike had already spread throughout Spirit City, and he was shocked upon learning of it.

Besides those who were already in Spirit City, there were many unfamiliar faces in the square.

For example, Yu Luomian, the representative of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Sect Masters of the Lower Four Sects and their direct descendants, as well as representatives from many other large and small forces.

Qian Daoliu had emerged from seclusion after many years to confer the title of Saint upon his Personal Disciple, Ji Xuan.

Once this news broke, the entire Spirit Master's world was shaken; they dared not show the slightest negligence, all preparing generous gifts and traveling long distances to offer their congratulations.

However, in the midst of such a grand occasion today, the Clear Sky Sect, the head of the Upper Three Sects, was the only one missing.

But everyone knew full well that the Clear Sky Sect had a feud with Spirit Hall, so naturally, they wouldn't come to offer congratulations now that Spirit Hall was conferring the title of Saint.

On the viewing platform on the west side of the square.

The teams from the three elemental academies—Shenfeng, Blazing Fire Academy, and Tianshui—sat adjacent to one another.

Feng Xiaotian, the Huo Wu siblings, and the Shui Binger sisters appeared calm.

The other team members looked conflicted; although they had met Ji Xuan before, they didn't know his true identity, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.

In the Tianshui Team.

Gu Qingbo complained, "Captain, and Seventh Girl, you two actually kept it so well hidden."

Xue Wu quickly chimed in, "That's right, who could have guessed that you had already joined Spirit Hall and kept it so deep."

Shui Yueer said with a giggle, "Oh, it's because brother-in-law's identity is special, so we couldn't just talk about it. Now that you know, it's not too late."

She paused, and her tone suddenly shifted, "However, come to think of it, do you want to join Spirit Hall as well? With my sister there, I guarantee no one will dare to bully you."

As soon as this was said, everyone in the Tianshui Team looked at each other.

Xue Wu nodded first, looking at Shui Binger, "I'll join. With the Captain, our future Supreme Pontiff's wife, here, we naturally won't be mistreated."

"Count me in!"

"Then I'll join too!"

The Tianshui members nodded one after another.

Most of them came from commoner backgrounds and would eventually have to join a force in the future; rather than joining an unfamiliar Sect, it was better to follow their good sisters of many years.

With Shui Binger's care, it was better than having to read others' expressions elsewhere.

Hearing the words "Supreme Pontiff's wife," the tips of Shui Binger's ears turned red, "Alright, stop talking for now, it's about to start."

Everyone quieted down and sat up straight.

On the other side, the Shenfeng and Blazing Fire Academy teams were also whispering, looking extremely hesitant.

They all came from noble families in the Heaven Dou Empire, and their decisions were not entirely their own to make.

Just then, the gates of the Supreme Pontiff Palace slowly opened, and the noise came to an abrupt halt.

Bibi Dong walked out in her Supreme Pontiff robes, holding the Supreme Pontiff scepter, her expression indifferent.

Behind her followed Yu Xiaogang, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.

Yu Xiaogang was now publicly declared an honorary Elder of Spirit Hall by Bibi Dong.

Previously, his elder token had been taken away, but Bibi Dong had unhesitatingly granted him a new one.

In these few days at Spirit Hall, he had been treated with courtesy wherever he went, enjoying the respect of others.

This feeling had quietly changed Yu Xiaogang's mindset; perhaps staying in Spirit City was not a bad choice.

Beside him, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo walked side by side, exchanging a look, both tacitly understanding.

Now that they saw Ji Xuan become the Saint overnight, with unparalleled prominence, they were increasingly glad that they had bet on the right horse and stood on the right side.

But seeing Yu Xiaogang beside them, a trace of disdain and contempt flashed in their eyes.

A twenty-ninth-level waste, actually able to stand on equal footing with them, was simply an insult to them.

They really didn't know what Bibi Dong was thinking.

After Bibi Dong and her party took their seats on the main platform.

Before long, a Cardinal walked up to the stage.

He cleared his throat, and his loud voice resounded throughout the square, "The auspicious time has arrived, welcome the Saint!"

In an instant, everyone stood up in unison, their gazes fixed in the same direction.

The silver-armored guards lined up on both sides knelt on one knee in unison.

Soon, a tall and straight figure slowly walked out along the red carpet.

Ji Xuan was dressed in a white and gold ceremonial robe today, his sleeves fluttering, his dark hair flying in the wind.

His steps were steady, his expression calm and unruffled, and the sunlight falling on him seemed to plate him with a layer of golden light.

Just as he stood still, six streams of light descended from the sky and landed in front of him.

The seven Elders of the Elder Hall, except for Jiang Mo who was at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, had all arrived in person.

Qian Daoliu stood at the very front, with the five Elders behind him arranged in order.

One must know that these Elders usually lived in seclusion, and they wouldn't show themselves unless it concerned the survival of Spirit Hall.

But now that several great Elders had appeared at the same time, this lineup was simply rare in a century.

Although the six did not deliberately release any Soul Power pressure, that invisible aura made everyone involuntarily feel awe.

On the VIP platform, Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, had his pupils shrink suddenly, his sharp gaze locked onto those six figures.

With his current cultivation, he couldn't see through the depth of any one of them at all.

His heart sank, and he immediately channeled his Soul Power to transmit his voice to Ning Fengzhi beside him.

After listening, the gentle smile on Ning Fengzhi's face paused slightly, and a trace of imperceptible gravity rose between his brows.

The gaze he cast toward the six Elders held a bit more shock.

Spirit Hall actually hid such terrifying foundations.

Unknowingly, the choice in his heart had quietly begun to waver.

"From today on, Ji Xuan shall be the Saint of our Spirit Hall!" Qian Daoliu personally handed a token symbolizing the status of Saint to Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan solemnly received the token with both hands and bowed, "Thank you, Master."

He then stood up, holding the token in one hand, and raised it high.

"Greetings to the Saint!"

In an instant, the Spirit Masters belonging to Spirit Hall, except for the top brass, all knelt on one knee.

"Rise."

Ji Xuan's voice, wrapped in deep Soul Power, clearly reached everyone's ears.

The kneeling crowd then slowly rose, looking at Ji Xuan with reverence.

In a corner of the square, Hu Liena looked up at Ji Xuan's dazzling figure, her heart filled with complex emotions.

She knew that her teacher, Bibi Dong, had always been grooming her as a successor, but her strength was insufficient, and she had ultimately failed her teacher's expectations.

But towards Ji Xuan, she had no jealousy.

From the very beginning, she had always liked Ji Xuan.

Now that she could see Ji Xuan so dazzling, she was also happy for him in her heart.

It was just a pity that she was a Disciple of the Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, and her position was opposite to Ji Xuan's; there was an insurmountable chasm between them.

And on the main seat of the high platform, Bibi Dong looked at this conferment ceremony, which had nothing to do with her as the Supreme Pontiff, with an extremely gloomy expression.

But she was helpless; this matter was a foregone conclusion, and she was powerless to change it.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth secretly; she could only accelerate the progress of her divine examination.

The day she became a god, whatever Saint, whatever Qian Daoliu, would all be reduced to ashes!