"The effects of the Eight-Petaled Fairy Orchid are even better than I expected."
"It's all thanks to Brother Su Yu! Thank you, Brother Su Yu!"
She hugged Su Yu's arm tightly, her nose filled with his refreshing scent, her heart brimming with sweetness.
Su Yu smiled and ruffled her hair. "It's also because you have a good foundation and absorb it quickly."
"Make sure to cultivate well from now on, and don't waste the medicinal power of the Immortal Herb."
"Mm!"
Hu Liena nodded vigorously, her small face full of excitement.
On the other side, Dugu Bo had successfully settled in the Spirit Hall, and Dugu Yan naturally entered the Martial Soul Academy to study.
Time flew by, and a year passed like sand slipping through fingers.
During this year, Su Yu and Hu Liena were often seen in the Spirit Hall's training grounds.
Su Yu's Soul Power steadily climbed, and he had now broken through to the 39th level, just one step away from becoming a Soul Ancestor.
His composure and sense of power became increasingly restrained, yet he never failed to amaze everyone when he made a move.
Hu Liena lived up to expectations as well, not only successfully breaking through to become a Soul Elder but also stabilizing her Soul Power at the 32nd level.
Her Demon Fox Spirit became more agile, and her brows carried a brighter, more confident youthful charm.
On this day, the atmosphere in the Martial Soul Holy City was particularly unusual.
The usually solemn streets carried an added weight of dignity, as several elders dressed in luxurious attire and exuding profound auras entered the Holy City.
These were the Elders of the Spirit Hall, and even a few members of the Hall of Worship who had not been seen for a long time made an appearance. Clearly, something significant was happening.
The rulers of the two great empires, the seven major sects, and the four kingdoms had all arrived in the Martial Soul Holy City.
Su Yu's strength and talent made him the undisputed top among the younger generation of the Spirit Hall, and Bi Bidong had decided to crown him as the Spirit Hall Saint!
All these important figures had come to the Martial Soul Holy City to attend Su Yu's Saint coronation ceremony.
It was worth noting that the Spirit Hall had not crowned a Saint or Saintess for nearly ten years.
On a high platform in the Martial Soul Holy City, two figures stood by the railing, gazing at the cluster of buildings that symbolized the core of the Spirit Hall.
The man wearing a jade crown was Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
His handsome features were surrounded by a gentle yet noble aura, but at this moment, he frowned slightly and looked at the white-haired man beside him.
"Sword Uncle, the Spirit Hall hasn't crowned a Saint or Saintess for ten years. What do you think they're up to this time?"
The white-haired man referred to as "Sword Uncle" was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
His face was resolute, with a few shallow lines on his forehead as if carved by a knife.
Though he did not deliberately release his Soul Power, an sharp, peerless sword intent naturally surrounded him, like a blade unsheathed that could sever heaven and earth.
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, fixed on the depths of the Holy City, his tone calm and unwavering.
"Fengzhi, the Saints and Saintesses of the Spirit Hall have always needed to absolutely overpower their peers in the Spirit Hall to receive such an honor."
"You should know that during Bi Bidong's coronation ceremony back then, she defeated all the prodigies from our major sects at the time!"
"This young man named Su Yu, who made them break their ten-year silence, must be extraordinary."
Chen Xin's voice carried no trace of joy or dislike, only the precise judgment characteristic of a sword cultivator.
"It seems the Spirit Hall has found another promising seedling."
Ning Fengzhi gently rubbed the jade ring on his finger, a thoughtful glimmer flashing in his eyes:
"For Bi Bidong to value him so highly, this child's talent must be truly extraordinary!"
"But just a few years ago, Spirit Hall crushed the Clear Sky Sect, known as the number one sect under heaven!"
"Introducing a Saint at this time inevitably makes people speculate about their intentions..."
Chen Xin did not respond, though the sword intent in his sharp eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
The breeze on the high platform gently brushed past, stirring Ning Fengzhi's sleeves and Chen Xin's white hair.
Neither spoke further, silently watching the massive palace with their own thoughts.
On another high platform stood the solemn members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, led by their clan leader Yu Yuanzhen.
His imposing figure and authoritative presence were accentuated by faint electrical sparks around him, exuding the pressure of a top-tier expert.
"Clan Leader, this Saint coronation ceremony—Spirit Hall likely has ulterior motives," a clan Elder remarked gravely, scanning the movements within the holy city.
"Nearly every notable force on the continent is present. They're clearly building momentum for that boy named Su Yu."
Another Elder snorted disdainfully, "Saint? He's just a kid barely over ten years old."
"The outstanding talents of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's younger generation might not be inferior to him!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen's fingers suddenly clenched the stone railing before him.
With a crisp crack accompanied by sizzling electricity, the sturdy water-sunken wood railing shattered under his grip, debris scattering downward.
His gaze sharp as lightning, he declared in a deep voice:
"Yu Tiandou!"
"Clan Leader!"
At this command, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth stepped briskly from the ranks.
Standing tall with a hint of arrogance between his brows, his Soul Power fluctuations were already formidable—the pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's current generation.
Yu Yuanzhen looked at him and asked gravely, "If I recall correctly, you've reached level thirty-five?"
"Yes!"
Yu Tiandou straightened his posture, his voice resounding.
"I broke through to level thirty-five not long ago!"
"Good."
A fierce glint flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.
"Back when Bi Bidong was crowned, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lost to her!"
"This time, for whatever reason, we cannot lose again!"
"On the day of the Spirit Hall Saint's coronation, you will confront that Su Yu and crush his arrogance."
He paused, emphasizing, "If you defeat that Saint, upon returning to the clan, you will be heavily rewarded!"
Excitement gleamed in Yu Tiandou's eyes as he clasped his fists firmly:
"Yes! I will not fail this mission. I'll make that Spirit Hall Saint know that the true geniuses of the continent's younger generation belong to our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
On the high platform, the faces of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members lit up with anticipation.
Their gazes toward the depths of the holy city now carried provocation and fighting spirit.
On yet another high platform, contrasting with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's elegance and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's flamboyance,
the Clear Sky Sect members wore relatively plain attire, mostly dark practical garments, yet unable to conceal their tempered, fierce aura.
However, a trace of gloom lingered between their brows.
The great defeat years ago had forced the Clear Sky Sect into seclusion and cost them vast resources!
"Second Brother!"
A burly man couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his voice filled with indignation.
"What are we, the Clear Sky Sect, doing attending this Crown Prince's coronation ceremony!"
"The Spirit Hall invited us here clearly to flaunt their power in front of us and show off their new prodigy!"
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