Chapter 9: Your Holiness the Pope

At this moment, in the Dean's office, a middle-aged man in his forties said to Zhou Yu, "Zhou Yu, your application has been approved by the higher authorities!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yu was immediately overjoyed.

The middle-aged man took out a certificate and a badge, his expression solemn as he spoke, "In view of the outstanding performance demonstrated by student Zhou Yu, the Academy hereby approves his early completion of studies and grants him graduation."

"Dean, does that mean I can enter the Junior Spirit Master Academy?"

Taking the certificate and badge, Zhou Yu asked with full expectation.

However, the Dean merely smiled faintly, "You are not yet twelve years old, so there is no need to rush! However, you must first go with me to a certain place..."

The Pope Palace, the most magnificent building on the entire Douluo Dalu, and it is precisely because of the Pope Palace that Wuhun City has become the holy land for all Spirit Masters.

Accompanied by the Dean, Zhou Yu arrived at Wuhun City.

The exterior of the Pope Palace was very imposing, possessing the feel of a cathedral; hanging directly above the entrance was a large Pope token, looking extremely majestic.

Upon entering the great hall, the scene was equally grim; the overall architectural style was of stone, carrying an inherent sense of solemnity and a "cold" feeling that inevitably created a psychological pressure.

Inside the Pope Palace, it appeared very empty.

Ordinary people simply could not enter; usually, only the Pope Bibi Dong cultivated within.

Just as Zhou Yu was lost in thought, a sudden throb struck his heart, and an invisible pressure, like a violent storm, instantly enveloped his entire body.

The Dean who led the way also felt this invisible pressure, immediately kneeling on the ground and respectfully bowing, "Your Holiness the Pope!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yu also knelt and bowed, following with, "Your Holiness the Pope!"

A moment later, a fresh and elegant female voice rang out from within the hall, "So you are Zhou Yu?"

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Hearing the voice, Zhou Yu immediately replied.

He slowly raised his head, and the scene before his eyes was like a exquisite painting.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall, that legendary woman—Bibi Dong.

She wore a magnificent long robe of black embroidered with gold patterns, a nine-curved Purple Gold crown upon her head, and held a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gems.

She possessed an angelic face and a devilish figure.

Her exquisitely beautiful facial features were soft, without a single flaw.

Her full and upright breasts gave a strong visual impact.

Her long, straight legs, with skin as white as jade, emitted a seductive glow.

In every gesture she made, she exuded a sense of confidence and composure.

"She is... Bibi Dong?!"

Zhou Yu felt his breathing tremble slightly.

"I have already seen your basic information."

"Innate full soul power, martial soul Chameleon."

"Your talent is not inferior to that of the three of Nana and the others."

After Bibi Dong finished speaking, her beautiful eyes turned toward the three figures standing below the steps.

Zhou Yu then realized that inside the hall, besides the Pope Bibi Dong, there were five others present. Among them, two middle-aged men, judging by their temperament and appearance, were undoubtedly the famous Jue Douluo Yue Guan and Gui Douluo Gui Mei.

The other three youths were the members of the Golden Generation that the Spirit Hall took pride in: Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan.

When the Pope gave such high praise, Hu Liena and her brother Xie Yue involuntarily turned their gazes toward Zhou Yu.

In contrast, Yan, standing at the very end, appeared quite disdainful, his eyes filled with contempt.

Zhou Yu took a deep breath and replied sincerely, "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope, for your praise!"

Afterwards, Bibi Dong continued expressionlessly, "I am entrusting you with a mission; if you can complete it successfully, I will personally award you the Purple Record Medal of the Spirit Hall."

"The Purple Record Medal!"

Zhou Yu's heart trembled, fully aware of the weight carried behind this honor.

Of course, the difficulty and danger of this mission were self-evident.

Five years later.

Bala Kingdom, located in the southern corner of Tiandou Diguo, borders Fasinuo Province.

Although nominally a kingdom, its actual area is only three-quarters the size of Fasinuo Province; it belongs to Tiandou Diguo and ranks among the four major kingdoms within the empire.

King Kendra is the cousin of the current Tiandou Diguo king, Okura.

The southern border of Bala Kingdom directly adjoins Xingluo Diguo; this geographical position endows it with unparalleled military strength among the four major kingdoms, making it the gateway to Tiandou Diguo.

Within the kingdom, there are two most important cities: one is the capital, Bala City, where King Kendra resides, serving as the political and economic center of the entire Bala Kingdom.

The other city, Soto City, stands proudly in the heart of the most fertile Lima Plain of Bala Kingdom, hailed as the granary of Bala.

It was mid-afternoon, with the scorching sun blazing.

Two youths, a boy and a girl, slowly entered through the west gate of Soto City; they were of similar age, around thirteen or fourteen, traveling light without heavy luggage, walking side by side.

The boy was dressed simply, appearing about twelve or thirteen years old, standing around 1.7 meters tall, wearing a light blue combat suit.

A faint smile always lingered at the corner of his lips, giving people a sense of easy approachability.

If the boy was unremarkable, then the girl beside him appeared far from ordinary.

Her silky smooth black hair was styled into a neat scorpion braid, the end of which hung down below her calves; she was half a head taller than the boy.

She wore a small pink top that tightly wrapped her developing figure; although her chest was not yet full, her extremely slender waist was enough to make many women cast envious glances.

Her two long, taut legs were wrapped in white trousers, possessing a perfect golden ratio; although she looked young and her face still bore childishness, her round, perky buttocks already had a certain charm.

This boy and girl were Tang San and Xiao Wu, coming from Nuoding Chuji Hunshi Xueyuan.

Xiao Wu lightly raised her jade hand, brushing past her slightly damp forehead, and said with a complaining tone, "Finally arrived at this so-called Soto City. I really don't know what Grandmaster was thinking; clearly, several Junior Spirit Master Academies expressed willingness to accept us unconditionally, yet he insisted on making you take the exam at that broken academy that doesn't even have a rank."

Tang San's lips curled slightly upward as he replied, "The teacher sent me to test you. Who forced you to come along? Fortunately, Bala Kingdom borders Fasinuo Province; otherwise, wouldn't you have complained even more?"

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at him and chided, "You really have no conscience. I only did it for you. After all, you are my brother. Anyway, the exam is the day after tomorrow. I don't care; you must accompany me to play in the city for two days to make up for the harm done to my young heart."

Tang San couldn't help but laugh: "The big sister of the prestigious Nodding Academy for six consecutive years, and you talk about a 'young heart'? If your group of underlings heard that, they would probably throw themselves into the river to show their respect."

(End of this chapter)