Chapter 28
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The Pope's Palace!
On the high throne, a woman sat quietly.
She had a beautiful face, snow-white skin, and beautiful wine-red hair. Her snow-white hand held a golden scepter tightly. She was wearing a luxurious robe, and she looked graceful and elegant. She was the supreme ruler of the Martial Soul Palace, Pope Bibidon.
"Your Holiness, there is news from the Balak Kingdom's Palace!" A red-robed bishop knelt in the palace with a letter in his hand!
"Present it to me!" The Pope's red lips moved slightly, but her cold voice was filled with dignity!
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a chrysanthemum-style robe took the letter from the Cardinal and respectfully handed it to Bibi Dong.
She took the letter and read it carefully with her beautiful eyes!
"Dong!" This was the sound of the scepter falling to the ground. Bibidon's expression was indifferent, but there was an indescribable anger in her eyes. "Fengming Village has been massacred!"
Bibidon's tone was light, but it was earth-shattering. Everyone in the palace was shocked!
"What!" Everyone was in disbelief. Fengming Village was the Pope's hometown. Someone dared to massacre Fengming Village?
"Your Holiness, how are the casualties?" the man wearing a chrysanthemum robe asked.
"The old and the weak died. Only a few women and children survived!" Bibidon's voice was filled with anger. Although she didn't miss Fengming Village, it was still her hometown. This was undoubtedly a slap to her face.
"Who dares to do such a heartless thing?" the man continued. There was anger in his voice. This was also a challenge to the Martial Soul Palace's dignity.
"Who else could it be? Of course it's those evil soul masters. The letter also said that the evil soul masters' target isn't just Fengming Village. This is a premeditated revenge! "
Bibidon's gaze was sharp. "Yue Guan, I'll leave this matter to you. You must catch all these evil soul masters in one fell swoop. Leave none alive!"
"Yes, Yue Guan!" The man in the chrysanthemum robe bowed slightly. He was the famous Chrysanthemum Douluo of the Martial Soul Palace, Yue Guan.
"The letter mentioned that a deacon from Fasno's main palace and a child called Lu Yuan killed those evil soul masters and saved those women and children. How should we deal with this?" Bibidon's gaze shifted to the side.
"I wonder how strong those two are?" Yue Guan asked.
"That deacon is a Rank 52 Soul King. His martial soul is the Storm Rage Lion, and he's 48 years old. That little boy called Lu Yuan is a Rank 15 Soul Master. His martial soul is the Golden Dragon, and he's 6 years old. It's said that he has innate full soul power." Bibidon said indifferently.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Yue Guan thinks that we don't need to care about that deacon, and we can just casually give out some rewards. However, that child called Lu Yuan has astonishing talent, and we should focus on nurturing him!"
"That's reasonable. The Golden Dragon is a legendary martial soul, and it's extremely powerful. We should recruit such a talent for our own use!" A black-clothed old man on Bibidon's left spoke up.
"Then send this Lu Yuan to the Genius Training Camp. If he can become the champion in the selection three months from now, he'll be my second disciple." Bibidon said indifferently.
"As you command, Your Majesty!" No one objected to Bibidon's words. The Genius Training Camp was a camp set up by the Martial Soul Palace to recruit children under the age of ten. It was specifically set up to select talents for the Martial Soul Palace. Every three years, there would be a selection competition, and this year just so happened to be the year that the selection competition began.
There were no mediocre people in the Genius Training Camp. Every member had innate soul power of the sixth rank and above. Currently, there were even Soul Grandmasters in the camp. If Lu Yuan could distinguish himself and become the champion, he would have the qualifications to become His Majesty's disciple.
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After several days of trekking, Lu Yuan and Xu Fei finally arrived at the Martial Spirit City!
"The Martial Spirit City is so prosperous!" Lu Yuan couldn't help but praise. Along the way, he had seen many bustling cities, but even the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire paled in comparison to the Martial Spirit City in front of him.
"This is the Holy City in the hearts of all Soul Masters!" Xu Fei said with reverence.
Lu Yuan didn't comment. What Xu Fei said was true. Putting those so-called sects aside, the common Soul Masters in the world still held the Martial Spirit City in high esteem.
"Where are we going now? Directly to the Martial Soul Palace? "Lu Yuan asked.
"No, we're going to the guest house first. There are deacons of the Martial Soul Palace who are responsible for receiving guests. We have to wait for orders there. This has always been the rule!" Xu Fei said.
"Oh!" Lu Yuan nodded. Wasn't this the same as ancient China, where foreign guests had to stay in foreign hotels and wait for the Emperor to summon them?
It seemed that whether it was the Douluo Continent or ancient China, these rules were basically the same.
"Halt!" Lu Yuan and Xu Fei's carriage was stopped by a Holy Knight who was responsible for guarding the Martial Spirit City!
"Let's get out!" Xu Fei said.
Lu Yuan nodded and the two of them got out of the carriage together.
"We are from the Martial Soul Palace of the Fasno Province. This is our document!" Xu Fei took out a document with the seal of the Martial Soul Palace of the Fasno Province on it.
After verifying the document, the Holy Knight cupped his hands and said, "The guest house is just ahead. Please go there on foot!"
Carriages were not allowed near the guest house. After all, this place was close to the Pontiff's Palace. Unless one was an elder, even a platinum bishop would have to obediently get out of the carriage and walk.
The Pontiff's authority was inviolable!
"Okay, thank you for your trouble!" Lu Yuan followed Xu Fei into the guest house.
There were many people in the guest house. There were more than a dozen children who were about the same age as Lu Yuan. These children were the young geniuses sent by the Martial Soul Palace and the Minor Palace. Generally speaking, geniuses who were sent here had innate soul power of at least the seventh rank.
"Oh, there's a newcomer!" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed like a sissy. His voice was shrill, and when he spoke, he raised his orchid fingers. His voice was neither masculine nor feminine, and it gave Lu Yuan goosebumps.
"Hmph, Yue Ling, you'd better speak properly!" Xu Fei frowned and shouted angrily.
"Oh, Little Fei Fei, why did the Fasno Palace send you here? What a rare sight!" Yue Ling didn't care about Xu Fei's words at all. Instead, she pretended to be flirtatious and looked at Xu Fei with "tender eyes".
"Ugh!" Lu Yuan felt his stomach churn. Yue Ling's appearance really disgusted him.
Xu Fei's face darkened and he pulled Lu Yuan into the house.
"Hey, Little Fei Fei, you haven't answered me yet!" The shrill voice came again.
Xu Fei's body trembled and he sped up again.
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