The next day, at the gates of Tianwen Academy.
Arriving early, Salas stood there, feeling uncomfortable and hesitating. His behavior was rather comical. As the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City, Salas was well-known; nearly every citizen of Heaven Dou knew of him and had seen him.
After all, the Spirit Hall's primary focus was on recruiting spirit masters from the common people, which is why the Spirit Hall was far stronger than sects and families. Even though the younger generations of sects and families had a much higher chance of awakening spirit power and the possibility of having advanced spirits and high innate spirit power, the Douluo Continent was vast, and only a few people belonged to sects.
The larger base of people still came from the common folk, and these were the ones that the Spirit Hall valued. When the base becomes large enough, the benefits it brings are unimaginable. Even if only one genius appears in ten thousand people, the number of geniuses the Spirit Hall can recruit each year is unmatched by the sects and families. The strength of the Spirit Hall is well-founded.
Any force that abandons the lower classes of society will inevitably fall short. Take, for example, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, wealthy enough to rival nations, yet it has only two Title Douluo-level powerhouses. Despite possessing the most wealth in the world, it hasn't produced that many powerful experts.
The Clear Sky School, which not only had Tang Chen, who was on par with Qian Daoliu, but also several Title Douluo, and whose disciples inherited the most powerful tool spirit on the continent, was still forced to close its gates by the Spirit Hall.
The collective power that arises from a large group is unimaginable. Salas, still unwilling in his heart, felt like he was caught in a wave of people, with everyone pointing at him.
"Hey, isn't this Platinum Bishop Salas? Didn't you have enough kneeling yesterday? You want to kneel again today?" Gu Yi casually returned from outside. After all, once he had comforted those at the academy, he couldn't neglect the others either. He had been busy every night.
Salas shuddered at the thought of the letter he had seen yesterday. If the Pope were to get angry, it would be over for him. He immediately dropped to one knee and respectfully said, "I greet Elder Gu…"
"Oh, you didn't have this attitude before," Gu Yi said, walking up to Salas with great interest, curious as to what could have caused such a drastic change in him.
"So that's it. I didn't expect that woman to be so deep-minded, thinking this far ahead," Gu Yi muttered to himself, not caring about Salas, who was still kneeling. He was only puzzled as to why Bibi Dong had suddenly decided to do this.
Although Gu Yi considered Salas's strength weak, he was still a legitimate level 89 Spirit Douluo, and at such a close distance, he could naturally hear Gu Yi's words. That woman? Salas could not detect any respect for the Pope in Gu Yi's words. He simply referred to her as "that woman."
Yet the Pope had instructed him to apologize to Gu Yi in public and to gain his forgiveness. He couldn't understand why the Pope valued Gu Yi so highly, even after what he had done. What was the reason?
It was clear that Gu Yi had figured out why the Pope had done this.
Wait!
Salas suddenly realized something. Why did the letter emphasize "in public"? Wasn't that redundant? After thinking it through carefully, Salas recognized a deeply strategic plan. Having served as a Platinum Bishop for so many years, not only did he have to navigate the various forces within Heaven Dou City, but he also had to manage such a large branch of the Spirit Hall. If he lacked some wisdom, it would have been impossible.
After setting aside his anger, Salas finally understood the wisdom of the Pope.
Who was Gu Yi?
The headmaster of Tianwen Academy, a powerful figure closely associated with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. But these were not the main points—the key was Gu Yi's final identity: a person who spread the Way across the world, giving the lower-class spirit masters a chance to grow, benefiting the whole world. And all of this was made possible through the Spirit Hall. It was precisely because of this that Gu Yi could become an honorary elder. The previous commotion not only made others laugh but also showed the world that the Spirit Hall was intolerant.
Moreover, the fabricated incident at Blue Sunshine Academy was exposed, leading to the loss of public trust in the Spirit Hall. If even an elder was treated this way, how much worse would it be for others? This was beyond imagination.
At this moment, if he, as the Platinum Bishop, second only to the Pope, personally apologized to Gu Yi in public, the benefits it would bring were unimaginable. It would make people believe that the Spirit Hall was the most just and righteous place, where no one would be treated unfairly. Perhaps this was the Pope's true intention. Salas finally realized how deep the Pope's thoughts were.
"I can forgive you," Gu Yi paused and then said with a slight smile, "Do you know about the recent bloodshed in Heaven Dou City?"
Salas nodded. The incident had been widely spread; it was hard not to know.
"Solve this case, and we'll write off what happened before."
"Really?"
"A promise is a promise," Gu Yi said, extending his hand to Salas.
Salas stood up and shook hands with Gu Yi. This matter was simple. If the case had not been resolved in a few more days, he would have had to step in anyway. Sometimes, things need to ferment. For example, in this case, if it had been solved immediately, the impact would have been small. Only when the situation becomes uncontrollable, and they step in to save Heaven Dou from danger, will the prestige it brings be unimaginable.
Since Gu Yi had brought it up, solving it a few days earlier didn't matter. After all, the incident had already escalated enough to generate significant public interest. It was a win-win situation, and only a fool wouldn't agree.
The Spirit Hall already had the responsibility of capturing fallen spirit masters. But was this really Bibi Dong's intention? Or was there another purpose beneath the surface?
Neither Gu Yi nor Salas had thought that far.
Gu Yi walked toward his room, but he noticed a dark figure standing outside the door. Shaking his head helplessly, he realized there were some things that truly frustrated him. Some people just don't listen at all.
"Come in," Gu Yi said, not giving the person a warm welcome.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head and followed him inside.
"How many times have I told you, don't overdo it. Why don't you listen? Do you even respect me as your teacher?" Gu Yi scolded, looking at Zhu Zhuqing, who was covered in dirt, with even some tears in her clothes. She was always so careless with her body. Although he was reprimanding her, his hands were swift, sending a flame into her body to heal her.
"Teacher, after my spirit mutated, training at night has become much more effective than during the day. I want to become stronger," Zhu Zhuqing said earnestly after her body had healed.
Sigh. Gu Yi sighed lightly, then emitted a spiritual wave. Zhu Zhuqing's body softened, and she fell to the ground.
Gu Yi placed her on the bed and walked out.
A heart ailment can only be cured with a heart medicine. No matter how much I say or do, without that final remedy, it will never be cured.
(End Of Chapter)