"He possesses both a Body martial soul and a super evil martial soul."
Zhongli Wu glanced at him sideways and spoke slowly.
"Body..... body martial soul, and it's a twin martial soul!"
Wu Yun froze for a moment, his mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He slowly sat back down in his chair, no longer speaking.
The other elders exchanged looks with each other, clearly taken aback.
They had indeed all been geniuses in their time, but they also knew that genius comes in different levels.
At the same time, they understood the significance of a Body martial soul. The Body Sect, one of the three major forces of the continent, is entirely composed of those with body martial souls.
The sect leader of the Body Sect, Du Bu, has the highest-tier body martial soul and a cultivation that has reached level 98. It's said he's about to step into the threshold of level 99.
"In order to prove that what this sect leader says is true, Xiao Jiang, please display your martial soul."
Zhongli Wu gave Jiang Jue a warm smile.
"Okay, Master."
Upon hearing Jiang Jue's response, Zhongli Wu paused for a moment before a smile spread across his face, pointing at Jiang Jue's nose and saying, "You... you..."
Jiang Jue couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.
There was no choice—becoming the Holy Son was too tempting, and he was too eager to improve. Moreover, earlier, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng had been winking at him, signaling him to agree quickly.
In the Holy Spirit Sect, the position of the Holy Son held great importance, even higher than the seven sect elders.
With such a position, who wouldn't be tempted?
Jiang Jue demonstrated his primary body martial soul as usual, and when he revealed the Soul Banner, Zhongli Wu immediately noticed the deep yellow century-old soul ring.
In an instant, Zhongli Wu could no longer sit still. An aura, heavy and suffocating like an abyss or a prison, erupted from him. It spread like a storm, with dark soul power flowing outward.
A shadowy figure appeared behind him. When it appeared, everyone in the room felt a sharp pang in their hearts.
"Mask, tell me, what's going on here?"
"Why does Jiang Jue already have his first soul ring?"
Zhongli Wu's voice couldn't hide his anger. His purple eyes were burning with flames as he glared at the Masked Douluo.
Zhongli Wu had planned to personally cultivate Jiang Jue after discovering his extraordinary talent. He had intended for Jiang Jue to be his successor.
Years ago, when Zhongli Wu attempted to merge with the Bone Dragon King, something went wrong. Although his cultivation skyrocketed afterward, he suffered an accident that rendered him incapable of reproduction.
Coincidentally, Jiang Jue had lost both his parents, had a clean background, and possessed extraordinary talent—he was the perfect choice to be his heir.
When Jiang Jue entered the room, Zhongli Wu noticed that his cultivation had already reached level 13, indicating he had absorbed his first soul ring.
Zhongli Wu had already prepared the ideal soul beast for Jiang Jue, but he hadn't shown his hand at that time. He had other plans, waiting for this very moment.
Suddenly, Masked Douluo felt a suffocating sensation, but this feeling came quickly and left just as fast. A subtle and concealed soul fluctuation entered Masked Douluo's mind.
His expression changed. He understood what Zhongli Wu was about to do.
Zhongli Wu intended to establish his authority!
The feeling of belonging to the Holy Spirit Sect among these elders wasn't particularly strong. They directly answered to the Grand Elder, Ye Xishui, so they had a tendency to disregard Zhongli Wu's commands.
Zhongli Wu wasn't too concerned about what they thought, but he needed them to understand who was the true leader. Whenever he made decisions within the sect, they should not interfere, just like with the decision to establish a Saint Son today.
And the best way to establish authority was to demonstrate power.
When the pressure from a level 98 Super Douluo was released, the faces of the elders in the Supply Hall visibly changed.
They could feel that most of Zhongli Wu's pressure was directed at them, with minimal pressure directed toward the sect elders.
"Ah! Sect Leader, my mistake. I shouldn't have made the decision to let the Holy Son absorb his first soul ring, disrupting your plan."
The Masked Douluo dramatically fell to the ground, pretending to be in great pain as he begged Zhongli Wu for forgiveness.
Zhongli Wu's lips twitched at the exaggerated and poor acting.
Jiang Jue couldn't bear to watch, but at least the Masked Douluo was genuine in his feelings. When it came to trouble, he truly stepped up.
Wu Yun was furious as he watched the Masked Douluo's exaggerated performance.
They all knew that while Zhongli Wu scolding the Masked Douluo was for show, his true aim was to strike fear into them. But they couldn't express their frustration.
Because he was the sect leader, and a level 98 Super Douluo at that. And most importantly—he was a level 98 Super Douluo.
"Sect Leader, please calm down!"
"I agree with Jiang Jue becoming the Holy Son."
Zhang Peng spoke up at the right moment.
Zhang Peng had the most sense of belonging to the Holy Spirit Sect. He truly considered himself part of the sect.
There was a reason for this—years ago, he had been captured by the Dragon God Douluo Mu En, but Mu En didn't kill him. Instead, he let him go. In gratitude for this mercy, Zhang Peng decided not to reappear in the world for the rest of Mu En's life and stayed within the Holy Spirit Sect.
After so many years, he had developed a deep bond with the sect.
"Teacher Zhang..."
Wu Yun was about to speak, but when he met Zhongli Wu's cold gaze, a chill ran down his spine. He felt the killing intent from Zhongli Wu.
At the same time, the pressure on him intensified.
"I also agree."
"Me too."
The other elders quickly voiced their support as well.
Wu Yun looked at them in disbelief, then turned to Zhongli Wu.
In the end, he reluctantly said, "I agree."
"Ha, it would have been better if we did this earlier."
"This is all your fault, Masked. Don't make decisions on your own next time."
Zhongli Wu nodded in satisfaction, then rebuked the Masked Douluo.
"Yes, yes, Sect Leader, it's all my fault. At the Holy Son ceremony, I'll drink three cups as punishment and apologize to everyone."
The Masked Douluo spoke with great sincerity.
The other elders couldn't help but laugh as they heard this.
The two of them played good cop, bad cop, easily brushing off the previous incident.
"If there's nothing else, this meeting is over," Zhongli Wu said to the elders.
This was his way of dismissing them.
The elders of the Supply Hall were the first to bow and leave, with only Zhang Peng remaining.
The sect elders, however, stayed.
"Sect Leader, how did I perform?"
The Masked Douluo eagerly stepped forward to seek approval.
"Not bad, but don't do it again next time."
Zhongli Wu waved his hand, then turned to Zhang Peng.
"Thank you, Teacher Zhang."
"It's nothing. I just don't want to see internal strife," Zhang Peng replied, shaking his head slightly with his hands behind his back.
Zhongli Wu nodded slightly. Regardless of anything else, he had achieved two things today: he had not only gained an extraordinary disciple but also managed to put the elders of the Supply Hall in their place.
(End of Chapter)