Chapitre 179: Chapter 179: Concerns of Chrysanthemum Douluo
Spirit Hall, Holy Soul Mountain, Pope's Palace
Three figures stood within the grand hall: two women and one man. However, on closer inspection, it was actually two men and one woman. The reason for the confusion lay in one of the men's delicate, almost feminine appearance.
"Holy Maiden, what does the Pope intend?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked.
"My teacher doesn't want these eleven individuals stepping foot in Spirit Hall." Hu Liena, whose alluring figure exuded confidence, flicked a list towards Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Eleven?" Ghost Douluo's expression shifted as he moved closer to glance at the list in Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand.
"Holy Maiden, you should speak to the Pope and ask her to reconsider," Chrysanthemum Douluo urged.
"Why? You two can't handle them?" Hu Liena asked, her brow arching in question.
"No, it's not that we can't handle them. But if we're not careful, we might face total annihilation," Chrysanthemum Douluo replied with a hint of caution.
"Old Chrysanthemum, what's that supposed to mean? Spirit Hall fears no one, not even the two empires. Why would we be afraid of a group of young brats?" Ghost Douluo scoffed.
"You don't understand," Chrysanthemum Douluo said.
"What's there not to understand? The final prize of this tournament is intended for Yan, Xie Yue, and Nana. It's only part of the competition because some of the elders opposed simply gifting it. These eleven pose a threat to that outcome. If we don't act now, should we wait until they're in Spirit City to deal with them?" Ghost Douluo retorted.
Only a fool would wait until they reached Spirit City to make a move.
"You really don't get it," Chrysanthemum Douluo said with a sigh.
"So, explain it to me," Ghost Douluo pressed.
"Ugh…"
Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed as he looked at Ghost Douluo. How could he explain? Would he have to tell them about the humiliating encounter he'd had with Mu Chen?
Since that day, Chrysanthemum Douluo had felt his pride wounded beyond repair. Mu Chen's terrifying talent was something he could not ignore. If Spirit Hall engaged in battle, they would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses. Moreover, Mu Chen had imparted to him the Sunflower Manual, greatly enhancing his cultivation. Chrysanthemum Douluo was not one to bite the hand that fed him. Striking Mu Chen felt morally impossible.
After a long pause, Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed again. "Ghost, Nana, please, listen to me this once. Let's go together to petition the Pope to withdraw her orders."
"Old Chrysanthemum, what's gotten into you? It's just a matter of dealing with a few juniors, not like facing Tang Hao," Ghost Douluo said, looking Chrysanthemum Douluo up and down. "Ever since you returned, you've seemed… different."
"What's different?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked.
"You still have that quirky tone, but it sounds… more refined. And your aura—it feels like you've changed," Ghost Douluo replied.
"Changed for the better or the worse?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, his lips curving with a hint of pride.
"For the more feminine," Ghost Douluo replied.
"Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, this is an order from my teacher. She is currently focused on her seventh trial of the Rakshasa Nine Trials and cannot be disturbed, not even by me. Now, follow her orders," Hu Liena commanded.
"As you command," Ghost Douluo responded, bowing in obedience.
"Ugh…" Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed as he glanced up at the Pope's empty throne before disappearing, reluctantly following the command.
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Near Spirit City, a maze-like landscape
The terrain was jagged, dotted with towering rock spires over 200 meters high. From above, winding paths twisted like giant serpents, creating a natural labyrinth that served as a defense for Spirit City.
At this moment, a long procession was winding through the maze. Carriages filled with youths under twenty-five years old moved steadily forward, each surrounded by soldiers in armor carrying long spears, their synchronized steps exuding a fierce presence.
"We're almost there; another half day, and we'll reach Spirit City," said a middle-aged man with hawk-like eyes, muttering to himself.
"Flander, you seem tense. Do you sense something amiss here?" Liu Erlong, seated beside him, asked.
"In the past, the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament finals were never held in Spirit City. This time, Spirit Hall changed the location last minute. It's suspicious," Flander replied.
"Dean, are you worried they're targeting us?" Xiao Wu asked.
"Yes. The championship prize includes three precious spirit bones. No faction would pass that up easily. Everyone knows those spirit bones were meant as rewards for Spirit Hall's own prodigies, disguised as prizes for the tournament. If someone tries to take them, Spirit Hall won't just sit back and watch," Flander explained.
"Exactly," Tang San agreed. "None of the academies pose a real threat to us, and even Spirit Hall's own team isn't a match. Mu Chen alone could defeat them. If they want to secure victory, they'll have to find a way to remove Mu Chen from the competition."
"Dean, Tang San, you're overthinking this. Have you forgotten what happened to the Clear Sky Clan?" Xiao Wu reminded them.
"The Clear Sky Clan?" Flander, Tang San, and Liu Erlong all paused, their expressions relaxing.
Not long ago, Mu Chen had clashed with the Clear Sky Clan, one of the continent's most formidable sects. Despite facing six Douluos, Mu Chen had defeated four of them. The remaining two could only watch helplessly as Mu Chen left.
Mu Chen's power couldn't be judged by conventional standards. For Xiao Wu, Spirit Hall wouldn't dare make a move. If they did, it would be a decision they'd regret deeply.
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