The villagers were astonished and dared not speak. Su Jiuer quietly retreated into the crowd.

Long Tao excitedly said to Luo Fancheng, "Shattering space! This is an extraordinary divine ability. It must be someone above level ninety from our Temple, coming here just for you!"

An elder in gray, accompanied by a young man in luxurious clothing, emerged from the spatial rift.

The young man's expression was indifferent, his pupils a fiery red-gold, as if burning with flames, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Upon noticing the simple environment of Yun Village, both of them frowned.

"Subordinate Long Tao of the branch hall, pays respects to the two lords." Long Tao knelt and saluted.

The red-eyed youth said in a calm voice, "I am Huang Yan, Holy Son of the Temple, and this is my teacher, the Fourth Worshipper."

Long Tao's mind went blank.

Holy Son Huang Yan!!

He was one of the legendary geniuses, regarded as the strongest in the world and the future heir to the Pope.

As for the Worshipper, what is a Worshipper?

Only true powerhouses are worthy of being Worshippers, revered by the world, every Worshipper was once an elder of the Temple, truly standing at the pinnacle of the Temple's hierarchy.

Now they have retired to the Worshipper Hall, focusing on cultivation.

The strength of the Temple's Grand Worshipper is unfathomable, a former Pope who once suppressed the world, rumored to be infinitely close to divinity.

Long Tao was stunned, never expecting such terrifying figures to come because of one piece of news, but thinking of Luo Fancheng's talent, he felt reassured.

Huang Yan said, "You sent a message saying there was a once-in-a-century peerless genius here? My teacher and I were passing by, so we came to take a look."

Long Tao nodded vigorously, pointing at Luo Fancheng:

"This is the prodigy, his Martial Soul awakening was astonishing, unprecedented, and likely never to be surpassed."

"Unprecedented? Ha, you dare to say that."

Huang Yan sneered, not even bothering to say more. A mere steward with limited vision, what could he know?

Luo Fancheng clearly saw the other's demeanor.

No wonder Long Tao didn't do well outside; this Holy Son was obviously arrogant. Saying he was unprecedented was like slapping him in the face.

Emotional intelligence is a good thing, sigh...

Long Tao noticed Huang Yan's voice turning cold, confused and unsure, shouldn't the Temple be happy to gain a prodigy? He quickly explained:

"Reporting to the two lords, this Martial Soul awakened with a golden light reaching thirty meters, and its grade is a Ten-Colored Ten-Grade, a talent defying the heavens."

"Impossible!" The Fourth Worshipper, who had been half-squinting, opened his eyes, revealing a sharp light: "Do you dare to take responsibility for these words?"

Long Tao felt immense pressure, sweating profusely.

"Lord, please see clearly, I dare not speak a single false word."

The Fourth Worshipper smiled: "Huang'er, do you believe it?"

"Teacher, I don't believe it." Huang Yan's red eyes looked at Luo Fancheng, saying, "Boy, release your Martial Soul."

Luo Fancheng frowned.

He was happy that such important figures came specifically for him, but he didn't like their tone.

However, the visitors were obviously powerful, and he didn't want to cause trouble for Su Jiuer over a moment's anger.

"Swish!"

With a thought, Luo Fancheng's soul power surged, a mighty dragon roar echoed, and dazzling light appeared in his palm.

Such strong dragon might.

The Fourth Worshipper and Holy Son's pupils contracted, staring intently, their expressions turning somber.

Huang Yan pointed at the Martial Soul and said, "Long Tao, is this the peerless talent you mentioned?"

Long Tao was dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

In the distance, Su Jiuer and the villagers rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.

At this moment, there was no True Dragon Martial Soul; in Luo Fancheng's palm was a small black loach less than half a foot long, though it exuded pure dragon might.

But it looked odd and pathetically weak.

Luo Fancheng also felt dizzy. If the System hadn't said it was the strongest god-level Martial Soul, he would be questioning his life right now.

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"Hmph!"

A muffled snort like thunder, the Fourth Worshipper looked displeased: "Long Tao, a golden light of thirty meters, a Ten-Colored Martial Soul, is this it? Is this all?"

"Lord, I don't know... I don't know what happened." Long Tao was flustered, unsure how to explain.

"Falsely reporting is a capital offense."

Long Tao's face turned pale, he crawled to Luo Fancheng's feet, clutching his pants and pleading, "Big brother, please explain! How did this happen?"

Luo Fancheng shook his head, pulling his leg back. He didn't know what was going on either; it couldn't be that the heavenly lightning damaged it, right?

But it would be unfair for Long Tao to die like this.

"Actually, I have two Martial Souls." Luo Fancheng extended his left hand, a gentle green light flickered, a fragrant aroma spread, and a six-petaled Green Lotus appeared.

"Twin Martial Souls? It's the legendary Twin Martial Souls!!!" Long Tao was overjoyed, feeling like the dark world had brightened again.

"Another Martial Soul?" Holy Son Huang Yan was taken aback.

"Hmm?"

The Fourth Worshipper stepped forward to confirm, exclaiming, "I didn't expect such a remote place to produce a Twin Martial Soul owner, truly rare."

"But..."

"That's all there is to it."

Isn't a Twin Martial Soul strong enough? Long Tao felt indignant, wanting to question but hesitated, not daring to offend.

The Fourth Worshipper seemed to guess what he was thinking, coldly judging:

"The world recognizes plant-type Martial Souls as the weakest, and this Green Lotus is utterly useless, not even as good as vines. If it has healing effects, it could serve as a support Soul Master."

Luo Fancheng remained calm, unaffected by praise or blame, but Su Jiuer, hidden in the crowd, was visibly displeased.

Long Tao couldn't accept the judgment of a useless Martial Soul, anxiously saying, "Lord, why not use the Bronze Pillar to verify it on the spot."

"No need to waste time."

The Fourth Worshipper shook his head: "Twin Martial Souls must have similar grades, and this loach, even with pure dragon might, coexists with the Green Lotus, destined to be a useless Martial Soul with no development potential, not worth the resources to cultivate."

"But..." Long Tao still wanted to speak.

"Impudent!" Huang Yan scolded coldly: "My teacher's knowledge is vast, would he deceive you?"

"Boom!"

Blinding white light radiated in all directions, behind Huang Yan appeared a blazing four-winged angel wreathed in flames.

His red eyes emitted an endless confident divine light, majestic as he said, "See, this is a true top-tier Nine-Grade Martial Soul."

"Swish—"

Another round of golden sun manifested above Huang Yan's head, he spread his arms, declaring:

"Great Sun Illumination."

"See, this is a true top-tier Twin Martial Soul."

The villagers were shocked, and Long Tao was also greatly astonished.

But he still vaguely felt that although the Holy Son's Martial Soul was strong, compared to the commotion Luo Fancheng caused earlier, it was indeed inferior.

"Why show off gold to beggars, Huang'er, you're too attached, let's go." The Fourth Worshipper scolded, but his eyes showed satisfaction.

Compared to the Holy Son's grandeur, Luo Fancheng, with a loach in one hand and a Green Lotus in the other, seemed shabby, but he felt no great waves in his heart, even finding it a bit amusing.

Holy Son? His behavior was somewhat childish, just a child's mindset.

He had strong confidence in his path to becoming a powerhouse; this Holy Son would not be his target.

The Fourth Worshipper raised his hand, shattering space to reveal a black hole, he and Huang Yan stepped in, tossing something to Luo Fancheng.

"Boy, this dragon blood is a gift to you. What fortune you gain from it is up to you, no need to be grateful."

Luo Fancheng instinctively caught it, a small transparent bottle filled with crimson liquid.

As the Fourth Worshipper and Holy Son disappeared in an instant.

A hidden figure in the shadows of Yun Village, observing for a long time, was about to emerge but was held back by a noblewoman beside her.

"They're gone? Just like that?" Long Tao chuckled bitterly, "What is going on with your Martial Soul?"

Luo Fancheng retracted his Martial Soul, holding the small bottle, casually said, "Maybe the heavenly lightning ruined it."

Long Tao recalled the terrifying heavenly punishment, shivering at the thought, could it be that the unprecedented Ten-Colored Martial Soul was destroyed by heavenly punishment?

In the short waiting time, it degraded into a useless Martial Soul?

He secretly lamented, feeling a pang of regret, looking at Luo Fancheng's always calm face, Long Tao was amazed, couldn't help but ask:

"It was supposed to be a peerless god-level Martial Soul, but it turned into a useless one, rejected and scorned by the Worshipper and Holy Son, aren't you pained or upset?"

The villagers shook their heads in pity, Su Jiuer bit her lip, worried that her little man would be hurt, her heart full of concern.

"Hahaha."

Luo Fancheng laughed heartily, his handsome face exuding an indescribable celestial aura, patting Long Tao's shoulder, then walking towards the edge of the square, speaking freely:

"So what if one is born an ant? Remember not to belittle oneself."

"Even if life is as thin as paper, one should have an unyielding heart."

"Weak but firm, never losing the aspiration to soar."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears, and after savoring its meaning, they were all moved.

Su Jiuer stared blankly at Luo Fancheng, who remained carefree and smiling despite everything, her heart fluttering for the second time.

Long Tao trembled all over, these words reached his soul, resonating deeply, wasn't he always belittling himself because of his humble origins?

An unyielding heart, ambition, did he have them?

If he did, he would have gone much further by now.

The noblewoman observing from the shadows couldn't help but change her expression upon hearing these words.

Could these words come from a young man who just faced disappointment?

Such a transcendent mindset, such a heart of a strong person, truly astonishing!!

As for the beautiful young maiden beside the noblewoman, her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at the celestial youth in the field.

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