Douluo Dalu: From Shinobi to Spirit Master

When Ju Douluo found Su Chen, the young man had already settled into his rest.

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By the time Su Xiao returned in the afternoon and heard about his son's abilities, he nearly fainted from the shock. It took a long while to calm him down before he could finally regain his composure.

Su Chen, however, felt exhausted. Despite having lived two lifetimes, he still didn't know how to comfort others.

When Su Xiao finally regained his composure, he sighed in relief. After all, resting during the day wasn't always ideal.

But then, just as he had settled down, Su Chen was abruptly woken by his father's excited and flustered voice. The moment he stepped into the living room, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Please, wait a moment."

Before Ju Douluo could speak, Su Chen nodded slightly and turned to head back to his room.

"Su..."

Ju Douluo opened his mouth, intending to urge him, but as he watched the calm, unhurried back of the young man, his restless heart inexplicably settled.

He and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and quietly sat down to wait.

"Oh, this child!" Su Xiao rushed to say. "Sir, please wait a moment; I'll call him right now!"

His anxiety was palpable. These two men weren't just famous on the continent—they were also the favored ones of the new Pope. If his son could make a connection with them, his future in the Spirit Hall would be limitless!

But why had they come so late, seeking Su Chen? Could it be that Su Chen had alerted the Pope?

"It doesn't matter. We'll wait."

Ju Douluo placed a hand on Su Xiao's shoulder and shook his head lightly.

Seeing such a big shot like Ju Douluo so calm, Su Xiao could only sit down, embarrassed by his own nervousness.

Fortunately, Su Chen didn't keep them waiting long. Moments later, the young man walked out, wiping his damp hair.

The trio exchanged glances. Ju Douluo was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. Su Chen had changed into neat clothes and had clearly just finished washing up.

"Do you know where we are headed?" Ju Douluo asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Su Chen nodded. "If nothing unexpected happens, we should meet with the Pope in advance. We can discuss the specifics along the way."

He handed a towel to the stunned Su Xiao and then walked out without hesitation. Jugui Douluo exchanged a glance with Ghost Douluo before following suit.

Su Xiao stood there, dumbfounded, looking from the towel in his hand to the backs of the departing figures.

"Wait, did you really alert the Pope?" he asked, still in disbelief.

"I told you it would be like this," Ju Douluo replied gravely.

"So, you'll need to display your abilities to their fullest. The more exaggerated, the better."

Ghost Douluo nodded in agreement.

"No danger, though..."

"No."

Before he could finish, Su Chen interrupted them, his dark eyes fixed on Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

"There must be danger."

The two elder Douluos were stunned, their expressions shifting dramatically.

"You mean..." Ju Douluo began, his voice barely a whisper.

Su Chen nodded firmly. "Yes. If nothing else happens, the Pope will likely arrange for someone to spar with me, either to injure me seriously or, perhaps, worse."

He didn't continue, but the meaning was clear.

"Damn that old man!" Ju Douluo cursed under his breath.

Based on his understanding of Guang Ling Douluo, this kind of situation wasn't merely possible—it was extremely likely.

The situation was a delicate one. There was no way they could send Su Chen there, knowing the potential danger. Ruining a future peerless genius for the sake of a petty dispute would be a foolish move, something only a fool would do.

But if they retreated now...

Ju Douluo wasn't afraid of being punished. But what he feared was that the Pope, His Majesty, would be the one to suffer for it.

For a moment, Ju Douluo found himself in a dilemma.

"I'll take full responsibility. His Majesty the Pope will not blame me if he finds out."

After a long pause, Ju Douluo gritted his teeth, making a decisive choice. "No matter what, we can't let anything happen to Su Chen."

"Let's stick together. Otherwise, you may lose more than just your position in judicial team."

Ghost Douluo shook his head. He looked at the calm and composed Su Chen, feeling a strange shift in his heart.

"Su Chen," he asked, his voice quiet, "what will you do?"

Though putting such pressure on a six-year-old child seemed insane, the dark power Su Chen displayed wasn't limited to his cultivation. Even just a few words from the boy had allowed him to analyze the deeper plan behind Guangling Douluo's actions.

"Yes, yes."

Su Chen nodded calmly.

At that moment, Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up in surprise.

This child keeps surprising them—could it be that he has something up his sleeve this time?

"Then, let's do nothing and accept this challenge."

The white-haired boy's black eyes held a steady gleam as he regarded the two Douluos. His voice was calm, unwavering.

"There's no need to discuss it further. Don't you understand? You're far more important than this petty conflict of wills."

Ju Douluo, his patience thinning, interrupted sharply and waved his hand dismissively.

"The worst outcome would be a punishment or a loss of face. You'll regain that in time. But if you get seriously injured—or worse, killed—what can we do? We can't afford to lose Su Chen."

"Old Ghost, take him back and let him sleep properly."

Ghost Douluo sighed, but before he could act, the white-haired boy gave a faint, knowing smile.

"Two seniors, if I may ask, will the ones sent to test me surpass the level of a Soul master?"

Su Chen's mood had improved, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Raising the possibility was both a challenge and a test. By asking, he sought to probe their true intentions.

If they insisted he take the lead without hesitation, it would force him to rethink his long-term cooperation with Bibi Dong. Destroying a genius for the sake of a fleeting dispute was foolishness, and Su Chen could tolerate cold-bloodedness from his allies—but not shortsightedness and stupidity.

His subordinates should reflect the vision of their superiors. Thankfully, the reactions of Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo satisfied him.

As a result, Su Chen didn't mind offering them a bit of advice in return.

"Nonsense. It will definitely not exceed the level of a Soul Master. Do you expect a Soul Master to deal with a Soul Master?"

Yue Guan replied gruffly, but his expression shifted halfway through.

"You mean..."

"Yes."

The white-haired boy nodded with a calm smile.

"Do you think I'm afraid of a Soul Master?"

His words were bold, almost arrogant.

Yet, both Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo found themselves unable to refute him. After all, this was the same boy who had killed two thousand-year-old soul beasts!

"Well, combat experience... okay, forget I said anything."

Ju Douluo wanted to offer some advice, but upon realizing the depth of his own ignorance, he fell silent. No matter how skilled a Soul Master was in battle, they could never compare to the combat prowess of someone who had slaughtered a thousand-year-old silkworm and its entire tribe.

Damn it, how could this kid be so monstrous?

Both Douluos grinned with a mixture of admiration and discomfort.

They had found a solution, but something felt off. It was almost painful to witness their own intellectual and physical limitations being outmatched by a six-year-old.

But then, the thought of Guangling's inevitable humiliation brought a wicked grin to their faces.

Just wait, you old fool.

I'm coming with a trump card to slap your face!