Chapter 138: I Haven't Touched It Yet, Why Did It Light Up?
"Honored guest, how may I address you? And what is your connection to this bird?"
Regaining her composure, Posey inquired of Mo Hui.
Mo Hui stepped forward, patting Pidgeot's back, and replied, "I'm Mo Hui. Pidgeot is my martial soul."
"Beep~"
Sensing no hostility from Posey, Pidgeot relaxed, raising a wing in greeting.
*Martial… soul?!*
Posey's brow furrowed slightly. A beast martial soul manifesting outside the body with such intelligence was unprecedented in her long experience.
More perplexing was that Pidgeot appeared to have received Lord Fengshen's inheritance. But did a martial soul's inheritance equate to the soul master's?
Logically, Posey believed they were one and the same—spirit and master were inseparable, weren't they? Yet, given the divine nature of the matter, she, who understood godly power best, knew gods might indeed distinguish between soul and master.
*No! This anomaly must be reported to Lord Poseidon!*
Realizing her lapse in composure, Posey smiled at Mo Hui. "My apologies, Mr. Mo. I've never encountered such a martial soul before; it startled me. Seahorse, escort our guests into the city to rest. Ensure they're well cared for."
"Yes, High Priest!"
Seahorse Douluo bowed, then saluted Mo Hui. "Mr. Mo, please follow me."
Mo Hui and Pidgeot exchanged a glance before following Seahorse Douluo into Seahorse City.
After arranging their accommodations, Posey proceeded to the Poseidon Temple, kneeling solemnly before the statue of Poseidon. She relayed the situation through the statue.
Moments later, a new divine oracle manifested in her mind.
Posey's face betrayed a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by devout reverence for Poseidon.
Meanwhile, Seahorse Douluo had settled Mo Hui into his residence. At Mo Hui's request for food, an array of local delicacies was promptly delivered—
lobsters, crabs, sea fish, and other marine specialties rare on the mainland.
Pidgeot, averse to physical food due to impurities, was provided with dishes crafted by food-type soul masters, distinct from mainland fare. Delighted, Pidgeot gorged on novel treats, visibly elated.
After Mo Hui and Pidgeot had their fill, Posey entered, smiling. "Guests, are the foods to your liking?"
Mo Hui replied, "They're distinctly oceanic—a true treat for the palate."
"Hehe~"
Posey chuckled, covering her mouth. "As long as you enjoy them. These may be scarce on your continent, but they're abundant on Poseidon Island."
"Thank you, High Priest," Mo Hui returned with a smile.
Their conversation flowed, and from Posey, Mo Hui learned about Poseidon Island's formidable strength: a level 99 Limit Douluo like Posey, seven Titled Douluos, and 3,500 Poseidon Warriors, most above Soul Ancestor level.
Mo Hui couldn't help but marvel. On the mainland, only the Spirit Hall and the peak Clear Sky Sect could rival such a force.
Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, among the top three sects, would falter against Poseidon Island.
Abruptly, Posey proposed, "Do our guests have time? If so, shall I show you around Poseidon Island?"
A tour of Poseidon Island?
Mo Hui pondered briefly and nodded.
Soon, under Posey's guidance, Mo Hui and Pidgeot arrived at an inland sea near Poseidon Island. The shimmering water under the sunset's glow eased Mo Hui's mind.
But a distant yellow glow caught his eye.
"High Priest, what's that?" Mo Hui pointed toward the light, asking Posey.
She smiled. "That's our Seahorse Sacred Pillar. It seems Seahorse is currently administering assessments to islanders."
Sensing Mo Hui's confusion, she elaborated, "On Poseidon Island, everyone must undergo Lord Poseidon's assessment. Only by passing can they earn Lord Poseidon's recognition and become official islanders.
The higher the assessment, the greater one's status. I became High Priest after completing the top-tier eighth assessment."
Her voice carried a trace of pride.
After all, top-tier assessments were rare on Poseidon Island. Even the highest among the seven sacred pillars was merely a black-level sixth assessment, far below her eighth.
Posey then led Mo Hui and Pidgeot to the Seahorse Sacred Pillar.
Upon arriving,
"Greetings, High Priest!" Seahorse Douluo bowed, apologizing, "I was unaware of your visit with Mr. Mo. Forgive my lack of welcome."
"Greetings, High Priest!"
The crowd, following Seahorse Douluo's lead, saluted Posey.
With a gentle wave, Posey said, "No need for formality. I'm merely showing our guests around."
Curious, the islanders studied Mo Hui, eager to discern what made him a "distinguished guest" to the High Priest.
But their hopes deflated upon seeing him.
Mo Hui exuded no formidable aura or pressure. Beyond his striking appearance and refined demeanor, he seemed unremarkable. How could *he* be deemed a distinguished guest?
Mo Hui noted their disappointment but remained unfazed. As his strength grew, external opinions had long ceased to matter, though he'd never cared much to begin with.
Admiring the Seahorse Sacred Pillar's grandeur, Mo Hui studied its intricate patterns, sensing their research value.
Suddenly, the pillar erupted in dazzling blue light. A beam descended from the sky, enveloping Mo Hui.
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