Su Linfeng: "…"
These little brats are corrupting each other.
It seemed childhood education really was important. Especially early guidance—without the right direction, things could easily go astray.
He only saw Hu Liena as a child, yet she innocently dreamed of giving him children in the future.
What kind of nonsense was this?!
While Hu Liena smirked proudly, Zhang Ping finally realized what had been said. Her pretty face flushed scarlet, as if she had just lost something of immense importance.
"No way, Linfeng-ge!"
Zhang Ping panicked, her little hands clutching her gray robe. "How about… You look at me too—"
"Stop!"
Before she could finish, Su Linfeng cut her off sharply. "It's almost dawn. Both of you, tidy up—we're moving camp."
These two idiots…
Let's see how you face yourselves when you grow up. Childhood promises are debts to the future. We'll see if you pay them back or not.
Without another glance, Su Linfeng turned and walked out of the tent. He was almost afraid to linger, worried it might be too late.
Time passed quickly.
The Golden Generation's Death Canyon Trial was nearing its end.
In less than a month, they had faced soul beasts ranging from decades to centuries old. All of them had been brushed with death more than once. The most dangerous fight had been against the Thirteen-Hundred-Year White-Eyed Blackstripe Tiger, a top-tier beast.
It had taken Hu Liena and Xie Yue's Martial Spirit Fusion Skill to bring it down.
All seven suffered heavy injuries, forcing the group to rest for three full days.
Since the Death Spiders, Su Linfeng had largely refrained from helping. Unless they faced something absolutely impossible to defeat, he didn't lift a hand.
At first, Yan had protested bitterly.
Wasn't this supposed to be a group trial? How could he just stand aside?
He even complained to Hu Liena and the others.
But on the ninth day, Su Linfeng singlehandedly slew a Three-Thousand-Year Crimson Blood Demon Bear.
After that, Yan finally shut his mouth.
The Golden Generation had once again witnessed his overwhelming power.
Just as Hu Liena had guessed, his true strength had already surpassed the Soul Elder realm, reaching the Soul Ancestor level. With only rank-24 soul power, he had killed a three-thousand-year soul beast using just two soul skills—without any external aid.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, none of them would have believed it.
But facts were facts.
A pity, though—the purple soul ring was wasted. None of them could use it.
Still, the gains from the trial were immense. Every member of the Golden Generation advanced by at least one rank, and their potential had been drawn out to the extreme.
One rank in a single month—
That wasn't something ordinary training could achieve. It was nothing short of a small miracle.
"After all this running in circles, we're finally back."
Hu Liena gazed at the dense forest canyon where they had been abandoned a month ago. She sighed: "May we never come to this cursed place again."
"Yeah!"
Zhang Ping chimed in: "We're finally leaving. Why isn't Uncle Luo'er here to pick us up yet?"
As she spoke, both girls turned to Su Linfeng.
Though it had only been a month, he had become the backbone of the team. Raising seven children was no easy task, yet Su Linfeng had done it—both father and mother rolled into one.
The Golden Generation had come to rely on him completely.
Buzz—
Suddenly—
From deep within the canyon, a powerful humming vibration rippled outward.
The force sent weaker soul beasts fleeing in terror. Even the trees trembled without wind, radiating fear.
"A ten-thousand-year soul beast?!"
The Golden Generation gasped in unison, pale-faced, instinctively gathering around Su Linfeng.
But Su Linfeng looked up. Far away, the sky above the canyon's core glowed blood-red. Every soul beast seemed to quake and cry out in fear.
That was not the aura of a ten-thousand-year beast—
It was a hundred-thousand-year beast.
The Death Spider Emperor had fallen.
Bibi Dong must have successfully absorbed its soul ring. She had broken through, becoming a Titled Douluo. That surge of energy was her Martial Spirit's power.
"Su-gege, what's happening?" Hu Liena clutched his arm nervously.
"It's nothing."
Su Linfeng reassured her calmly. "It just means it's time for us to leave."
At his words, everyone exhaled in relief.
If he said it was fine, then it was fine.
All of them trusted Su Linfeng implicitly now. Even Yan. Over the past month, he had made more losses than anyone else—and learned the most.
Su Linfeng was only six years old.
Yet he knew far too much.
In soul beast theory classes, he never listened—always closed his eyes to cultivate. Yet he could still name every soul beast in the canyon, explaining their attributes and abilities.
While the others were clueless children, he could skin fish and roast meat for them.
While they fumbled in panic, he taught them survival skills like a seasoned hunter.
Three soul-deep questions.
No wonder the Golden Generation relied on him so completely. His presence had replaced even Elder Luo'er's. Unlike the academy teachers, he not only let them trial—but also taught them about soul beasts and survival along the way.
Learning through doing.
Who could compare?
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
At that moment, seven streaks of light cut across the sky, rushing toward them.
Sure enough—
When the Golden Generation saw who had come, Su Linfeng's guess was confirmed.
It was none other than Pope Bibi Dong herself, accompanied by six Elders of the Hall of Elders, all Titled Douluo.
Aside from Su Linfeng, the seven Golden Generation children fell to their knees. "Greetings, Your Holiness!"
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed. She waved a hand, telling them to rise, then turned her gentle gaze on Su Linfeng.
"Elder Sister… you…"
Su Linfeng frowned. He could sense the turbulent aura in her body and even saw the black Rakshasa energy flickering in her violet eyes.
The Rakshasa had taken advantage of her again?
At least she hadn't lost her reason—but she was teetering on the brink.
Bibi Dong shook her head at him, signaling not to speak further. Then she addressed the Golden Generation:
"You have all done well. You have not disappointed me."
"On a chosen day, I will personally bestow upon you the honorary title of Golden Generation of Spirit Hall."
"Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost."
"You two will escort these children safely back to the Spirit Hall Academy."
"Yes, Your Holiness!"
Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed.
The moment she finished—
Bibi Dong reached out, pulling Su Linfeng to her side with a wave of power.
Uh…
A wave of weightlessness struck him.
Su Linfeng couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He understood her condition well—any delay might cause her to lose control.
The reason she wouldn't let him speak was simple: she didn't want the six Elders to discover it.
In the blink of an eye—
Bibi Dong pulled him into her embrace, then whispered directly into his ears using soul power:
Hurry—give it to me!