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Chapter 419.

"How would it work?" Tang San asked solemnly, his expression serious. "I don't care about inheriting the Clear Sky School. All I want is for my father to acknowledge his lineage, return to the clan, and pay homage to my grandfather. He has carried the guilt of his exile for years."

The Second Elder studied Tang San for a moment before responding slowly, "Little San, I understand the hatred burning in your heart. You not only wish for your father to return to the sect, but you also want revenge against the Soul Hall. Their enmity is not just with you—it's with the Clear Sky School as well. However, you don't fully grasp the strength of the Soul Hall."

He paced back and forth, his voice steady but heavy with concern.

"Do you know how many branch halls the Soul Hall commands across the continent? How many soul masters above level 30 they have? Or how many above Soul King level? How many Soul Douluos? And how many Titled Douluos? Let me tell you—it's a number beyond your imagination."

The Second Elder paused before continuing, his tone growing darker.

"And now, with the emergence of the White Pontiff, the situation is even more precarious. This person's origins are shrouded in mystery, and his strength is beyond comprehension. They might only rank below the Supreme Pontiff and the Grand Worshipper within the Soul Hall. But even more alarming is their youth—this White Pontiff power at such an age far surpasses what your father had achieved at the same time. They are a formidable adversary."

Tang San remained silent, fully aware of the gap between his current strength and the Soul Hall's overwhelming power. The mere mention of the White Pontiff made his resolve grow firmer. Though the White Pontiff had not shown his face, his voice betrayed his age, hinting at a level of talent and strength that sent chills through the entire continent.

The Second Elder broke the silence, his voice firm. "This is why I propose three conditions for you to fulfill. Only then should we even consider allowing your father to return to the sect, let alone think about opposing the Soul Hall."

"What are they?" Tang San asked.

The elder took a deep breath before listing them:

"First, you must reach the level of Soul Douluo before the age of twenty-eight. Second, within eight years, you must kill a Titled Douluo from the Soul Hall. And third, you must obtain a 100,000-year old soul ring."

These conditions hung in the air like an impossible challenge. Even Tang Xiao and the other elders exchanged incredulous glances. The Second Elder's demands were nearly absurd in their difficulty.

Tang Xiao frowned. "Second Uncle, these conditions are extreme. A 28-year-old Soul Douluo is unheard of! And killing a Titled Douluo of the Soul Hall? That's a death sentence! And as for a 100,000-year soul ring—how many in history have ever obtained one?"

But Tang San, after a brief moment of silence, broke into a grin.

"Is that all?"

The Second Elder raised an eyebrow, momentarily speechless.

"Little San, don't underestimate the difficulty of this," Tang Xiao warned, his voice serious.

Tang San shook his head, his expression resolute. "Uncle, Second Elder, you underestimate me. Do you know of someone who reached nearly level 50 before the age of fifteen? Who possessed an all-black soul ring configuration and with a ring that was a 60,000-year old? This same person fought two Titled Douluos at the same time and defeated them. The Soul Hall never released news of his fate because they didn't want to admit it. Those Titled Douluos… likely didn't survive the fight."

Tang Xiao eyes widened in disbelief, and murmurs spread among the other elders.

Tang San's voice carried a tinge of nostalgia as he continued. "You've heard of him—Jiu Yikai. His real name is Wang Feng. I've known him since childhood. Over five years ago, he single-handedly dominated the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament and became the first-ever solo champion. He even killed a Soul Douluo of the Soul Hall during the event."

The room fell into a stunned silence.

"Feng'ge accomplished half of what you're asking before the age of fifteen," Tang San said with a confident smile. "Why should I find it impossible to achieve these conditions by the age of twenty-eight? And I know he's not dead. Either he's imprisoned within the Soul Hall, or he's hiding somewhere in the world. Regardless, his feats are real."

Tang San's eyes shone with determination. "So, Second Elder, I am confident I can meet these conditions in five years—or even less."

The elders exchanged bewildered looks. While they had heard of Jiu Yikai's exploits, they had no idea about his battles against two Titled Douluos. This was information the Soul Hall had deliberately suppressed, unwilling to expose the secrets of that battle.

But Tang San's conviction was undeniable, and for the first time in a long while, a flicker of hope stirred in the hearts of the Clear Sky Sect's elders.

At the time, none of the Shrek members present revealed the truth. Since the Soul Hall had officially recognized Jiu Yikai as the champion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, they chose not to spread the full story.

Now, as Tang San recounted the events in detail, the elders and members of the Clear Sky Sect exchanged astonished glances. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.

"This Jiu Yikai… is he really that powerful?" Tang Xiao finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I already thought it was exaggerated for him to win the championship alone in the competition. But what you're describing, Xiao San… it's almost unbelievable!"

Tang San nodded, then explained everything that had happened during the tournament and the events at the Supreme Pontiff's Palace in vivid detail. His tone carried the weight of conviction, knowing that the Clear Sky Sect's opposition to the Soul Hall made it safe to share this information.

After hearing the story, the Second Elder snorted coldly. "As expected of Bibi Dong. She's not only ruthless but also incredibly cunning. No wonder she has held the Soul Hall together for so long."

"Jiu Yikai's talent is truly absurd," the Seventh Elder said, shaking his head in disbelief. "To fight two Titled Douluo alone while under level 50—and even win! It's no surprise the Soul Hall suppressed this information. If it became public, it would be a humiliation they could never recover from."

"What a pity," Tang Xiao sighed. "Such talent, such brilliance… but it's unlikely he's still alive. Based on your account, Xiao San, he was left in the Supreme Pontiff's Palace. Surviving that would be impossible."

"He's alive." Tang Hao, silent until now, spoke with absolute certainty. His deep, gravelly voice echoed with conviction. "For the five-year agreement, he will return."

His words lingered in the air, echoing off the cliffs like a solemn promise.

Soul City – The Supreme Pontiff Palace

Inside the grand Supreme Pontiff Palace of Soul City, an air of solemnity hung over the hall as Bibi Dong personally placed the silver pontiff's crown on the head of the White Pontiff.

All around them, Templar Knights, the knights of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, five Platinum Bishops, and dozens of cardinals knelt in reverence. The grand ceremony was finally complete, a moment that would be etched into the annals of the Soul Hall's history.

The White Pontiff was now officially recognized as a figure of authority within the Soul Hall, a force whose power even the lower four sects who had surrendered could not deny.

Many of the Soul Hall's prominent figures attended the ceremony, including Hu Liena and her fellow members of the Golden Generation. As representatives of the Soul Hall, the three watched the proceedings with unshakable respect and admiration.

In the past year, they had witnessed the White Pontiff rise to prominence, traveling across the Soul Hall territories of both empires. To them, it felt as though they were witnessing history unfold—a privilege few could claim.

For Hu Liena in particular, her admiration for the White Pontiff had reached its peak. Having known Wang Wu for three years, she had seen him transform from the mysterious White Death God into the unassailable White Pontiff. The emotional impact of that journey was something she doubted most people could ever understand.

Once the ceremony concluded, Bibi Dong dismissed everyone, leaving only Wang Feng in the grand hall.

"Wang Wu," she began, her tone still regal but with an unmistakable warmth, "I've never placed so much importance on a single person before."

Her voice carried a rare trace of admiration as she looked at him, her eyes filled with approval. The past year's trials had only deepened her confidence in him.

Wang Feng remained calm, his expression unreadable, as if completely unmoved by the praise.

Bibi Dong didn't seem to mind his aloofness. She understood his nature and the circumstances surrounding him.

"I have a plan," she said with a slight smile. "A plan that is crucial for the future of the Soul Hall. And you, Wang Wu, are indispensable to its success."

"What do you need me to do?" Wang Feng asked directly, his interest piqued. "If your plan is intriguing enough, I might even enjoy it."

Bibi Dong walked over to her desk and retrieved a stack of documents, handing them to Wang Feng. Her expression turned serious as she said slowly, "It's quite simple. I need you to assume a role. The details are all in this profile."

Wang Feng glanced at the documents, curiosity evident in his gaze. "And who am I supposed to play?"

Bibi Dong's smile widened slightly. "Jiu Yikai."

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(E/N: Well played…)

For a moment, Wang Feng was speechless.

"Are you serious?" he finally said, a trace of exasperation in his voice. "You're sending me on a mission straight out of mission impossible?"

Bibi Dong chuckled softly but said nothing more, leaving Wang Feng to process the absurdity of the task ahead.

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