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Chapter 392.

After becoming the Supreme Pontiff, Bibi Dong had no objections to Wang Feng's decision to keep his mask on, in fact, she fully supported it.

The allure of revealing his face was simply too great—ordinary soul masters couldn't withstand its overwhelming charm. This charm wasn't just physical, but also emanated from his very demeanor and aura, making it irresistibly attractive.

As Wang Feng had previously considered, his current appearance was far more captivating than the legendary Tang Monk's meat. Therefore, he kept his mask firmly in place.

His attire had also changed. The simple white robes he once wore were replaced with a specially crafted white-and-gold silk robe—noble, elegant, and striking. His image as the White Death had evolved.

"I've noticed that since I began cultivating under the Supreme Pontiff, my soul power cultivation speed has more than doubled," Yan said cheerfully, but she showed no particular interest in Wang Feng's mask.

This increase in his cultivation speed was actually due to Wang Feng's Meteoric Tears and the Dustless Glazed Body. His constant cultivation allowed the energy of heaven and earth to flow freely into his body, creating a special aura around him. This was the source of his pure and refreshing energy.

Before, in the Slaughter City, this effect had been less noticeable because the violent energy of the city had affected everything, including his aura. Moreover, Hu Liena had barely spent time with Wang Feng, let alone walked the Hell Road. The harsh environment had made even soul power recovery a challenge, let alone effective cultivation.

Things were different now.

Hu Liena watched Wang Feng intently. The aura around him was purer and more invigorating than it had been in the Slaughter City. It felt as if a natural, beneficial environment surrounded him, enhancing their cultivation speed.

This was another reason Bibi Dong allowed the three of them to accompany Wang Feng. It was also why Xie Yue and Yan admired the White Pontiff so much more.

Even Cardinal Thomas was secretly impressed. The influence of this aura affected him as well. The White Pontiff, born from nowhere, was a complete mystery—powerful and enigmatic, with incredible abilities that left others in awe.

"Your majesty, Lord White Pontiff, we've arrived at Elephant City. Hu Yanzhen is waiting for us," Thomas said, glancing ahead. From their position high in the air, he could already spot the distant city.

Wang Feng nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Bibi Dong had tasked him with inspecting the Soul Halls of the mainland and visiting the Seven Great Sects, but there was another underlying goal to this mission.

Bibi Dong wanted him to truly subdue these four sects in his name, bringing them under the Soul Hall's control. More specifically, she wanted him to act in his own name as White Pontiff.

And for the three most powerful sects, Bibi Dong had only instructed him to "visit and deter," but Wang Feng suspected it would be more than that. The true purpose was likely for him to challenge these sects and solidify his reputation across the mainland.

It was clear that Wang Feng was truly valued. He had been entrusted with an important task, one that would give the White Pontiff real power within the Soul Hall, not just a title.

From this, Wang Feng realized that Bibi Dong saw him as a talented individual. She had given him a name, a role, and most importantly, power. Her approach to employing people was straightforward and strategic, but she never failed to test them as well.

Elephant City, where the Elephant Sect was based, was not far from Heaven Dou City. It was also home to the Elephant Academy of the Five Element Colleges.

While Wang Feng had not yet visited the other three sects, this was his second time encountering the Elephant Sect.

As they arrived, Wang Feng spotted Hu Yanzhen from a distance.

The flying sword descended rapidly, like a streak of light, and landed smoothly on the ground. The five figures dismounted with ease, and it was immediately clear that this unique method of travel had caught the attention of Hu Yanzhen and the elders of the Elephant Sect.

They watched in awe as the White Pontiff, shrouded in mystery, stood before them. Though his seamless mask concealed his face, the presence of Hu Liena and the cardinal behind him confirmed his identity.–

"I Hu Yanzhen, greet the White Pontiff…" Hu Yanzhen said, bowing respectfully, his voice trembling. Many of the disciples and elders behind him followed suit, their expressions filled with reverence.

Bishop Thomas raised an eyebrow. The Four Great Sects were different from the other factions of the Soul Hall.

Although there had been murmurs of doubt and speculation in the previous cities they'd visited, when the White Pontiff arrived, the proper courtesies were observed—after all, he was the Pontiff.

However, the Four Great Sects were unique. Their leaders, especially the Sect Masters, held statuses that were on par with the elders of the Soul Hall.

Even without a Titled Douluo, the Sect Masters of these sects were powerful enough to contend with Titled Douluos thanks to their unique abilities. They maintained a dependent relationship with the Soul Hall but did not fully surrender to its authority. As such, Hu Yanzhen's status as a Sect Master was slightly above that of a platinum bishop.

Thus, Hu Yanzhen did not extend the highest courtesies when meeting the White Pontiff.

Bishop Thomas couldn't help but glance at the White Pontiff.

This was the White Pontiff's first meeting with the leaders of the Four Great Sects, and it was quite different from his previous inspections of Soul Halls in other cities.

It would not be easy to convince someone like Hu Yanzhen, especially with an entire sect backing him.

The Seven Great Sects, no matter how weak, were far stronger than ordinary factions.

As it stood, Hu Yanzhen was at level 89, and it was clear he was rapidly approaching the level of a Titled Douluo.

Hu Yanzhen's son, Hu Yanli, possessed a mutant martial soul and was already incredibly powerful, with potential that would eventually surpass his father's. Currently, he had reached level 56 in Soul Power level strength.

When Hu Liena heard this, her brows furrowed, clearly displeased with Hu Yanzhen's tone. However, she kept silent, as did Xie Yue and Yan, who stood nearby.

"My Lord White Pontiff," Hu Yanzhen continued, "I understand that your inspection has likely worn you out. It would be better to rest at the city's hotel first. I've already arranged accommodations. After you've had some rest, you can continue your journey."

Although Hu Yanzhen was somewhat surprised by the unique method of landing, he had traveled across the continent and seen many things. He wasn't easily shocked.

His words were clear: He wanted to entertain the White Pontiff with fine food and comfort, expecting him to rest and then proceed with the inspection of the Soul Hall. He didn't intend to challenge or provoke the White Pontiff, preferring a more deferential approach.

As for the other issues, Hu Yanzhen suggested, there was no need to worry.

It was a wise move, considering the situation. Hu Yanzhen may have appeared as a tough and imposing figure, but he wasn't naïve.

Though the Elephant Armor Sect was allied with the Soul Hall, it did not submit to its rule completely—it maintained its autonomy. Dependence on the Soul Hall was one thing, but submission was something else entirely.

The four great sects, including the Elephant Armor Sect, were akin to ancient vassals in the past. The Soul Hall was the center, but the sects were still free to maintain their own power.

Bibi Dong's second test for Wang Feng was clear, she wanted him to bring these four sects to complete submission and ensure that they recognized the authority of the White Pontiff and indirectly Soul Hall.

However, Wang Feng was not one to beat around the bush. He raised his hand and spoke calmly, cutting through the tension:

"Don't waste time. You know why I'm here. Although I am the White Pontiff, I don't enjoy beating around the bush. I'm here to make your sect surrender. Let's get straight to the point!"

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