But the next second, Si Yun's fist had already fallen, hitting Yan's face heavily.
Yan's mind froze for a moment, and when he came to his senses again, it was already afternoon. Yan also found that he was lying on the bed with thick gauze wrapped around his head, and a maid was taking care of him not far away.
"Master Yan, you are finally awake."
"What's wrong with me?" Yan said a little confused.
"Master Yan, have you forgotten that today you went to cause trouble for Si Yun, no, Master Shengzi, and that Master Shengzi knocked you unconscious with a punch?"
"Knock him out with one punch!"
Yan only heard these four words and couldn't believe it.
"You mean Si Yun hit me with one punch and I didn't wake up until now."
"Yes, Lord Yan."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Yan roared.
We are all Soul Masters, so why can't he withstand a single blow from Si Yun? Seeing Yan's crazy look, the maid was very scared and ran out quickly.
On the other hand, after defeating Yan, Si Yun went back to practice. Now people of the same level have no way to compete with him. After all, apart from other things, his strength is not something that ordinary people can match.
After staying in the Spirit Hall for a few days, Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment and asked Si Yun to register at the Spirit Academy and then let him stay in the Spirit Hall. To be honest, according to Si Yun's current strength, there is no need for him to go to the Spirit Academy to continue studying. Moreover, in the past six years, Si Yun has almost always been practicing and studying in the library, and his foundation has been extremely solid. Bibi Dong believes that it may be possible to send him to perform some tasks now to increase his experience in all other aspects. After all, to become the Pope, one cannot just fight and kill.
Of course, he would arrange a Titled Douluo to protect Si Yun from behind, so that if Si Yun was really in danger, he could be rescued in time.
So that afternoon, Bibi Dong came to the Pope's Palace again: "Teacher, you are looking for me?"
"Well, Si Yun, your strength is now sufficient, so I plan to give you some tasks and let you go out into the outside world to gain some experience."
"A mission? Sure."
Speaking of which, I have indeed spent enough time in the Spirit Hall and the Spirit Academy. It might be a good idea to go out and gain some experience.
"That's good. Since this is your first mission, I won't assign you a difficult one. I've chosen one that's more suitable for you. There's a Spirit Clan on the border of the Xingluo Empire. They're very dissatisfied with our Spirit Hall and often oppose us. I heard that the local Spirit Halls are about to be wiped out by this clan, so I hope that within a month, we won't see any trace of this clan anymore."
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Si Yun took a breath of cold air. Was the first task assigned to him to destroy someone's family? Wasn't this task a bit too cruel?
Seeing that Si Yun hadn't responded yet, Bibi Dong asked, "Why? Is this mission difficult for you? Or do you have any questions?"
"Teacher, are you going to kill everyone in their family, including the children?"
"Well, not a single chicken can be spared."
After Bibi Dong finished speaking, Si Yun fell silent and said, "If their family is really as the newspaper said, I will do this."
After saying that, Si Yun left. Looking at Si Yun's back, Bibi Dong shook her head. This kid, although he went to Death Valley, his heart was still not hard enough. Some people were indeed not bad people, but from a standpoint, these people must die.
Walking out of the Pope's Palace, Si Yun looked at the scroll in his hand with a heavy heart. He didn't expect Bibi Dong to assign him such a task. To be honest, he didn't object to Bibi Dong establishing the Wuhun Empire and unifying the continent in the later period, because although doing so would cause bloodshed, it would indeed be beneficial to the future development of the continent and the survival of the people.
However, some of the Spirit Hall's ways of doing things are indeed difficult for people to accept. Tyrants will always be overthrown. Perhaps, I am now the Son of God. Perhaps, I should use my own power to solve some of the corruption problems within the Spirit Hall. But before that, I need to get more supporters first.
While thinking, a team of carriages suddenly appeared in front of Si Yun.
"Lord Saint Son, we are the soul masters who are going to carry out the mission with you. Please get in the car. This is the mission certificate." The other party said while lowering his head, not daring to look directly at Si Yun.
After hearing what the other party said, Si Yun checked the certificate and confirmed that there was no problem before saying, "Why are you lowering your head? Aren't you afraid to look at me?"
After hearing Si Yun's words, the other party slowly raised his head, and what came into view was a pretty face, but this face was now red, as if shy.
Then the other party said, "We lowly people dare not look directly at the Holy Son's face."
"We don't have so many rules here. Don't be so formal. After all, we still have to carry out a mission together."
As he spoke, Si Yun got on the horse.
After Si Yun got on the carriage, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. She had not expected that the Holy Son would be so handsome. When she saw him from a distance just now, her heart was like being struck by lightning, and she was deeply shocked.
When she came to her senses, the Son of God had already walked in front of her. Being in such close contact with such a handsome man, she lost her composure for a moment, so she lowered her head and dared not continue looking.
Looking back at the carriage, her heart was still beating fast, and she began to feel fortunate that she was assigned this task.
Thinking of this, the convoy started to set off.
At the same time, Guimei was also secretly following the convoy. He was the Titled Douluo who was assigned to protect Si Yun in secret.
There were a total of fifteen soul masters who came out with Si Yun this time, including ten Soul Lords, four Soul Sects, and one Soul King. The strongest patriarch of the family they wanted to wipe out was only a Soul King of level 51, and he was over 70 years old, so his strength had declined a lot.
It can be said that there is almost no risk in his undertaking this mission. It is just a formality, and Bibi Dong's main purpose is to train his mind.
Si Yun was sitting alone in the carriage practicing, while the soul masters in front were riding their horses and chatting in low voices.
"Lord Holy Son is so handsome. How can there be such a good-looking person in the world? Am I dreaming now?" said one of the women.
"You are not dreaming, but whether the Holy Son is handsome or not has nothing to do with us. Do you think he would be interested in low-status soul masters like us?" The man next to the woman answered sourly.
"Haha, that's not necessarily true. The Holy Son is still a child now, right? It's hard for children to withstand the temptations of the outside world."
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