Douluo: Martial Soul Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress, All Spirit Beasts Sacrifice

It wasn't as if he had forcibly boosted his level by taking some kind of pill.

Furthermore, this kid's physique was also somewhat astonishing.

"How could you improve so quickly?"

Bibi Dong was puzzled.

It had only been a few days since he awakened his Martial Soul.

If she hadn't personally sensed his condition, she would never have believed that he could jump three levels in just a few days.

Su Wen shrugged his shoulders: "My first Spirit Ring was over six hundred years old, which brought me to level twelve and a half. Yesterday, I ate the meat of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast and practiced for a while, and then I reached level thirteen!"

"A Spirit Ring over six hundred years old? That's impossible!"

Bibi Dong denied it outright.

When she saw Ye Yuan'er yesterday, she hadn't asked about the details of Su Wen's Spirit Ring.

After all, it was just a first Spirit Ring; no matter how strong it was, there was a limit to it.

But who could have imagined that this kid actually had a six-hundred-year Spirit Ring, breaking the upper limit.

Su Wen looked confused: "Why is it impossible?"

"Because..." Bibi Dong swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She let out a soft huff: "In the Spirit Master world, no one has ever been able to exceed five hundred years for their first Spirit Ring, let alone your six hundred."

"Teacher, just because there is no record doesn't mean it's impossible. Aunt Ye personally helped me hunt this Spirit Ring; surely Aunt Ye couldn't have been mistaken?"

Su Wen directly manifested his first Spirit Ring.

Although it was still yellow, the radiance and pressure of a six-hundred-year ring were distinctly different from a four-hundred-year one.

Bibi Dong could naturally feel clearly that it was definitely not four hundred years.

She fell into silence, not speaking for a moment.

"Come with me!"

Bibi Dong suddenly turned around, her gauze skirt brushing past Su Wen's face.

Su Wen inhaled the fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose: "Where are we going, Teacher?"

"What... do you want me to teach you right here?"

"Teacher, wait for me a moment."

Su Wen jumped off the bed, putting on his outer robe as he walked.

He went to the courtyard to wash up, and Bibi Dong didn't say a word, just watched him quietly.

Clearly an evil Martial Soul, yet the exterior is quite pleasing to the eye.

"Teacher, what are you muttering about?"

"Nothing, keep up!"

Su Wen followed behind, watching those swaying hips, feeling slightly surprised in his heart.

The level of patience Bibi Dong was showing far exceeded his expectations.

Suddenly, a surging wave of spirit power radiated from Bibi Dong, and the next moment, she took Su Wen into the air with her.

Su Wen instinctively wanted to grab onto something, flailing about, but he didn't catch anything.

He kicked his legs twice.

He was carried into the sky in a prone position, flying toward Martial Soul Hall.

Upon arriving at the Pope Hall, Su Wen felt as if he had been dragged back by the scruff of his neck.

Bibi Dong didn't even look at him, striding forward with her jade-like legs.

"Teacher, what are you planning to teach me today?"

Su Wen followed behind, asking with curiosity.

"Is the matter of the Immortal Herb true?"

"Bang!"

Su Wen hadn't expected Bibi Dong to stop suddenly; he had been looking up at her and couldn't brake in time, crashing into her back.

A sense of elasticity bounced him back half a step.

"You..."

Bibi Dong turned around, her expression slightly cold.

Looking at the little brat's stature, the chill gradually dissipated.

"Watch where you're going!"

Bibi Dong said, continuing to walk toward the great hall ahead.

"Of course it's true!" Su Wen rubbed his forehead and followed, knowing this couldn't be hidden—after all, it would be impossible to hide it anyway: "I obtained it by luck; I didn't expect Aunt Ye's Martial Soul to actually undergo a change."

"When obtaining a Spirit Ring, why go to the Worship Hall? Can't your teacher help you?"

Bibi Dong did not mention the Immortal Herb again, having already asked Ye Yuan'er.

The Immortal Herb was already gone, so there was no point in asking further.

She had to know what this little guy's attitude was toward the Worship Hall.

Ye Yuan'er doted on him immensely.

Plus, he possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

If they leaned toward the Worship Hall, they would become a major obstacle to her complete control over the Martial Soul Hall in the future.

Su Wen was speechless. Don't you know why we didn't go to you?

If you had gone, Aunt Ye wouldn't even have had a chance to drink the soup.

He thought this to himself, but said aloud, "I heard the Grand Pontiff is the most powerful Spirit Master in the Martial Soul Hall, but I don't like his light attribute."

Bibi Dong was quite satisfied with this answer; children indeed liked the strongest people and didn't have so many ulterior motives.

Hearing the last sentence, the corners of her mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Su Wen did indeed clash with light-type Martial Souls.

An inexplicable aversion would arise between the two.

Even if he became a Super Douluo in the future, he could never join the Worship Hall.

Bibi Dong breathed a slight sigh of relief; as long as she could handle Su Wen.

Lingyuan Douluo would naturally lean toward her as well.

She was very clear about how much potential a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year Spirit Ring had.

Within a few years, he would surely become a Super Douluo!

"Teacher, what is this place?"

Su Wen followed Bibi Dong into a side hall. It was magnificent and opulent, and upon entering the room, there was a faint, sweet fragrance.

"The Saintess Hall!"

Chapter 12: Little Hu Liena

Isn't the Saintess Hall where Bibi Dong used to live?

Why did she bring me here?

Facing Su Wen's confusion.

Bibi Dong quickly provided the answer.

"You will stay here for the time being. If you have any questions regarding your cultivation, you can go directly to the Pope Hall to find me!"

"Familiarize yourself with the place first. See what you need to move over and feel free to decorate as you like. I will start teaching you cultivation tomorrow!"

Su Wen understood and smiled brightly: "Teacher, can I go back whenever I want?"

Bibi Dong nodded: "Yes... later, you will have a junior sister. I will have someone bring her over to meet you so you can get to know each other."

After speaking, Bibi Dong turned and walked outside, but stopped suddenly at the door: "Do not tell anyone the age of your first Spirit Ring!"

"Understood, Teacher!"

Su Wen waved his hand.

After Bibi Dong left.

He stretched, and without a second thought, crawled onto the large bed in the room to take a nap.

"Se, Senior Brother!"

Su Wen opened his eyes.

Beside the bed, a porcelain doll had appeared at some point.

Her small face was flushed, her hands nervously clutching the corners of her clothes, and she was standing obediently to the side.

Hu Liena had been brought by a maid to meet her senior brother.

The door was wide open when she arrived.

She walked straight in, not expecting her senior brother to be sleeping.

She wanted to leave.

But thinking of the teacher's instructions, and that if her senior brother didn't see her.

He would think she was impolite.

So she waited quietly by the side.

Seeing that her senior brother was the big brother who gave her candy yesterday, the worry in Hu Liena's heart dissipated.

This big brother was easy to get along with, and she wouldn't be bullied.