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

"Yes!"

Ao Debiao nodded, his face full of joy; with such a formidable disciple, the Pope must be overjoyed.

The Pope Hall suddenly fell into silence, and Ao Debiao felt an inexplicable pressure.

He was filled with confusion—what was going on?

"T-Teacher, Nana has such a powerful Spirit Ring, are you not happy?"

Su Wen wore a strange expression.

Hu Liena also blinked her large, puzzled eyes.

Bibi Dong looked at Su Wen and Hu Liena, a faint smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face.

"It truly exceeded my expectations; Nana is very impressive, but..."

Bibi Dong shifted her tone, cold-snorting, "Ao Debiao, your negligence almost cost me one of my disciples."

"Your Majesty, it was my dereliction of duty; I am willing to accept punishment."

Ao Debiao knelt in terror, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He had indeed forgotten a crucial point.

Princess Hu Liena had succeeded in the absorption, but had she failed, the power of the Spirit Ring would have caused her body to burst.

Chapter 20: I Want Both the Blue Silver Emperor and the Spirit Bone

"Teacher, this was my decision; it has nothing to do with Ao Debiao."

Su Wen stepped forward, truly afraid that Bibi Dong might kill Ao Debiao on a whim.

Ao Debiao felt a warmth in his heart and cast a look of gratitude toward Su Wen.

The young master was truly approachable and kind to others.

"Hmph, you are naturally at fault as well!"

Satisfaction welled up in the depths of Bibi Dong's eyes, seeing him take responsibility, and her tone softened slightly: "Ao Debiao, you may leave first!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Ao Debiao dared not linger; after bowing once more, he slowly retreated from the hall.

"Xiao Wen, you were indeed impulsive today..."

"It's not Senior Brother's fault; it was Nana who wanted to absorb it."

Before Bibi Dong could finish, Hu Liena had already stepped forward, twisting the hem of her clothes, her head slightly lowered, her voice soft and weak.

"I hadn't finished speaking yet..." Bibi Dong was left speechless, and Hu Liena's face turned crimson, her head drooping immediately.

Bibi Dong's voice softened further: "A century-level Spirit Ring is, after all, just a century-level Spirit Ring. There is no need to take risks for a few hundred years of power. Spirit Power always has a limit, and only a few are truly special. After reaching the Title Douluo realm, they are basically of no use. If one's foundation is damaged during the Spirit Master stage, the path to becoming a Title Douluo becomes exponentially more difficult. Nana, you were simply lucky..."

Su Wen was somewhat surprised; Bibi Dong was different from his impression of her.

Meeting Bibi Dong's gaze, he smiled and replied, "Teacher, the path of cultivation is inherently a struggle against heaven and earth. With a little more power, even just a fraction, one's future potential increases. Today's efforts are merely to make the future a little easier. Aunt Ye said..."

A flash of astonishment crossed Bibi Dong's eyes.

She pursed her lips and ultimately said nothing more.

"Enough. As long as you have the heart to grow stronger, that is fine, but you must act according to your capabilities. Go back and rest for today; we will continue lessons tomorrow!"

"Teacher, then I will take Nana back first!"

Su Wen took Hu Liena's hand and turned to leave the hall, the latter unable to hide the joy on her small face.

She looked at her senior brother, her eyes filled with a touch of reliance, and whispered:

"Senior Brother, Nana is hungry. That Fire Fox is so cute, shall we eat it?"

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, two months went by.

Su Wen sat cross-legged on his bed, feeling the power in his body reach a bottleneck.

As a meridian broke through, the aura of his body surged instantly.

He exhaled a breath of stale air comfortably.

"Level fourteen!"

"One level in two months—I wonder if that's fast or slow!"

Su Wen jumped off the bed and opened the door to see Hu Liena walking into the courtyard.

"Senior Brother, Nana has broken through to level thirteen!"

Hu Liena trotted forward, her fox-like eyes staring at him with delight.

"Truly impressive!"

Su Wen reached out to pat her head, and Hu Liena rubbed against his hand.

She shook her head gently, soaking up the warmth of his palm.

"I'm heading out. Please tell my teacher for me."

"Can Nana go too?"

"Next time."

Su Wen bid farewell to a somewhat dejected Hu Liena and jogged toward the Elder Hall.

Passing by Chrysanthemum Douluo's courtyard, he saw no one inside and felt a bit discouraged.

The Immortal Herb catalog he had been promised still hadn't materialized.

Su Wen casually plucked a few flowers and turned to leave.

"Aunt Ye!"

Arriving at Ye Yuan'er's courtyard, Su Wen pushed the door open and walked inside.

Seeing Ye Yuan'er sitting quietly on the bed, he walked over to the vase and tucked the flowers he had picked into it.

"Aunt Ye, did you break through?"

"Mm, I reached level 94 last night!"

Ye Yuan'er opened her fiery eyes and looked at the flowers in the vase, feeling a bit ashamed: "You didn't pluck these from Elder Ju's place again, did you?"

"He grows too many; he definitely can't keep up with them all. I'm just helping him out. Aunt Ye, let's go somewhere. I've received word that there's a 100,000-year Spirit Bone there!"

Su Wen was brimming with excitement; it was time to go retrieve the Blue Silver Emperor.

"The information you received? And it's a 100,000-year Spirit Bone?"

Ye Yuan'er gave him a look that said, "Do you really think I believe that?"

Su Wen crossed his arms: "Are you going or not?"

"Fine, fine, fine. But don't come crying to me if we don't find anything!"

Ye Yuan'er stepped off the bed, walked up to him, and teased him with a huff.

Su Wen took out a black robe and a mask: "Put these on. Once we're out, you are the Phoenix Douluo, and you have absolutely nothing to do with Lingyuan Douluo!"

Ye Yuan'er took them with a puzzled expression: "So mysterious. You little brat, you aren't planning on doing something evil, are you?"

"Heh heh heh!"

Half an hour later, Ye Yuan'er and Su Wen, both clad in black robes and wrapped up tightly, wearing red masks, left Wuhun City.

In Nuoding City, people came and went on the streets, but Su Wen and Ye Yuan'er did not attract any attention.

There were plenty of people wearing black robes, shrouding themselves in darkness.

"Little Wen, why have we come to such a remote place?"

"Aunt Ye, according to my information, there is a village called Holy Soul Village among the villages outside the city. There is a Title Douluo there. You just need to pretend to be passing by and lure him away. The 100,000-year Spirit Bone I mentioned is right there."

"Your information? A Title Douluo? Which Title Douluo?"

"It might be Haotian Douluo!"

When Su Wen and Ye Yuan'er went to a hotel to rest, he explained the general situation to her.

Ye Yuan'er's expression was one of shock.

Haotian Douluo was an enemy of Spirit Hall, the man who had killed the previous Pope.

He was the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, and just after reaching that rank, he had escaped from the encirclement of three Title Douluos and dozens of Cardinals.

He had even severely wounded the Pope, leading to his death, and the Cardinals had suffered heavy losses. Su Wen's parents had died in that very battle.

"Little Wen, how did you get this information... Never mind, I'll go back and call for people first. Regardless of whether the news is true or not, we should surround and capture him first."

As Ye Yuan'er spoke, she prepared to stand up. As for whether the news was true, she had already subconsciously trusted Little Wen completely.

Su Wen held her back: "Aunt Ye, Tang Hao has a 100,000-year Spirit Bone hidden in a cave. If we really call everyone from Spirit Hall, we won't be the ones to get our hands on the Spirit Bone."

"Besides, facing a Title Douluo backed into a corner, I doubt anyone from the Elder Hall would dare to risk their lives. The end result would just be Tang Hao escaping."

Ye Yuan'er fell silent. The temptation of a 100,000-year Spirit Bone was indeed great.

If too many people came, it was one thing whether they could kill Tang Hao, but the Spirit Bone definitely wouldn't fall to Little Wen.

"But it's too risky. I'll lure him away, and you go get the Spirit Bone. Not to mention whether it's easy to find, what if he goes back..."

"Aunt Ye, you wouldn't be unable to even stop him, would you?"

"Tch, don't talk about stopping him. If it really came down to a life-or-death struggle, I might not necessarily lose."

Ye Yuan'er rolled her eyes at him, and Su Wen chuckled: "Then let's move. Don't fight to the death; just use your speed advantage to lure him away. I'll take the Spirit Bone, and the Blue Silver Emperor won't be able to run either. Heh heh heh, I really am wicked..."