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

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes revealed satisfaction as she took out an exquisite bracelet.

"This disciple understands." Su Wen respectfully accepted the bracelet.

"Tomorrow, I will have Aunt Ye take you to obtain your first Spirit Ring. Afterward, come to the Pope Hall; I will personally instruct you!"

After finishing her words, Bibi Dong walked toward the outside of the room. Her dress, thin as a cicada's wing, brushed against Su Wen's face as she passed, bringing with it a gust of fragrant wind.

"By the way, Ye Yuan'er, you are close to breaking through to level ninety, aren't you?"

Bibi Dong suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Ye Yuan'er was startled, then immediately replied: "Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, half a year will be sufficient!"

Bibi Dong nodded gently: "Very good. When the time comes, I will have Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo assist you in obtaining your ninth Spirit Ring, and then I will personally hold your Title conferment ceremony."

"Many thanks, Your Holiness the Pope!" Ye Yuan'er bowed once more.

Su Wen could see it now; this convenient teacher of his was actively winning over Aunt Ye.

Bibi Dong had only ascended to the throne a year ago, and her foundation was unstable. The only ones she could likely mobilize from the Elder Hall were Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

He sighed inwardly. If things followed the original story, Aunt Ye would indeed join the Pope's faction, only to be killed by the combined efforts of the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape due to her greed for merit and rash advancement.

If I become the Pope's disciple, doesn't that mean I have a chance to become the Holy Son, and then, just like the current Pope, go from Holy Son to Pope!

After Bibi Dong left, Ye Yuan'er suddenly crouched down and planted a loud kiss on Su Wen's cheek, her flame-burning pupils staring intensely at him.

"Who knows!"

Su Wen rolled his eyes in disgust and wiped the moisture off his face.

He summoned his Martial Soul again, having already gained a rough understanding of its state.

However, he had no clue about the information regarding the two accompanying weapons.

He couldn't just use a flower and an umbrella to smash people, could he?

Bibi Dong hadn't mentioned it, and he guessed she didn't know either; at this moment, Su Wen suspected she had gone off to flip through some books.

After researching with Ye Yuan'er for a day without figuring it out, he could only obtain his first Spirit Ring to see how things went.

That night, Su Wen lay on his bed, analyzing the configuration for his first Spirit Ring.

If only he could use Di Tian as a Spirit Ring.

Even if the other party wasn't willing to sacrifice himself, settling for the next best thing, Zi Ji, wouldn't be bad either.

A person must have dreams; otherwise, how are they any different from a salted fish!

However, at this point in time, the Great Beasts should all be in deep slumber...

Just as Su Wen was thinking about these things, a pair of hands pulled him into a soft embrace.

Ye Yuan'er was draped in a thin gauze robe. As the moonlight shone in, her snow-white skin was faintly visible through the fabric.

"Aunt Ye, I'm almost grown up!"

Su Wen sniffed the faint scent of milk at the tip of his nose and let out a helpless sound.

A year ago, when his father was crushed by the Clear Sky Hammer and left no remains, and his mother's mangled corpse was brought back...

Su Wen had gone through his darkest days, and it was Ye Yuan'er who stayed by his side day and night.

As time passed, Ye Yuan'er gradually grew accustomed to needing to hold him to fall asleep.

"No, you are still small!"

Ye Yuan'er's soft hand tested him, giving a firm response. Not allowing Su Wen to refuse, she held him and gradually drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Su Wen was carried by Ye Yuan'er as they rushed into the sky, stepping on the Blazing Spirit Kite, turning into a streak of light and disappearing from Martial Soul City at top speed.

"Aunt Ye, are we going to the Spirit Hunting Forest?"

Su Wen was dressed in black brocade, his trimmed short hair making him look capable, his eerie eyes gazing ahead.

Being several hundred meters above the ground was truly enough to make one's heart tremble.

But Su Wen felt no discomfort at all, not even the slightest obstruction from the airflow.

"The Star Dou Forest. There are many Spirit Beasts there, enough for us to have plenty of choices. If we can encounter a rare bloodline, under the condition of the same Spirit Ring age, the Spirit Skill of a rare bloodline will be even more powerful!"

"How about we go to the Sunset Forest instead?"

"The Sunset Forest is further away than the Star Dou Forest, and it doesn't have as many Spirit Beasts as the Star Dou Forest!"

"Then are you going or not?"

"Giggle~ We'll go, we'll go. If little Wen wants to go, then we shall go!"

Ye Yuan'er spoke dotingly, controlling her Martial Soul to change direction and fly toward the Sunset Forest.

Three days later, Ye Yuan'er and Su Wen arrived above the Sunset Forest.

As a Spirit Douluo, Ye Yuan'er had plenty of experience hunting Spirit Beasts.

She took Su Wen directly to the darkest area of the forest, searching for Spirit Beasts with dark attributes.

"Little Wen, let Auntie test you. You've read plenty of books on Spirit theory before awakening your Spirit. What age of Spirit Ring do you think you should absorb now? And what kind of Spirit Ring should it be?"

Ye Yuan'er gazed at Su Wen, her expression somewhat stern. A hint of anticipation flickered in the depths of her eyes, her demeanor shifting instantly from a gentle aunt to a strict mentor.

Su Wen pondered for a moment before replying, "I am following the path of assault and control. Since the first Spirit Ring is rarely used in the later stages, I believe it is best to choose an amplification Spirit Skill. Even when I reach the level of a Title Douluo, this skill will not be rendered obsolete. As for the age of the Spirit Ring..."

Su Wen thought of a certain master's theory and felt a sense of disagreement: "The age of the Spirit Ring a Spirit Master can absorb depends heavily on their physique and mental strength. The physical fitness of a Battle Spirit Master far exceeds that of an auxiliary-type Spirit Master, so the age limit can be appropriately increased. I feel that five hundred years might cause me pain, but it is certainly not my limit. I want to try a dark-attribute Spirit Beast between six hundred and seven hundred years..."

A look of satisfaction appeared in Ye Yuan'er's eyes, but her mouth twitched upon hearing the final part.

She looked at him with a dark expression: "You really dare to ask for that much. Seven hundred years? Do I look like I'm made of that? Do you know that my first Spirit Ring was only a little over three hundred years old?"

Chapter 3 Soul Marriage Contract

"Little Wen, I have never seen a Spirit Master's first Spirit Ring exceed six hundred years."

"Even the former Pope, who possessed the god-level Six-Winged Angel, only managed to reach nearly five hundred years for their first Spirit Ring."

Ye Yuan'er felt that Little Wen was still too inexperienced. If he were to be blindly confident on the path of a Spirit Master, he would undoubtedly throw his life away.

The two walked deeper into the forest. Along the way, Ye Yuan'er carefully explained information about the Spirit Beasts they encountered, including how to distinguish their specific ages.

Any Spirit Beast that dared to attack them was blasted away by a single punch from Ye Yuan'er.

"It's actually a Tongyuan Flower, look, Little Wen!"

After a short while, Ye Yuan'er and Su Wen stopped in front of a large flower. It stood one meter tall, its roots appearing crystal white, its petals a dark purple, and a faint black mist shrouded its surroundings.

"This type of plant Spirit Beast is extremely rare. It can create black mist out of thin air and use darkness to devour others, converting them into its own kind. The converted ones will perish within three days."

"Even thousand-year Spirit Beasts dare not touch it."

"It's a pity it's already over six hundred years old, otherwise it could have been your first Spirit Ring."

Ye Yuan'er had originally been filled with joy, but upon observing its age, a look of regret crossed her face.

"Aunt Ye... I want to try. My Spirit is telling me I can; she is craving it!"

The Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress Spirit appeared. The surrounding ground instantly turned dark red, a sinister wind whistled past, and the dense vegetation nearby withered by ten percent in that instant.

The palpitation coming from the Spirit.

Su Wen was certain.

This was absolutely the Spirit Ring he wanted to find.

Ye Yuan'er had originally intended to refuse, but upon hearing the last sentence, she bit her thin lip and fell into a brief moment of hesitation.

Such a rare Spirit Beast was indeed uncommon, and it would be difficult to find another one further inside.

And Little Wen's Spirit had shown this reaction again.

She struggled for a moment, sighed, and nodded: "Try it, but don't push yourself. If there is even a hint of something wrong, I will interrupt your absorption. The worst-case scenario is that you'll be unable to cultivate for a few months!"

With that said, Ye Yuan'er rushed forward, her right hand erupting with scorching heat, a layer of flames covering its surface.

She did not use any Spirit Skills, yet the six-hundred-year-old plant Spirit Beast was caught in her hand.

The black mist was also burned away by the flames.

"Little Wen, I am now teaching you the first step to becoming a Spirit Master: killing a Spirit Beast with your own hands."

Su Wen summoned his companion weapon. He hadn't figured out the purpose of this umbrella yet, but it could certainly be used as a sharp tool for both offense and defense.

Under Ye Yuan'er's surprised gaze, Su Wen sliced through the air and pierced the stem of the Tongyuan Flower.

"Little Wen didn't hesitate at all; he's so adept at taking a life!"

Ye Yuan'er's expression was one of astonishment, mixed with both relief and worry. Little Wen's Spirit was far too evil.

Many Spirit Masters would gradually have their temperaments, or even their appearances, altered by their Spirits.

I must pay more attention to Little Wen's mindset in the future! Ye Yuan'er thought silently.

The moment the Tongyuan Flower died, rays of light emerged on its surface, condensing into a yellow light ring that floated in the air.

"Little Wen, remember for the future: you can only absorb a Spirit Ring from a Spirit Beast you have killed yourself. Furthermore, when absorbing a Spirit Ring, the first wave of power is the most ferocious. Only by blocking it can you slowly refine the subsequent power. You can now use your Spirit Power to pull the Spirit Ring!"

Su Wen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to draw the Spirit Ring toward him.

The moment the power of the six-hundred-year Spirit Ring entered his body, it began to batter his meridians.

Su Wen felt the pain, and sweat quickly beaded on his forehead.

Ye Yuan'er watched nervously.

If Little Wen could not refine all of this power, he would be unable to stop it himself. The Spirit Ring would shatter his meridians, then his body, and would not stop until he died.

Ye Yuan'er prepared herself to intervene and interrupt at any moment.

Fortunately, after two hours, although Su Wen's expression was pained, his body had not suffered much damage.