Chapter 22: Xiao Wu's Mother?
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Tang Hao could clearly sense the danger.
Without the slightest hesitation,
he shattered the first seven Spirit Rings on his body one after another, and boundless energy instantly surged into the Clear Sky Hammer.
As the Clear Sky Hammer absorbed this power, it expanded in an instant. Its violent force spread in every direction, making the surrounding space tremble.
Tang Hao's aura also rose by several levels in that moment.
Suddenly,
a sweet, coppery taste welled up from his stomach.
His old injuries had been aggravated.
Ring Detonation was an extremely powerful technique, but every time he used it, it placed a certain strain on his body.
He forcefully swallowed the blood that was about to spill from his mouth.
"Die!"
Tang Hao bellowed, icy killing intent shooting from his eyes.
He brought the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand crashing down toward the Fire Phoenix.
The Fire Phoenix let out its loudest cry yet—a Phoenix's defiance, and its swan song.
With an attack meant to take them both down, the flames around the Fire Phoenix nearly set the void ablaze.
The two terrifying attacks collided in an instant. The sky blazed with dazzling light, like a miniature sun, so bright that no one could keep their eyes open.
As the waves of power spread, a fierce gale swept in every direction, while explosions rang out one after another in the sky.
The next moment,
the Phoenix's scarlet feathers drifted down from the sky.
The feathers burned with fire.
Wherever they landed, the ground was set ablaze.
Tang Hao stood suspended in midair, his face pale and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained sharp.
He looked toward the direction Ye Yuan'er had gone, his expression grave.
"Damn it, who is she...?"
"A Phoenix Martial Soul, and flames hotter than any I've ever seen. Spirit Hall has no one like her. A female Titled Douluo at level ninety-four shouldn't be an unknown figure."
After shaking off Tang Hao, Ye Yuan'er arrived at the mountain where she had agreed to meet Su Wen.
Her beautiful face was as pale as paper.
Part of it was from nearly exhausting her Soul Power; part of it was from worrying about Su Wen.
When Su Wen's figure appeared in her sight,
Ye Yuan'er finally relaxed.
Her anxiety faded, replaced by a faint smile.
"Aunt Ye!"
Su Wen was standing on a crooked tree.
Seeing Ye Yuan'er return, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Wen, we need to leave here first!"
Ye Yuan'er didn't ask whether he had obtained the Spirit Bone. She came up to him, grabbed him, and took off into the air.
"Aunt Ye, are you all right?"
Standing on the Blazing Fire Phoenix, Su Wen saw Ye Yuan'er's pale face beaded with sweat and couldn't help worrying.
"I'm fine. I've just used up too much Soul Power."
Ye Yuan'er shook her head, then sighed. "Tang Hao is level ninety-three, but he's stronger than I imagined. If my Martial Soul hadn't changed, I wouldn't have been his match."
Ye Yuan'er pinched Su Wen's cheek, a smile between her brows. "I really have to thank you, Xiao Wen. You made me this strong!"
The Immortal Herb had completely transformed Ye Yuan'er.
Unlike Ma Hongjun, whose Immortal Herb energy had been used almost entirely to purify his Evil Fire, the remaining medicinal power had also needed to remove impurities and improve his bloodline. There simply hadn't been enough.
But the Blazing Spirit Kite was already a top-tier Beast Martial Soul. It only needed its bloodline refined for the temperature of its flames to undergo a qualitative change.
In the language of ten thousand years from now, even if it wasn't Ultimate Fire, it was probably very close.
When Ye Yuan'er learned that Su Wen had obtained a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone, she pulled him into her arms and gave him a fierce cuddle.
She gave his face a loud smacking kiss and laughed like tinkling bells. "Xiao Wen, you're amazing!"
"Aunt Ye, we should find somewhere for you to recover. We don't want anything to go wrong!"
Su Wen wiped the saliva off his face and shot her an exasperated look.
Seeing his expression, Ye Yuan'er liked him even more. She hugged him and gave him another smacking kiss.
The two found a town and rested at an inn for several days. Once Ye Yuan'er had recovered, they returned to Spirit Hall.
As soon as they reached Elder Hall, they saw Chrysanthemum Douluo on his way to Pope Hall with a cloaked figure who gave off waves of eerie energy.
"Elder Lingyuan, have you just gotten back?"
"We went out to take care of something with Xiao Wen!"
Ye Yuan'er didn't mention Tang Hao. There was no way he'd foolishly stay where he was. He might already have left Holy Soul Village.
Looking at the two men's attire, she asked curiously, "Elder Ju, Elder Gui, did you just get back from Star Dou Forest?"
"Indeed." Elder Ju nodded without hiding it. "We were ordered by the Pope to search for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast. We've got a lead, and we're on our way to report to the Pope."
Su Wen had been yawning, but the moment he heard that, he perked up.
He remembered that the Seventh Soul Ring of Bibi Dong's Second Martial Soul was Xiao Wu's mother!
Had they found her mother?
Su Wen saw that Ye Yuan'er was about to leave, and suddenly gave a cheeky grin. "Elder Ju... ahem!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to go when he saw Su Wen reach out toward him.
He seemed to realize what the boy wanted. Pinching his orchid fingers, he let out a soft, feminine laugh. "Hahaha, I remember. But don't rush me. Once I've finished the Pope's task, I'll carefully copy it out for you. I really don't have much free time right now."
Su Wen didn't say anything more. He thanked him and was about to leave when Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Little fellow, let me ask you something. Why has the Pope been picking my flowers so often lately? As her disciple, you must know the reason, right?"
"Oh? My teacher picks them often too?" Su Wen blinked.
"From the sound of that, you pick them often too?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo narrowed his eyes and studied Su Wen.
He'd known something was off. Why would the Pope be interested in his flowers? So it had all been because of this kid.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was also secretly surprised. The Pope had actually bothered to cover for Su Wen over such a trivial matter.
"Elder Ju, we'll be going now!"
Ye Yuan'er didn't wait for Su Wen to answer. She pulled him away.
"Haha, Her Excellency Lingyuan really does look out for him!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo thought of his older sister, and a trace of longing and envy appeared in his eyes.
"His name is Su Wen, and he's the Pope's disciple?"
Ghost Douluo, who had remained silent beside him, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, then gave a regretful sigh. "Old Ghost, I think he'd be a good fit as your disciple."
Ghost Douluo watched Su Wen's retreating back, looking thoughtful.
"His Martial Soul is evil—darker than the Pope's. I hope he won't be affected by it."
When Su Wen returned to Ye Yuan'er's residence, he casually took out the Blue Silver Emperor.
He'd been wanting to test the ability of his first Spirit Skill, but until now, he hadn't found a suitable target.
He'd use the Blue Silver Emperor to try it out!
Su Wen stroked the Blue Silver Emperor's branches and leaves, a wicked idea forming in his mind.
Wouldn't it be fun to use the Blue Silver Emperor to beat up Tang Hao and Tang San?
Chapter 23: Ten Miles of Red Makeup, Carrying a Coffin to the Wedding
"Xiao Wen, the Blue Silver Emperor's Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Bone is quite similar to the Blue Silver King's."
Ye Yuan'er couldn't take her eyes off the two Spirit Bones.
One was a hundred thousand years old, the other eighty thousand.
Both were top-grade Spirit Bones.
When she turned, she saw Su Wen fiddling with a plant.
She set the Spirit Bones down.
Then walked over.
"Xiao Wen, why have you got a Blue Silver Grass here?"
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