"Aunt Ye, this isn't Blue Silver Grass!"
"Huh!"
"This really isn't grass. It's the Blue Silver Emperor—the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that Qian Xunji wanted to obtain back then."
At that, Ye Yuan'er's initially speechless expression turned to one of surprise.
"It really is her! But wasn't she dead? I remember her sacrificing herself for Tang Hao!"
Su Wen pretended to think for a moment, then made up a bunch of nonsense. "I read about it in a book once. Blue Silver Grass has a powerful life force. After a hundred years, it becomes a beast; after a thousand, a general; after ten thousand, a king; and after a hundred thousand, an emperor. Even after dying, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor leaves behind a seed. Maybe she came back to life using that seed, but she'll have to cultivate back to a hundred thousand years before she can take human form again."
Ye Yuan'er suddenly felt as if she'd learned something new.
Her beautiful eyes blinked a few times as she seemed to digest all this information.
Then she suddenly wrapped her arms around Su Wen's head and planted a loud kiss on his cheek.
"Gigglegiggle, Xiao Wen is so clever! You really do know a lot."
Seeing his disgusted expression, Ye Yuan'er grew even more excited. She reached out and rubbed the damp spot on his face.
"So, you're planning to use your First Spirit Skill..."
Ye Yuan'er swallowed.
Xiao Wen's way of getting back at Tang Hao had struck him right in the heart.
She could almost see Tang Hao's furious expression already.
What a useless husband!
"That's right!"
Su Wen summoned his Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress Martial Soul, and the Yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet rose into the air.
"Underworld Marriage!"
As the Soul Ring lit up, a dark red glow rapidly spread out in every direction from Su Wen.
Everything the glow touched turned into a sea of blood.
Red Other Shore Flowers bloomed throughout the sea.
Red lanterns appeared all over the buildings, each bearing the character for "double happiness."
A force drew the Blue Silver Emperor into the sea of blood as well.
In the blink of an eye, the sea of blood covered the entire Elder Hall. The Titled Douluo within stared around in confusion, each sensing that the power had come from Lingyuan Douluo's courtyard.
The red zone continued to expand, reaching all the way to Pope Hall.
Bibi Dong was listening to Chrysanthemum Douluo report on the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast when a gust of eerie wind suddenly blew into the hall.
The floor then turned into a sea of blood, from which Other Shore Flowers emerged. Red lanterns appeared at regular intervals.
There was no hint of aggression—only a festive atmosphere cloaked in yin energy.
"These flowers..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at the Other Shore Flowers on the ground, sensing that the aura came from Su Wen.
He instinctively glanced at Bibi Dong, whose beautiful eyes were also filled with surprise.
"What's that brat up to now that he's back?!"
With a flash, Bibi Dong arrived at the entrance of Pope Hall. Outside, the Palace Guard Knights were already in disarray.
They weren't Titled Douluo, so they couldn't pinpoint the source of the power right away. They could only assume it was an enemy attack.
Bibi Dong was about to speak when the petals of the Other Shore Flowers suddenly began to drift through the air, scattering into a vast sea of blossoms.
Ghostly Souls emerged from the ground, each carrying something.
On closer inspection, it looked just like a wedding procession!
A burst of suona music rang out at the head of the procession. Combined with the shower of Other Shore Flower petals, it plunged the entire Spirit Hall into a strange mix of eeriness and festivity.
"Red bed leading the way!"
"Coffin bringing up the rear!"
"One lifetime between life and death!"
Every Palace Guard Knight stared at the scene in stunned silence.
"They're actually getting married... But why is it so creepy?"
"Flowers, Ghostly Souls, coffins, a red bed... It's festive and terrifying at the same time. Is this a Ghost Wedding?"
"An illusion! Someone's using an illusion inside Spirit Hall!"
Bibi Dong was shaken by the sight before her.
Hearing the people around her muttering, she struck the ground heavily with her scepter.
"Silence!"
At once, everyone fell quiet. Only the suona music remained.
Watching the wedding procession move farther away, Bibi Dong rose into the air and chased after the Ghostly Souls.
"Th-this is really something. Did that little fellow cause all this?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was just as stunned. He nudged Ghost Douluo beside him. "Old Ghost, you have a Ghost Martial Soul too. Can you do something like this?"
It had been a teasing remark, but Ghost Douluo's voice held a note of gravity. "Though he didn't reveal his Martial Soul, when I came into contact with him just now, my Gui Mei Martial Soul felt suppressed..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo: "..."
"Grandpa, look! Why are there so many petals in the sky? These flowers are so vivid, like blood!"
At the Worship Hall, a frail girl with her hair in twin buns pointed ahead with her delicate fingers. "Grandpa, a Ghost is getting married!"
"Ten Miles of Red Makeup, a bridal sedan, a coffin as part of the dowry... How interesting!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo was also drawn in by the unusual scene.
"Grand Pontiff!"
Seeing the Grand Pontiff come out of the Worship Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed to the surrounding sea of blood. "This ghost domain has engulfed Spirit Hall, yet it's deliberately avoided the Worship Hall. Looks like it knows there are people inside the Worship Hall..."
Qian Daoliu glanced around, then turned his gaze toward the Elder Hall.
At that moment, Su Wen watched the wedding procession draw nearer. The Titled Douluo of the Elder Hall had gathered around him, and even Bibi Dong had come over. His face was a picture of awkwardness.
Su Wen had never expected the commotion to be so enormous.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd used his Ninth Spirit Skill!
As the red sedan came to a stop, a chilling wind swept past, making the curtain sway. Through it, one could faintly see someone inside wearing a Phoenix Coronet and Rosy Cloud Cape, with a red veil over her head.
The moment the curtain opened, a red thread drifted out from Su Wen's First Soul Ring and connected to the woman in the sedan. It wound around her left hand, then pulled her out.
The woman wore a red veil that concealed her face, but her Phoenix Coronet and Rosy Cloud Cape left the Titled Douluo of the Elder Hall amazed. They had never seen such attire before.
The woman was drawn in front of Su Wen. After hesitating briefly, he lifted her red veil, revealing a gentle, beautiful face.
Ye Yuan'er stood to the side, her willow brows slightly furrowed, about to say something when the other woman suddenly disappeared into the Soul Ring.
A red thread now encircled Su Wen's left hand.
The wedding procession vanished into the sea of blood at that same moment, until it was gone without a trace.
The surroundings gradually returned to normal.
But the Titled Douluo around them still hadn't recovered.
"I've never seen anyone use a Soul Ring to welcome a bride before!"
"Old Xiong, never mind the Soul Ring—what was all that about?"
"Yeah, it was so strange. Why is that boy's First Spirit Skill so unusual...?"
Bibi Dong struck the ground heavily with her scepter, sending a surge of Soul Power rippling outward.
At the same time, her imposing, icy voice echoed throughout Spirit Hall. "Everyone, return to your posts. Today's events must not be disclosed!"
Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, and several other Titled Douluo showed slight changes in their expressions.
Bibi Dong was powerful—so powerful that her strength seemed unfathomable.
She made them all feel afraid.
The elders fell silent and dispersed.
"Xiao Wen, what was that?"
Once everyone had left, Bibi Dong immediately came over to Su Wen.
She knew about his First Spirit Skill, but this had been quite different from what she'd imagined.
There had even been a whole ceremony!
It had been unlike anything she'd ever seen before.
Bibi Dong looked at the red thread wrapped around the tip of Su Wen's left index finger. She couldn't sense any Soul Power from it.
But she knew it wasn't a simple ornament. It must have represented something, though she didn't understand what. She could tell it carried some kind of meaning.
"This..."
Su Wen was just as confused. Seeing his expression, Bibi Dong sighed softly.
"Let's go into the courtyard first!"
With that, Bibi Dong strode into Ye Yuan'er's courtyard.
Su Wen followed her. Ye Yuan'er folded her arms across her chest, her face full of displeasure.
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