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

Dugu Bo could also tell that eating the herb granted immunity to the damage from the spring water.

It was evident that the herbs the boy had plucked were treasures of inestimable value.

However, Dugu Bo felt no regret; after all, the items had been useless to him while he guarded them, and furthermore, he was a man who valued his promises above all else.

"Rest assured, come find me in half a month. I will prepare the antidote for you, and I will also give you an Immortal Herb..."

Su Wen could see that Dugu Bo was a sensible man, and he didn't mind offering the other party a stroke of fortune.

After bidding farewell to Dugu Bo, Ye Yuan'er took Su Wen to search for a Spirit Beast in the Sunset Forest.

According to Dugu Bo, there was an area in the forest inhabited by dark-attribute Spirit Beasts, including a Dark Demon Tiger.

"Aunt Ye, how many years of cultivation can I absorb from a Spirit Beast right now?"

In the dead of night, the two walked through the dark forest. Su Wen observed his surroundings while asking about the limits of his physique.

"A Spirit Beast under five thousand years is no problem!"

Ye Yuan'er's heart pounded as she said this.

She actually felt that little Wen could absorb at least six thousand years.

But that was just too terrifying.

She felt it was better to be conservative.

Even so, there were beads of sweat in Ye Yuan'er's palms.

This was only his second Spirit Ring; in the history of Spirit Hall, she had never seen such a crazy existence.

"Under five thousand years, huh? A bit less than I imagined!"

Su Wen wasn't particularly disappointed; this age range was already quite suitable.

He only wanted to obtain his Spirit Ring as soon as possible to see if the second seal on his Oil-paper Umbrella would break.

Night of Returning Souls

The two found the patch of woods Dugu Bo had mentioned.

After wandering for an hour.

Ye Yuan'er discovered quite a few dark-attribute Spirit Beasts, but there was no sign of the Dark Demon Tiger.

"A Yin!"

Su Wen revealed his Spirit Ring.

He remembered something.

A Yin's true form was the Blue Silver Emperor, and she possessed a domain.

As the sovereign of the Blue Silver Grass.

She should be able to manipulate the Blue Silver Grass to act as her eyes.

"Master?"

A Yin's appearance brought a faint blue glow to the dark space.

Beyond the light fragrance drifting from her body, there was also a pleasant aura of life.

After Su Wen's body was tempered by ice and fire, her own strength had also benefited significantly.

"I can, but my power is currently too small, so the range I can survey is limited."

Upon learning of Su Wen's request, A Yin immediately closed her eyes to sense the surrounding Blue Silver Grass, mobilizing their perspectives to search for nearby Spirit Beasts.

Blue Silver Grass had incredibly tenacious vitality; they could be found in any environment.

Under A Yin's careful search, she quickly located the tiger-type Spirit Beast Su Wen had described.

"I found it, but..." A Yin opened her beautiful eyes, a hint of worry between her brows: "Master, I discovered that it has already reached ten thousand years. I checked the surroundings, and it is the only one nearby."

Ye Yuan'er was somewhat surprised that A Yin had actually found it, especially since she hadn't even moved from her spot.

Hearing that it was ten thousand years old, Ye Yuan'er was not disappointed; such a situation was perfectly normal.

Finding a powerful Spirit Beast with the exact right age required a great deal of luck.

"Then let's change targets!"

"There is a plant-type Spirit Beast that is quite suitable for you, Master."

No sooner had Su Wen finished speaking than a faint, proud smile appeared on A Yin's lips.

"There is a Qingming Ghost Flower nearby, with an age of nearly five thousand years. I know this type of plant-type Spirit Beast; it is extremely powerful and represents the realm of death. They only survive in the darkness, feeding on it to grow. If it were daytime, you wouldn't be able to find a trace of it at all."

Su Wen became interested and signaled for A Yin to lead the way.

After walking through the woods for a quarter of an hour, Su Wen and Ye Yuan'er saw a unique flower.

Within a ten-meter radius centered on it, nothing grew, and the soil exuded a damp chill.

It consisted of three tightly clustered petals, deep purple in color, shimmering with an eerie violet light. The stamen emitted a baleful aura, as if it contained the power of the netherworld.

Seemingly sensing someone approaching, the Qingming Ghost Flower shook its leaves, and purple-black poison began to drift from it.

A Yin spoke: "Master, that is the Qingming Ghost Flower!"

"That's the one, Aunt Ye."

The moment Su Wen laid eyes on it, he had set his heart on it.

Its yin-evil aura was naturally compatible with his Ghost Spirit.

"Alright!"

Ye Yuan'er lunged toward the Qingming Ghost Flower, flames igniting in her hands, incinerating the venomous creatures drifting toward her.

As Ye Yuan'er reached out to grab it, the branches and leaves of the Qingming Ghost Flower transformed into vines, attempting to lash out, while a ghostly hand erupted from the ground to seize her ankle.

"It can actually summon a Ghostly Soul!"

Ye Yuan'er's eyes widened in surprise, but her movements never faltered; she grabbed its body, and as flames burned in her palm, the Qingming Ghost Flower began to ignite as well.

"Xiao Wen!"

Su Wen immediately summoned his red Oil-paper Umbrella and thrust it into the roots of the Qingming Ghost Flower.

The moment the Qingming Ghost Flower perished, beams of light converged in the air, quickly condensing into a purple Spirit Ring that hovered above.

"Xiao Wen, don't be nervous. Adjust your state before absorbing it."

"Aunt Ye, why do I feel like you're the one who's nervous?"

Ye Yuan'er's cheeks flushed slightly, but looking at the purple Spirit Ring, her expression turned somewhat serious: "If it really doesn't work, I will interrupt your absorption in time."

Su Wen nodded gently, sat cross-legged, and used his spirit power to draw the Spirit Ring toward him.

The moment the power of nearly five thousand years surged into his body, Su Wen felt a wave of pain and his expression shifted drastically; this power was several times stronger than his first absorption.

The massive force frantically battered his meridians.

A muffled groan escaped Su Wen's lips.

Fortunately, while the power arrived violently, the subsequent flow felt steady.

Once Su Wen adapted, the pain gradually faded away.

Seeing this, Ye Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed there were no issues, and Xiao Wen would be able to absorb it successfully.

Following that, a look of pride appeared on her beautiful face.

The treasure she had raised was about to shock the world.

Thinking of the people from the Spirit Hall, especially the surprised gazes of those elders.

The corners of Ye Yuan'er's mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

As time passed, the moment the Spirit Ring was completely integrated, Su Wen's aura soared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Only level twenty-eight!"

Su Wen felt slightly disappointed when he opened his eyes.

The Immortal Herb was indeed just like in the original text; it did not increase his spirit power.

"So greedy..."

Ye Yuan'er was inevitably joyful, but hearing his words, her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

She asked with a huff: "What is the Spirit Skill? It isn't something particularly bizarre again, is it?"

"Night of Returning Souls!"

Su Wen carefully sensed the ability of his Spirit Skill.

"It summons two Lantern Ghosts whose lantern flames scorch the enemy, two Pipa Ghosts that use bone zithers to launch mental attacks, and two Ghost Dancers who perform a ghostly dance, laughing and singing while spreading ghost mist to make the enemy lose their way and reduce their sensory perception..."

"All Ghostly Souls remain for twelve seconds; if it is nighttime, their duration doubles. After they vanish, all my attributes will increase by 110% for one hour."

Su Wen knew his Spirit Skills were inextricably linked to ghosts.

He wondered if those guys at the Spirit Master Academy would be scared by him.

"Xiao Wen..."

Ye Yuan'er inexplicably felt a chill run through her entire body.

She felt this Spirit Skill was very powerful.

It was just that it was truly a bit terrifying in the middle of the night.

As she swallowed hard.

She pulled Su Wen into her arms, and with the sound of a phoenix cry.

Ye Yuan'er carried Su Wen, stepping onto her spirit to prepare to leave this place.

"Roar!"

Just then, a tiger's roar echoed from below.

Su Wen glanced down, where a tiger-type Spirit Beast with black and white patterns all over its body and wings on its back stood.