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

The two of them bid farewell to Ye Yuan'er and prepared to head directly to the Pope Hall.

This was a matter that needed to be reported to Bibi Dong.

Passing by the courtyard of Chrysanthemum Douluo, Su Wen spotted him pinching his orchid fingers while watering flowers.

He casually plucked a chrysanthemum and brought it to his nose, smelling nothing but the scent of daisies.

"Hehe, Su Wen, what brings you... you brat..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was somewhat surprised to see Su Wen and Hu Liena, but seeing him pluck his flower, his bewitching face changed instantly.

The smile vanished, and he walked over in a fit of rage.

But when he saw Su Wen suddenly pull out a chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression shifted, and he slid over to stand right in front of him.

Hu Liena was startled, but Chrysanthemum Douluo ignored her strange gaze entirely, staring at the chrysanthemum in Su Wen's hand, his whole body trembling and his lips quivering.

"Th-this... the... the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum..."

"This is actually the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were filled with shock, and he reached out a hand as if to touch it.

Upon making contact, he pulled his hand back again.

It seemed as if he were terrified of damaging it.

He looked at it again and again, unable to hide the pleasant surprise in his eyes.

"Elder Ju, there's no need to kneel to me just because I plucked one of your flowers!"

Su Wen was very satisfied with Chrysanthemum Douluo's reaction.

He patted him on the shoulder, signaling for him to stand up.

"I..."

There was a hint of embarrassment on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face, but he couldn't care about that right now.

He immediately summoned his martial soul, which took the form of a chrysanthemum with fuzzy petals, a stamen about half a foot high in the center, and a golden radiance surrounding it; its appearance was almost identical to the one in Su Wen's hand.

Hu Liena covered her small mouth in surprise and said, "Senior brother, they look so much alike!"

Love-Sickness Heartbroken Red

"These are both the Immortal Herb Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum."

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Su Wen excitedly: "Su Wen, where did you get this... no, you've consumed an Immortal Herb... Hu Liena, you've consumed an Immortal Herb too..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes suddenly widened.

Both Su Wen and Hu Liena possessed the aura of Immortal Herbs.

He placed a hand on Su Wen's shoulder and probed with his soul power.

"Th-this... you are actually already at level twenty-eight..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was astonished.

"Elder Ju, this Immortal Herb seems very suitable for you?"

Su Wen steered the conversation back.

He shook the Immortal Herb in his hand.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's attention was diverted, his eyes following the movement of the Immortal Herb back and forth.

"It is indeed suitable..."

He swallowed hard.

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum was practically tailor-made for him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was absolutely certain.

If he had this Immortal Herb, he would definitely be able to break through to level ninety-six in the future.

Perhaps even level ninety-seven.

His Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum martial soul would also undergo a qualitative change.

"Then it's yours!"

Su Wen shoved it into Elder Ju's hands and immediately left with Hu Liena.

Chrysanthemum Douluo stood there holding the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, somewhat dazed.

No.

He just gave it to me like that?

Just like that?

Even though Chrysanthemum Douluo was a Title Douluo, he was a bit bewildered at this moment.

Su Wen didn't even make a single request?

He was a Title Douluo, after all; there were so many things he could do.

"Right, Elder Ju, there's something I almost forgot..."

Watching Su Wen suddenly turn back around.

Chrysanthemum Douluo knew for certain that Su Wen was going to make a request.

"That Dugu Bo has already pledged his loyalty to me, so don't give him a hard time. Also, regarding the Immortal Herb, you know how it is—keep it a secret..."

After finishing his words, he turned and left, leaving only Chrysanthemum Douluo standing in the wind, clutching the Immortal Herb and feeling as if it were all unreal.

He had just obtained the Immortal Herb, just like that?

"Senior brother, Elder Ju looks so excited!"

Hu Liena blinked her eyes as she looked at him.

"Mm."

Su Wen nodded casually.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was extremely loyal to Spirit Hall.

He had also given him the Immortal Herb Catalog.

Su Wen considered this his way of repaying him.

Moreover, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum was indeed suitable for Chrysanthemum Douluo.

The only pity was that he lacked a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring; otherwise, he would have had a chance at becoming a Limit Douluo.

The two arrived at the Pope Hall, but not seeing Bibi Dong, Su Wen led Hu Liena directly toward her living quarters.

Inside the courtyard, two maids stood at the entrance and bowed respectfully: "Young Master Su Wen, Miss Hu Liena, the Pope is currently dining. She said you may go straight in."

Su Wen nodded slightly, and just as he was about to walk in, he suddenly stopped and asked: "How is her mood?"

"Hum!"

The door suddenly swung open, and as a scent of violets drifted out, a voice with a half-smile followed.

"If you want to know, why not just come in and see for yourself!"

Su Wen walked in with an awkward expression, while Hu Liena gave a shallow smile and followed with small steps.

The two maids exchanged a glance, couldn't help but purse their lips in a giggle, and then closed the door.

Inside the room, Bibi Dong sat in a chair with a table full of sumptuous dishes in front of her.

She was dressed in a brilliant golden gown, her wine-red hair draped over her shoulders, and her soul-captivating eyes stared straight at Su Wen.

"Heh, my disciple has returned from obtaining his Spirit Ring... wait, what level are you?"

Bibi Dong had originally intended to tease him a little, but upon sensing that his aura was not that of a level twenty-one or twenty-two, confusion welled up in her beautiful eyes.

"Level twenty-eight!"

Su Wen replied casually, eyeing the food in front of him.

He pulled over two chairs and plopped down onto one.

He picked up the chopsticks from the side and began to eat without any reservation.

Hu Liena did not reach for the food, merely blinking her eyes as she watched, a hint of shyness in her gaze.

"Level twenty-eight?"

Bibi Dong stood up in astonishment, walked to Su Wen's side, placed a hand on his shoulder, and carefully sensed him with her spirit power.

"It really is level twenty-eight!"

Bibi Dong was completely shocked. The boy's physique had strengthened significantly, and his spirit power had risen eight levels in just a few short days without the slightest sign of instability, igniting the curiosity in her heart.

Watching him eat so happily, Bibi Dong reached out and snatched his chopsticks away.

"Stop eating, eat later... show me your Spirit Ring."

Su Wen did not resist; he stood up, and one yellow and one purple Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet.

The moment the purple Spirit Ring appeared, Bibi Dong fell into silence.

She knew that Su Wen's physique was indeed qualified to absorb a thousand-year ring.

She had already prepared herself mentally, after all, his first Spirit Ring had also exceeded expectations.

It was just that this ring was no ordinary thousand-year ring; it possessed the spirit power fluctuation of at least four thousand, perhaps even five thousand years.

"Teacher, impressive, right?"

Su Wen stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at her quite smugly.

At the same time, he carefully observed her expression.

"How did you manage it? Given your condition, a thousand-year ring was indeed possible, but one this high is quite a surprise to me!"

Bibi Dong inquired.

"Nana!"