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

The dignity of a Spirit Master forced him to stand back up.

But looking at those Ghostly Souls, and hearing their occasional delicate, coquettish laughter.

His legs trembled slightly; the more he looked, the less it seemed like a hallucination, and the more it felt like real ghosts.

"Ji, Ji Wuli, Martial Spirit Fighting Chicken, level twenty-one..."

"Teacher!"

Ji Wuli was just preparing to bite the bullet and take a beating.

When he saw Teacher An Ya approaching, it was as if he had grabbed onto a life-saving straw.

"Ahem!"

"This is a classroom; private spirit duels are not allowed!"

An Ya withdrew her shocked gaze from Su Wen's Martial Spirit and said softly, "Su Wen, retract your Martial Spirit. Considering this is your first offense and you are new to the academy and unfamiliar with the rules, I will let it slide this time, but do not let it happen again."

An Ya looked toward Ji Wuli and let out a cold snort: "Provoking a new student and engaging in a private duel in the classroom—write me a one-thousand-word essay on the feeling of a thousand-year Spirit Ring, and clean the classroom for a month..."

As An Ya spoke, she also swept a cold glance over the surrounding students.

The pressure coming from the teacher made them all afraid to even breathe loudly.

Su Wen retracted his Martial Spirit, feeling slightly disappointed in his heart.

He had wanted to test just how powerful his second Spirit Skill was.

As the Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress vanished, the ghosts around him dissipated as well.

The temperature in the classroom returned to normal, and the eerie, terrifying sensation disappeared.

The surrounding students felt a sense of relief, but only Teacher An Ya remained shocked in her heart.

This kid really was a two-ring Spirit Master with a thousand-year ring, and not just an ordinary two-ring one at that—at least three thousand years at the base.

For the Pope to dare let such a genius out, the person protecting him in the shadows was likely a Title Douluo.

As An Ya left, the way everyone looked at Su Wen instantly changed.

In this world where strength is respected, the power of one's spirit energy determines everything.

Especially since his second Spirit Ring was a thousand-year one; his future as a Title Douluo was all but certain.

"Nana, how did you get into Class Two?"

Just as Su Wen and Hu Liena walked out of the classroom, Xie Yue and Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came up to them.

They were very shocked to see Su Wen, and equally curious and surprised about Hu Liena's situation.

Class Two required at least level twenty and the completion of advancement exams to enter.

"Nana, are you level twenty?"

Xie Yue immediately thought of a possibility.

"Mm-hmm!"

Hu Liena proudly tilted her chin up.

"That's amazing, congratulations, Nana!"

After his surprise, Xie Yue felt happy for his sister.

Yan was also filled with astonishment, though he felt a bit of fear when looking at Su Wen.

The memory of being defeated a year ago was still fresh in his mind.

He had been caught by the patrolling knights of Wuhun City and taught a lesson.

Upon returning to the Spirit Master Academy, he had even received a disciplinary action.

Su Wen glanced at them, then gave a slight nod to Xie Yue.

He immediately prepared to head to Wuhun City to buy some more Whale Glue.

The courses at the Spirit Master Academy were relatively relaxed; aside from one hour of lectures in the morning, the rest of the time could be allocated freely, with occasional practical combat classes.

Therefore, Bibi Dong had instructed him to return in the afternoon.

The reason Bibi Dong had him come to the academy was to cultivate his own base of support.

It would make it convenient to have his own people in the future.

"Brother, my senior brother and I have things to do, so we're leaving first."

Hu Liena waved her little hand and happily followed after Su Wen.

"The Pope's disciple is truly powerful; his spirit energy has already left us far behind."

Xie Yue could feel that Su Wen was by no means just ordinarily strong.

Yan was somewhat unconvinced: "I've also reached level twenty and will be able to obtain a Spirit Ring soon. When that happens, I'll challenge him to another match..."

Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong listened to the report from Chrysanthemum Douluo; hearing that her disciple had caused quite a stir the moment he entered the academy, a faint, imperceptible smile curled at the corners of her lips.

She asked, "Has he returned?"

"This..." Elder Ju's face was twisted in hesitation. He had been ordered to secretly protect Su Wen and Hu Liena today and had been shocked by their Spirit Rings, but he wasn't sure if he should mention where Su Wen had gone at the end.

"What? He didn't come back? Where did he go?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.

"Your Holiness, Su Wen, he... he took Hu Liena to buy some Whale Glue."

Elder Ju thought to himself, Su Wen, oh Su Wen, I didn't betray you, but at your age, you really shouldn't be thinking about those things.

"You may leave now!"

The atmosphere in the hall remained silent for a moment before Bibi Dong waved her hand.

Elder Ju observed her discreetly, noting that the Pope's expression was not very good.

He wisely kept his mouth shut, bowed, and quickly retreated from the hall.

"Phew!"

As soon as Elder Ju left the Pope Hall, he let out a heavy sigh.

Being with the Pope always felt oppressive.

Beyond the suppression of her strength, there was an indescribable aura that filled one with dread.

Suddenly, he saw Su Wen and Hu Liena walking toward him.

Elder Ju felt a strange sense of guilt and was about to leave when Su Wen called out to him, "Elder Ju, you're here too?"

"Hahaha, how is life at the Spirit Master Academy for you, kid?"

"A bunch of little brats, it's boring!"

Elder Ju's mouth twitched; as if you aren't one yourself.

"Elder Ju, have you broken through yet?"

Su Wen looked him up and down.

"The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum is likely the only one of its kind in the world. If I consume it, I might never see it again, and I still want to admire it more..."

Elder Ju became animated the moment the Immortal Herb was mentioned.

Su Wen understood; for someone like Elder Ju who loved flowers and plants, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum was a treasure among treasures—he probably wanted to hug it while he slept.

"I advise you to consume it as soon as possible. Increasing your strength is what matters."

"I won't talk to you anymore; we're going to see the teacher."

Just as Su Wen was about to leave, Elder Ju placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it twice with a meaningful, intriguing expression.

Su Wen was a bit confused, but he recalled that when Elder Ju came out of the Pope Hall, he had looked rather unhappy, almost like he had a sour face.

He knew Bibi Dong was not in a good mood today.

He guessed her condition was acting up again.

"Nana, I suddenly remembered I have something to do. Let's not go see the teacher today!"

"Senior brother, what is it?"

Seeing Su Wen turn to leave, Hu Liena followed closely behind him.

"Sleeping!"

Upon returning to the courtyard, both Su Wen and Hu Liena's expressions changed when they saw a familiar figure.

Bibi Dong had arrived at the courtyard ahead of them.

She sat on a chair, her long legs crossed.

She swirled a teacup in her hand.

Her eyes glanced at the two of them with a playful look.

"Teacher, you're here. I was just about to go with Nana to report on the academy's affairs to you."

After realizing what was happening, Su Wen immediately stepped forward and put on his most standard smile, but Bibi Dong's words made his expression stiffen: "Then why did I hear that you came back to sleep?"

Su Wen was speechless; Bibi Dong had actually been eavesdropping.

"Teacher..."

Hu Liena wanted to say something, but Bibi Dong's jade hand rested on her shoulder, and Hu Liena instantly felt a surge of spirit power enter her body.