Su Wen had barely finished laughing when Ye Yuan'er suddenly pulled him into her arms. "Xiao Wen, you did so well..."
Ye Yuan'er cupped his face and planted a hard kiss on it.
"My Xiao Wen has the makings of a Limit Douluo!"
Ye Yuan'er laughed like a tinkling bell and kissed his face twice more.
"Cough, cough..."
Bibi Dong lifted a hand to her mouth and coughed softly a few times. Only then did Ye Yuan'er notice that the Pope was still there.
Ghost Bride Hongye
"Teacher, a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"
Su Wen wiped the saliva from his face and looked at Bibi Dong with a triumphant expression.
"Not bad. Yellow, purple, and black—you're the first person in history to have that combination!"
Bibi Dong smiled as she gazed at the disciple she had carefully nurtured for two years, growing more satisfied with him by the moment.
Noticing the damp marks still on his face, she frowned and reached out to rub them away. Only then did he look presentable.
Bibi Dong rested a hand on his shoulder and sensed his condition. "Level thirty-five. Surprising, but somehow just what I'd expect. Absorbing a Soul Ring beyond your level can save you quite a bit of cultivation time...
"Xiao Wen, what's your Spirit Skill?"
Su Wen carefully sensed the information about his third Spirit Skill. "Ghost Rain. I also call it Soul-Returning Rain. When the Ghost Bride sheds a single tear, a blood rain watered with blood falls across a radius of a thousand meters.
"Everyone caught in the rain can hear a strange opera being sung. Enemies' fear increases by ten percent, their spiritual power decreases by ten percent, their Soul Power drains by ten percent, their movement speed drops by ten percent, and their defense