Fallen Soul Master

They left the Worship Hall.

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around Ye Guyue's waist and called out in a honeyed voice:

"Dear, the Great Enshrined said we should speed things up. Why not agree to Dong'er's little request and do it a few more times?"

Ye Guyue clutched his robe and looked down at Bibi Dong, who was beaming up at him with a fawning smile.

She was making him lose face.

"How did I end up with a junior sister like you, shameless enough to complain about me to Grandpa Qian?"

He truly hadn't expected Bibi Dong to go running to complain. She was getting worse by the day.

"Dear, honestly! Dong'er just wants to make you a mother."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong buried her face against Ye Guyue's chest and took a deep breath. Her face was rapturous. "You smell so good. How about we go home and do it again, dear? Please?"

Bibi Dong wheedled, hoping Ye Guyue would agree. But when she looked up, his veins were bulging and his face was dark.

Oh no. She hadn't even noticed—she'd been too busy enjoying herself.

"Dong'er, if you keep fooling around like this, next time I'll throw you out."

Ye Guyue issued his warning.

"Of course." Bibi Dong promised.

She'd already prepared all the props in the secret chamber. Just you wait, dear—then you'll see what Dong'er can do.

"You'd better keep your word. Otherwise, you know what'll happen."

A chill entered Ye Guyue's cool expression.

The more Bibi Dong looked at him, the more she wanted to drag him down and pin him beneath her, giving him a thorough teasing.

"Dear, you're the boss. Dong'er will definitely keep her word. Let's hurry to our destination—I can't wait to see you show off."

Bibi Dong was filled with anticipation!

"Stop with the nonsense!"

"Dong'er, if you don't behave, I'll deal with you when we're done."

Ye Guyue gave a coquettish scold. With a thought, his Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul appeared. He held Bibi Dong and leaped onto the dragon's back.

They immediately set off for the place Qian Daoliu had mentioned.

Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, her dear hadn't kept going.

Still, could she push things a little further next time?

The moment the two of them left, Azure Luan and Guangling Douluo arrived at the Worship Hall.

"Big brother, have Little Yueyue and the others arrived yet? I bought them gifts specially."

Guangling Douluo stepped into the Worship Hall with a beaming smile.

"They've left," Qian Daoliu replied flatly.

"What? They've already gone?" Guangling Douluo looked at the big bag of gifts in his hands. "What am I supposed to do now? I wanted to hear Little Yueyue praise me."

Azure Luan Douluo laughed. "Guang Ling, stop acting like a child. You're an old geezer—how old are you?"

"I don't care! I want to hear it. Little Yueyue once said that Grandpa Guang Ling was the best. If the Demon Soul Great White Shark hadn't stopped me back then, I'd have taken him to Sea God Island for a look around long ago." Guangling Douluo spoke with righteous indignation.

"That was so many years ago. Guyue was little then and didn't know any better."

Azure Luan Douluo corrected him. "Besides, Guyue said that Grandpa Azure Luan was the best."

At that, Guangling Douluo stared at Azure Luan Douluo's blissful expression, stunned. Then he immediately retorted:

"Azure Luan, don't flatter yourself. Little Yueyue was talking about me."

Azure Luan Douluo refused to back down. "He meant me."

The two immediately pressed their foreheads together, neither willing to yield.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu was relieved that Ye Guyue had left in a hurry.

An hour and a half later, Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong landed in front of a village filled with a foul, tainted aura.

The nearest town was at least ten li from the village.

On their way, they'd found tents set up outside the town, filled with survivors from the village. Healers sent by the Heaven Dou Empire were treating the villagers who had made it out alive.

"What a tainted aura."

Ye Guyue disliked it intensely.

Bibi Dong sniffed the air. "Fallen Soul Masters. Elder Yue and I once teamed up to kill a Soul Saint. They're dangerous, but you're a Soul Douluo, dear. You can handle them easily. The real worry is if they're gathered in a group."

The two entered the village together.

The once lively village had become a ruin, its buildings reduced to broken walls and rubble. Not a single structure was intact.

"Big sister."

Just then, a childish voice called out.

Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong followed the sound and saw a filthy little boy in tattered clothes running over.

"Who are you calling?" Bibi Dong asked.

"This big sister." The little boy pointed at Ye Guyue, who wore white robes and had an otherworldly air about him.

Bibi Dong burst out laughing. "You've got a good eye, kid... Ow!"

A fist landed squarely on Bibi Dong's head.

"Show some dignity. If you say something ridiculous again, I'll throw you out." Ye Guyue rolled his eyes at Bibi Dong.

Then he turned to the little boy and asked coolly, "Why are you here? There's no one left in this village. Almost everyone is at the camp outside."

The little boy explained pitifully, "Big sister, I was playing and ran in here, then got lost. Can you take me outside?"

It was a perfectly reasonable excuse, and children that age were usually quite mischievous.

Ye Guyue nodded. "Then come with us."

The little boy's eyes lit up. He hurriedly thanked him and came up beside Ye Guyue's thigh, reaching out with a small, delicate hand. Just as his fingers were about to touch Ye Guyue's leg, his fingernails began to turn black. He was about to drive them into Ye Guyue's flesh when—

Ye Guyue suddenly kicked him, sending him flying.

The force of the blow shook a nearby wooden house apart.

"What happened, dear?" Bibi Dong hadn't reacted at all.

Ye Guyue said coldly, "That isn't a little boy at all. He's a Fallen Soul Master in disguise. If he hadn't let out a trace of his aura just now, it would've been hard to spot him."

"I don't know what he's after, but he certainly means no good."

The little boy, who had been kicked into the wooden house, was now surrounded by thick streams of black energy.

A skeletal hand reached out first, followed by the rest of his body, appearing before them.

He no longer looked like the boy from before. He was a horrifying old man, little more than a skeleton, with a terrifying aura.

"I never thought Spirit Hall's people would be so wary. What a pity. This old man is a Soul Saint. Killing you will be child's play. Capturing you and using you to threaten Spirit Hall wouldn't be a bad choice, either."

His clothes were in tatters, his hair was white, and his repulsive aura made Ye Guyue deeply uneasy.

"Martial Soul, possess!"

A black serpent appeared, coiling around the old man.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven Soul Rings rose slowly into the air.

"Hahaha! You two little girls are at most Soul Emperors, and you still dared to come here?"

The old man burst into laughter.

"You old fossil, you're about to die and you're still putting on airs. Just wait and see how my dear teaches you a lesson."

Bibi Dong pointed at the old man and mocked him.

The old man laughed aloud. "Then I'd like to see how you teach me..."

His laughter abruptly cut off. His pupils shrank at the sight before him.

A golden Light Sacred Dragon appeared.

Golden radiance blazed, dazzling the eyes, and immediately suppressed him.

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red.

"A Soul Douluo with two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?"

The old man couldn't believe it. Was this some kind of joke?

"Run!" The old man didn't dare say another word. He immediately summoned all his Soul Power, turned, and fled.

"Third Soul Skill, Radiant Dragon Breath."

Sacred light gathered before Ye Guyue and erupted, firing a beam of holy dragon breath a hundred meters wide.

The dazzling light swallowed the fleeing old man whole.

"Ah!" The old man screamed and turned to ash.

After killing the old man, Bibi Dong immediately threw herself on the cool and composed Ye Guyue. "That was amazing! Let Dong'er reward you."

"Stop, Dong'er! Don't you dare—mmm!"