Ye Guyue immediately inspected the Soul Bone's skills. A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was bound to have two Soul Skills.
First Soul Bone Skill: Holy Light Dragon Shadow Step
An active, ultimate-speed movement ability. Upon activation, his movement speed instantly increased by 200%, allowing him to perform consecutive short-range teleports, with a maximum distance of 500 meters per teleport.
During a teleport, he transformed into intangible holy light, becoming immune to all attacks and negative effects. The Radiant Holy Dragon afterimages left behind as he moved inflicted continuous Holy Burn and Dragon Might Suppression on nearby targets.
The skill lasted 30 seconds and had a one-minute cooldown. Exclusive bonus for those of the same bloodline:
As long as he had enough Soul Power, he could maintain the skill without limit. The teleport distance increased in step with his cultivation; at the Titled Douluo level, he could teleport ten thousand meters in a single jump.
"Isn't this the perfect skill for escaping and pursuit?"
The Sharp-Tailed Swift of the Speed Clan was the fastest Soul Master on the continent, and all of their Soul Skills boosted speed.
That was why the Speed Clan was the weakest of the four affiliated clans.
He immediately used Holy Light Dragon Shadow Step.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a ball of light and vanished from his bedchamber.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already 500 meters away.
"Fast." Ye Guyue activated it again and immediately returned to his bedchamber.
He promptly began inspecting the second Soul Bone Skill.
Second Soul Bone Skill: Holy Dragon Heaven-Stomping Strike
Passive: Permanently increased the explosive power of his legs. The damage of all leg techniques and diving attacks increased by 100%.
Upon landing, it could trigger a holy light shockwave, dealing area damage to nearby targets and sending them flying.
Active: Gathered the power of the Radiant Holy Dragon throughout his body into his right leg, then plunged down from high above to deliver a devastating stomp against his target.
Included [Holy Dragon Lock], which made it impossible for a locked target to escape or teleport away by any means.
Upon hitting, it triggered a large-scale holy light explosion, dealing massive damage.
It also shattered the target's defenses and Soul Power shield, preventing them from gathering Soul Power for three seconds.
It could be perfectly combined with [Holy Light Dragon Shadow Step] to attack from any angle. Cooldown: five minutes.
"I'll need to find a Titled Douluo grandpa to test this Soul Bone Skill on. An ordinary Soul Douluo might not be able to withstand it."
Just as Ye Guyue thought these two Soul Bone Skills were pretty good, he realized he seemed to have overlooked something. On closer inspection, he found one more skill he'd missed.
When facing imminent death, he could trigger Origin Protection, transforming into a Holy Light Dragon Shadow and instantly escaping the battlefield while restoring 30% of his Soul Power. This effect could be triggered once every 24 hours.
Ye Guyue smiled. It seemed this Soul Bone was pretty good.
Although that Lustful Dragon had picked it out for him, he still held a grudge. It had kept him cooped up in the Star Dou Great Forest for an entire year.
It had only let him leave after violating him.
He really had been careless.
Dragons really were lustful by nature. Thank goodness he'd gotten away quickly. Otherwise, if he'd kept staying there, Gu Yuena would have bullied him day and night.
Wouldn't he have ended up like Sky Dream Ice Silkworm?
Now that he'd escaped, he still had to face what was coming next.
He needed to think of a way to make Bibi Dong realize Yu Xiaogang wasn't as dazzling as he seemed on the surface.
As he pondered, a maid's voice came from outside.
"Miss Ye, Her Highness the Holy Maiden is here to see you."
Ye Guyue paused. He hadn't expected Bibi Dong to come looking for him first, but there was no need to guess: she was surely here to plead for Yu Xiaogang.
"Let her in."
The bedchamber doors swung open. Bibi Dong stepped inside, her long, graceful legs carrying her forward. Then she shut the doors and turned around.
Her gaze locked uncontrollably onto Ye Guyue on the bed. Her throat bobbed, and she swallowed without thinking.
The person on the bed wore only a loose white nightshirt. The fabric had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the smooth, snowy curve of his shoulder and the delicate collarbone beneath.
His bare feet rested casually on the edge of the bed, the small, pearly toes rounded and smooth.
Above them were a pair of long, straight legs, their lines clean and graceful.
His waist-length white hair fell loosely down his back, with a few stray locks draped against his cheek.
It made a face that was already exquisitely beautiful all the more dazzling.
His red eyes, their corners slightly upturned, were half-lidded. His expression was cold as an iceberg, yet his eyes held a natural, captivating grace.
His nose was straight, his lips a pale pink. Even sitting there quietly, he was so beautiful that no one could look away; even her breathing unconsciously grew lighter.
Bibi Dong stood rooted to the spot, unable to recover for a long moment.
She had always known her senior brother was handsome and exceptionally talented, a genius cherished by the Worship Hall. But she had never seen him this close, with his guard down.
The words she had rehearsed all the way there, the pleas she'd planned to make on Yu Xiaogang's behalf, caught in her throat. She couldn't utter a single one. All that remained was the uncontrollable, ever-quickening beat of her heart.
Senior Sister really was as stunning as ever.
If she hadn't known him since childhood, one glance would have made her think he was a beautiful girl.
"Bibi Dong, if you came to plead for Yu Xiaogang, you may as well leave."
Ye Guyue raised his eyes and looked at Bibi Dong, who stood frozen in place, staring at him as if he were prey.
Wait.
That gaze didn't look like she'd come to talk. Why did it seem like she wanted to devour him?
No, no. That couldn't be right.
Bibi Dong slowly came to her senses. Realizing she'd lost her composure, she quickly reined herself in.
"Sorry, Senior Sister. I lost my composure."
"Senior Sister, I'm willing to marry you. I only ask that you have Teacher spare Yu Xiaogang."
Ye Guyue's cold eyes rested on Bibi Dong, who was being so utterly spineless. He sighed.
"Alas, why can't you understand? Yu Xiaogang only cares about your status as the Holy Maiden. He doesn't love you at all."
"Senior Sister, please stop. I know you don't love me."
Bibi Dong smiled bitterly.
"I'm useless. I can't do anything right, and I'm not worthy of you, Senior Sister. We only need to pretend. Afterward, you can cultivate or pursue love—whatever you want—as long as you spare Yu Xiaogang."
Ye Guyue was a dazzling star from birth, shining with brilliance. He wasn't someone she could reach.
Even when she was a girl, she couldn't match him, though all Seven Elders had taught them both.
He was devoted to the Dao, free of desire and worldly concerns.
Ye Guyue's eyes shifted as he looked at Bibi Dong, standing there at a loss.
"Bibi Dong, do you think Yu Xiaogang loves you?"
Bibi Dong didn't answer. That was answer enough.
"Go back. You'll understand when the time comes." Ye Guyue immediately sent her away.
"Senior Sister, get some rest." Bibi Dong bowed, then turned away dejectedly, no longer lingering there.
After the doors closed, Ye Guyue knew he had to resolve the matter with Yu Xiaogang within three days.
It would be very easy to make Bibi Dong give up on him completely. A few little tricks would be enough.
He put everything else out of his mind, quieted himself, and began meditating.
Bibi Dong hadn't gone far from the palace when a torrential rain began to fall from the sky.
Thunder rumbled as the rain grew heavier, soaking Bibi Dong's hair and clothes.
She stood there, unable to come to her senses for a long time. Bibi Dong had hoped that this would help her calm down, but it was useless. It was all in vain. She couldn't do anything right.
Remembering Ye Guyue's cold expression, she felt as if her heart had been cut with a knife, as though she'd lost something precious.
"Senior Sister, your junior sister really doesn't know what to choose anymore..."
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