The Tribulation of the Nine Heart Begonia, Gratitude to Master?

Yu Xiaolong sat cross-legged.

Soul power surged around him like a tidal wave.

Level sixty-two!

The Battle Soul Emperor realm had finally stabilized.

"This... how is this possible?"

Bai Chenxiang's beautiful eyes widened.

She looked at her hands in disbelief.

A pair of dragon wing phantoms flickered faintly behind her.

Gemini Star Dragon!

This was a top-tier dragon-type Martial Soul!

"Since I've taken you as my disciple..."

Yu Xiaolong's tone was calm.

"Helping you awaken Twin Martial Souls..."

"is merely part of my duty."

Bai Chenxiang's delicate body trembled.

Twin Martial Souls!

The Speed Clan's greatest weakness was their offensive power.

Now she actually possessed a dragon-type Martial Soul!

This was simply defying fate!

Her eyes turned slightly red.

Her gaze towards Yu Xiaolong was filled with gratitude.

Although she didn't want to admit it.

But this man...

A trace of a different kind of affection was growing within Bai Chenxiang's heart.

The central region of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Nightfall spread like ink.

A family of five sat by the campfire.

They were ordinary civilians with no soul power.

"Sir... we really haven't seen any grandfather and grandson..."

The middle-aged man's voice trembled.

He fiercely protected his wife and child behind him.

Opposite them stood a man enveloped in black energy.

A pale face could be vaguely seen within the black mist.

Ghost's eyes were chillingly cold.

"You really haven't seen them?"

His voice sounded as if from the deepest abyss.

"I wouldn't dare lie to you, sir!"

The man immediately knelt on the ground.

The woman hugged her child, trembling.

"Please spare our lives, sir..."

Before he finished speaking.

Ghost revealed a sinister smile.

The black mist transformed into ghostly claws and lunged out!

Blood splattered.

Five lives instantly fell silent.

Ghost retracted his palm.

Black mist swirled around his fingertips.

They hadn't even had time to scream.

A black-robed soul master respectfully stepped forward from behind him.

"Lord Ghost..."

"That old man Ye Renxin..."

"He shouldn't have gotten far."

Ghost's eyes lifted slightly.

Icy killing intent flowed in his gaze.

"Chase."

Just one word.

It sent chills down the spines of the soul masters behind him.

Central Star Dou Great Forest.

Ancient trees towered to the sky.

Moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows.

A white-haired old man was fleeing at high speed.

He was pulling a girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Ye Renxin's face was pale.

The clothes on his chest were already soaked through with blood.

Seventy-two claw marks from Ghost were deep enough to see bone.

"Lingling..."

The old man's voice was hoarse.

"You go quickly!"

"Don't worry about Grandpa!"

The girl wore a green dress.

Her face was cold and stunningly beautiful.

Her waist-length hair fluttered in the wind.

Ye Lingling bit her lip.

She didn't speak.

But she tightly gripped her grandfather's hand.

Her slender jade fingers turned white from the force.

Her eyes trembled violently.

It was a silent protest.

Ye Renxin sighed deeply.

His granddaughter had never been able to speak since she was little.

But she was more stubborn than anyone.

"Listen to Grandpa..."

The old man tried to pull his hand away.

Ye Lingling shook her head.

A mist formed in her clear, cold eyes.

But she still stubbornly held on to her grandfather.

Refusing to let go, no matter what.

Moonlight fell upon the girl.

Her green dress clung to her shapely figure.

As she ran, the curves of her chest rose and fell slightly.

Not full and proud, but like a budding flower.

Her waist was slender enough to be held in one hand.

As her skirt fluttered...

Her long, straight legs were faintly visible.

Her beauty carried a detached coolness.

Like a snow lotus on a mountaintop, unstained by dust.

But at this moment, this snow lotus...

But it was about to wither in blood and fire.

Ye Renxin continued to flee with his granddaughter.

He spoke as he ran.

"Lingling..."

"If only you had agreed back then..."

"to marry the Fourth Prince..."

The old man's voice was filled with bitterness.

"With the protection of the Royal Guard..."

"You wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Ye Lingling bit her cherry lips.

Silence.

A long silence.

Her cool, clear face showed no expression.

But her heart was trembling.

Grandpa was right.

That Fourth Prince was indeed interested in her.

He had even promised her the position of main consort.

But she, Ye Lingling, was unwilling!

Unwilling to become a pawn in a political marriage.

Unwilling to have her life arranged.

But at this moment, looking at her grandfather covered in blood...

She wavered.

If only she had agreed back then...

Grandpa wouldn't have suffered this calamity, would he?

The young girl's fingers trembled.

Her cherry lips were bitten white.

Her peripheral vision swept over the wound on her grandfather's chest.

The flesh and blood there...

had already turned black.

The Ghost Claw Poison was spreading.

Ye Renxin noticed his granddaughter's distress.

He forced a smile.

"Lingling..."

"Grandpa doesn't blame you..."

"I just feel pained..."

Before he could finish speaking.

The old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His body staggered, almost falling.

Ye Lingling quickly supported him.

Her hands trembled even more violently.

Tears finally welled up in her cool, clear eyes.

Silently, they fell.

"Hehehehe..."

A sinister laugh echoed from the dense forest behind them.

"Ye Renxin..."

"You're quite fast at escaping."

Black mist surged.

The figure of Ghost slowly emerged.

He stood with his hands behind his back.

A playful smile hung upon his pale face.

It was like a cat toying with a mouse.

Ye Renxin shielded his granddaughter behind him.

"Ghost!"

"Does Martial Soul Hall truly intend to leave no one alive?"

The old man's voice was hoarse yet permeated with iron-blooded resolve.

Ghost's gaze was indifferent.

"Hand over the Nine Heart Begonia..."

"This Seat may leave your corpse intact."

Ye Lingling felt a chill run through her entire body.

The Nine Heart Begonia!

That was her grandfather's lifeblood!

It was the very foundation of the entire Ye family!

Ghost's gaze swept over Ye Lingling.

His eyes lingered on the young girl's delicate frame for a moment.

A sinister arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

"As for this lass..."

"Yue Guan has been lacking a medicine cauldron lately..."

"She is just right."

Ye Renxin's eyes were on the verge of splitting from rage.

"You dare!"

His soul power erupted with a roar.

Seventy-nine rings lit up.

The Nine Heart Begonia martial soul bloomed with brilliant radiance.

Ghost gave a disdainful laugh.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Black mist transformed into ten thousand ghost claws.

They descended, covering the sky and blotting out the earth!

Star Dou Great Forest.

By the river.

The water gurgled softly.

Bai Chenxiang hid behind a tree.

She secretly released her new martial soul.

Gemini Star Dragon!

A pair of iridescent dragon wings unfurled behind her back.

She raised her right hand.

Soul power surged.

Light condensed in her palm.

From her delicate shoulders...

Two items actually manifested...

Mechanical Heavy Machine Guns!?

The gun bodies were cyan and streamlined.

They were engraved with intricate dragon patterns.

They looked nothing like any creation from the Douluo Continent.

Bai Chenxiang's beautiful eyes widened.

This is...

A gun?

She tried to pull the trigger.

A beam of light shot out!

Silently.

Yet it pierced through a distant boulder!

Such potent power!

The girl's lips curled up.

Her competitive nature excited her.

With this martial soul...

Who would dare say the Speed Clan lacked offensive power?

"What's..."

"So happy about?"

A voice sounded from behind.

"Are you grateful to your master?"

Bai Chenxiang jumped in fright!

She hastily turned around.

Yu Xiaolong had appeared behind her at some unknown time.

So close...

She could almost feel his breath.

The girl subconsciously took half a step back.

Yu Xiaolong smiled faintly.

His gaze swept over the Twin Pistols (martial soul) in her hand.

Bai Chenxiang wore a tight-fitting combat outfit.

The curves on her chest weren't exactly full.

But they were shapely and upright.

Her breathing was rapid from the fright.

Her chest rose and fell slightly.

Her waist was slender.