Nine Nether Red-Clad Ghost Emperor

"Aunt Mei, will you secretly give me a child?"

The beautiful woman was drenched in a sheen of sweat.

Behind her, a fat, greasy man held her tight.

He held her so tightly, with such force.

As if he wanted to press her deep into his own body.

In a daze, the beautiful woman let out a languid, soft moan, the tail end of the sound crushed between her lips and teeth.

"Alright~"

Just then, a voice cut through: "Dean, Dean, it's bad, something terrible has happened."

The clear, sharp words pulled the fat man back from his memories.

Then, a man's voice sounded by his ear.

"Dean, it looks like you've wet the bed; your clothes are all soaked."

"Sigma, you brat, stop barging in without knocking! And this isn't... it's just... cough cough I was sweating."

"Dean, none of that matters now. You need to come out and see this. A child just awakened a humanoid Martial Soul—three of them, actually. They're all radiating a cold, ghostly aura. They don't look normal at all..."

The Dean looked up at Sigma, his eyes filled with the look one gives a fool.

"Douluo Continent hasn't seen a Twin Martial Souls in ten thousand years, and you're telling me this kid popped out with three?"

"And they're humanoid?"

"Have you lost your mind from sleeping, or did you see a ghost in broad daylight? How dare you try to fool me with such nonsense."

"Dean, I really did see a ghost in broad daylight!"

At that moment, a bone-chilling cold seeped in through the door crack without warning.

Decaying and sinister, like a ghostly wind drifting up from the Yellow Springs, it made the curtains rustle.

The playful look on the Dean's face froze, and he stood up from his chair with a jolt.

He had never felt such a pure, malevolent power. The aura was so thick, violent, and dark that it was even more evil than the Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul of Bibi Dong.

Something was wrong—something was truly, terribly wrong.

He didn't even have time to change his pants before he hurried outside.

The Martial Soul Awakening Hall, usually bustling with noise, was now deathly silent.

The sky above Martial Soul City was shrouded in resentment, baleful energy, and an ominous, calamitous aura.

In the center of the Awakening Hall, three figures floated quietly in mid-air.

Leading them was a figure in red. The woman was tall, her face possessing a tragic beauty. Her crimson lips were as vivid as if she had just feasted on human blood. Her red robes were like blood, the hems embroidered with hideous, twisted crimson ghostly patterns. Her sleeves fluttered without wind amidst the baleful aura, and the ground beneath her feet was a sea of bright red blood.

To her left floated a Ghost Bride in a red wedding dress, wearing a phoenix coronet and a cape. Her stunning face was deathly pale. Before her floated a red oil-paper umbrella and a red lantern with the character "Double Happiness" on it, her body wreathed in ghostly energy and resentment.

The woman on the right wore a tattered purple Taoist robe, the fabric covered in dense, twisted, and eerie golden runes. The runes flowed with a cold, dark light, exuding a mysterious energy that both repelled ghosts and suppressed evil, yet she carried her own ghostly, yin, and calamitous aura. Her presence was incredibly strange, with dozens of talismans rotating around her.

Three figures, three distinct yet equally formidable soul power auras intertwined. The entire area was filled with a ghostly chill; even the wind blowing through was icy cold.

The children waiting for their awakening, along with the deacons and soul masters, seemed completely stunned, frozen in place.

Standing between these three figures was a six-year-old boy.

White hair, red eyes.

The surroundings remained silent for a moment before people finally reacted, the sound of gasps echoing one after another.

The Dean realized at a glance that this Martial Soul belonged to the boy.

He trembled uncontrollably, filled with ecstasy and excitement.

He stepped forward, trying to keep his voice steady: "Child... is this, is this Martial Soul of yours... a Triple Martial Soul?"

In the entire history of Douluo Continent, there had never been a record of a Triple Martial Soul.

If it were true, the child before him would surely become the first in the history of the continent.

"Dean, it's not a Triple Martial Soul. The Red-Clothed Ghost Emperor is my Martial Soul. The Ghost Bride and the Purple-Robed Celestial Master Ghost are just companions derived from my Martial Soul; they don't count as Martial Souls."

Su Chen felt the information transmitting through his mind and spoke of his Martial Soul's general situation in a childish voice.

He looked at the dark red aura radiating from them.

That aura was filled with evil and all sorts of negative energies.

His small brows relaxed slightly, and a sense of relief crossed his face.

It was a good thing it wasn't ten thousand years later; otherwise, he would have been marked for death the moment he awakened his Martial Soul, forcing him to go back to the underworld and wait in line.

The ecstasy on the Dean's face froze instantly.

The light in his eyes dimmed, revealing unconcealable disappointment.

It wasn't a Triple Martial Soul.

So it wasn't a peerless prodigy, a once-in-ten-thousand-years occurrence.

It was just a Martial Soul, accompanied by two attendant followers.

The disappointment lasted for only a fleeting moment.

The very next second, a wave of surprise swept through his entire body once more.

In the entire history of the Douluo Continent, there had never been any record of a Martial Soul manifesting attendant followers upon awakening.

He had heard of attendant weapons, but this was his first time ever seeing attendant followers.

Furthermore, judging by the situation, these two attendant followers did not seem like simple characters.

They were devilishly strange!

"Sigma, bring me the crystal ball for testing soul power."

The dean's rough voice rang out, and Sigma hurried over.

After receiving the crystal, the dean held it with both hands and presented it to the boy, his breathing ragged as his voice softened: "Come, child, test your Innate Soul Power."

Su Chen nodded gently, placing his small hand over the crystal ball with a heart full of anticipation.

"BOOM--"

A brilliant, dazzling light instantly flooded the entire crystal ball.

It was blinding to the extreme, without a single trace of impurity.

"Heh heh heh..."

"It really is Innate Full Soul Power!"

The dean's entire body shuddered, his eyes widening as he burst into joyous laughter: "You kid have the potential of a Title, the potential of a Title!"

Sigma was also filled with excitement, looking at Su Chen as if he were a precious treasure.

Discovering a child with Innate Full Soul Power would earn him a reward from the Martial Soul Hall that would last him a lifetime.

Seeing this scene, the crowd that had been quiet until now completely erupted, and long-suppressed exclamations quietly spread.

Although Su Chen's Martial Soul looked a bit terrifying, it was truly beautiful; the more one looked, the more pleasing it was to the eye. Plus, with Innate Full Soul Power, as long as he cultivated diligently, he would surely become a member of the Elder Hall.

That was the place everyone in the Martial Soul Hall yearned for.

For a moment, as the crowd looked at Su Chen, their eyes were filled with extreme envy.

"Good child, good, good, good! I will report this to the higher-ups of the Martial Soul Hall immediately; you won't have to stay in the orphanage anymore!"

"I believe you will surely be personally trained by the titled elders of the Elder Hall, and perhaps even receive the attention of His Holiness the Pope."

No sooner had the dean finished speaking than a fluctuation of soul power suddenly arrived from afar.

A golden figure descended from the sky. He had golden hair and golden eyes, wore a golden crown, and was dressed in papal robes. The brilliant golden power radiating from him was both gentle and domineering.

Upon seeing the person who had suddenly arrived, the entire crowd was stunned for a moment, before everyone, including the dean, instantly bowed their heads:

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"