Black Banana

"Where has Su Chen gone?"

Just as he returned to the Saintess Hall, Su Chen heard a voice filled with dissatisfaction.

Looking up, he saw Bibi Dong sitting in the courtyard, with a table full of delicacies laid out on the stone table before her.

Bibi Dong was looking at him with a questioning gaze.

"Teacher, I went to find Elder Chrysanthemum."

Su Chen knew he couldn't lie; secrets were nearly impossible to keep within Martial Soul Hall.

It was fine if he wasn't caught, but once discovered, fabricating stories would cause his impression to plummet significantly.

"Hmm, you may cultivate some flowers and plants, but you must know your limits and not neglect your cultivation."

Bibi Dong unexpectedly didn't press the matter, though she seemed to have misunderstood something. Su Chen didn't explain, simply nodding obediently: "Teacher, I understand. Teacher, I will go to cultivate now."

"Hmm, come over and eat before you go."

Hearing this, Su Chen walked forward with a grin, noticing that the food on the table remained untouched.

He was somewhat surprised that Bibi Dong had actually been waiting for him.

Su Chen couldn't help but think of certain events; the current Bibi Dong still had a decent personality, but major events would occur over the next year or two that would cause her character to change completely.

Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang would fall in love.

Qian Xunji would become the Secret Chamber Douluo.

Qian Renxue would be born.

Bibi Dong would enter the Slaughter Land, and her personality would change drastically from then on.

Later, she would even become a complete madman.

Su Chen sighed.

He had only just awakened his martial soul, and he didn't know if he could change anything.

Su Chen thought of Qian Renxue; perhaps he could have her born earlier.

Once Qian Renxue appeared, Qian Xunji's attitude would change drastically; with a wife and daughter, he would be unable to transform into the Secret Chamber Douluo.

As for Yu Xiaogang, a twenty-ninth-level fellow, Su Chen felt he had no problem dealing with him.

"What is Su Chen thinking about?!"

Seeing Su Chen distracted, Bibi Dong furrowed her beautiful willow brows.

Su Chen replied subconsciously: "I was thinking about how to gift the Pope a daughter."

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong was stunned.

"Teacher, I was joking."

A year and a half later, Martial Soul Hall Academy.

Half a year ago, Su Chen had been packed off by Qian Xunji to the Soul Master Academy.

The reason given was that Bibi Dong also needed time for her own cultivation.

During the academy's advancement assessments, all the students of Class One gathered on the playground.

On the soul fighting platform, two students were engaged in a duel; both had reached level fifteen or higher, making them soul masters qualified to advance to the second-tier classes.

The audience below consisted mostly of students and teachers.

Bibi Dong was also in the VIP area.

At this moment, a faint smile played on Bibi Dong's lips; being able to enter a second-tier class at the age of seven was a rare occurrence throughout the entire academy.

The requirements for the second-tier class were being under fifteen years old, having a soul power of level fifteen or higher, and possessing a yellow soul ring.

"For the next soul fighting match, Su Chen and Ao Debiao, please take the stage."

At this moment, the teacher on the soul fighting platform called out.

Su Chen rose from among the crowd of students.

His posture was tall, straight, and handsome, his hair a pure, snowy white that seemed like frost; when the sunlight fell upon it, it remained untainted by any other color, translucent to the point of being almost eerie.

Though he had the appearance of a youth, he carried an inherent air of aloof, strange beauty that kept others at a distance, along with an indescribable, exotic quality.

Many students were both drawn to him and afraid of him; Su Chen had been here for half a year now.

Relying on his Innate Full Soul Power, he had attracted the attention of many young girls.

The love letters never stopped coming.

Even the students from the higher grades would express their pursuit of him.

As for his age!

They didn't care at all, suggesting that they could just wait for him to grow up.

Su Chen often heard: "I'll raise you!"

Su Chen had heard of raising women, raising men, and raising children, but he had never heard of raising an age!

"Su Chen, Martial Soul Nine Nether Red-Clad Ghost Emperor, level 19 Power Attack System one-ring Battle Soul Master."

On the Soul Fighting Platform, Su Chen looked seriously at the man in front of him.

The man was muscular, dark-skinned, and held a banana in his hand.

"Ao Debiao, Martial Soul Black Banana, level 19 Control System one-ring Soul Master."

The referee teacher smiled and said, "Friendship first, competition second. Do not use lethal force, stop when the point is made. Show us your best side. I announce the match has now begun."

"Xiangsi!"

Hum!

A gust of chilling wind drifted over, and streaks of red light gathered continuously in the surroundings.

Finally, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a woman dressed in a phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes, holding a red oil-paper umbrella, appeared on the Soul Fighting Platform.

Her entire body exuded resentment, baleful aura, and malice, casting a shadow over the surrounding sky.

The style of the woman's clothing had never been seen before on the Douluo Continent.

Yet, many could tell it was a bridal outfit, though they couldn't fathom why it looked so terrifying.

Those in the audience afraid of ghosts broke out in goosebumps; if it weren't daytime and there weren't so many people around, quite a few would have fled.

Those who didn't fear ghosts found her bridal attire hauntingly beautiful, and some even thought that ghosts might not be so bad after all.

Su Chen's first soul skill had no offensive properties.

Moreover, the matter of his companion follower could not be spoken of lightly.

Therefore, Su Chen's first soul skill was recorded at the Martial Soul Academy as Summoning the Ghost Bride.

As for Dream of Millet, aside from Bibi Dong, not even Qian Xunji had been told.

"First soul skill, Banana Bala!"

Ao Debiao moved first, his first soul ring lighting up.

Countless black bananas appeared all around.

These bananas peeled themselves automatically.

The next moment.

The bananas shot out densely like raindrops.

Ghost Bride drifted backward, her figure as elusive as a phantom.

Those bananas turned into a sticky substance the moment they hit the ground.

It was like glue; once stuck, it was hard to break free, and it carried a certain corrosive property.

Ghost Bride Xiangsi spun the red oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

As her first soul skill activated, the oil-paper formed a tornado amidst the high-speed rotation, and countless bright red petals appeared, drawn into the vortex to form a floral tornado.

The powerful tornado was filled with an invisible pulling force.

The incoming bananas were also swept into the vortex, unable to break free, becoming weapons for Ghost Bride Xiangsi.

As the floral tornado struck, the force of the storm arrived instantly before him. Ao Debiao clenched his fists and roared, "I surrender!"

The floral tornado vanished instantly, but Ghost Bride could not control the bananas; they were Ao Debiao's own soul skill, and she had merely borrowed their force to strike back.

The bananas hit Ao Debiao accurately. There was no pain and no injury, but like mucus, they stuck to him firmly, eventually sealing even his nose and mouth. Upon contact with the bananas, his clothes dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, Ao Debiao's dark skin was exposed to everyone's eyes.

"Hiss, so powerful, so ugly, so weak, so small."

"This soul skill is too lewd."

"Teacher, why are there three black things hanging down there?"

Ao Debiao could not hear the discussion. His face flushed red, and as he struggled to breathe and was on the verge of suffocating, the referee immediately flew over and tore away the sticky banana residue.

"Match over, Su Chen wins."