"Hongdou!"
"Xiangsi!"
After tidying up the room, Su Chen began tinkering with his two ghost attendants.
As his voice fell,
red mist drifted out from Su Chen.
The Ghost Bride, Xiangsi, appeared.
Her feet rested on a red lotus, her red robes and pale hands striking.
Her claws, black as ink jade, gripped a red oil-paper umbrella.
To Su Chen's surprise,
the Ghost Bride seemed to have grown larger.
Standing before her,
he only reached her upper thigh.
He couldn't see the Ghost Bride's face when he looked up.
Su Chen instinctively took a step back.
Her slightly pale, mournfully beautiful face came into view.
When her faintly red eyes looked at Su Chen, a complicated expression flickered in them.
Su Chen was astonished. Before, the Ghost Bride had been just like an ordinary Martial Soul. Her face had shown no expression; she had only moved like a puppet, entirely at his command, and her eyes had held no emotion.
"Th-this... a yellow Soul Ring appeared!"
Only then did Su Chen notice that the Ghost Bride had even gained a Soul Ring.
Her Soul Power had increased overall, too.
Su Chen thought of a possibility.
They were connected to his Martial Souls.
As his strength increased, their Soul Rings would grow stronger as well.
Perhaps the Soul Ring was a natural Soul Skill she had condensed herself.
Su Chen looked to either side but saw no Ghost Celestial Master. A chill crept over him from behind.
He turned around. The Purple-Robed Celestial Master Ghost had already appeared, faint sinister energy swirling around her.
She hadn't grown taller and remained about 1.7 meters tall.
Violet light glimmered in her eyes. A yellow Soul Ring encircled the talisman in her jade hand.
"Just as I thought!"
Su Chen looked at the Purple-Robed Celestial Master Ghost. A complex emotion appeared in her eyes, too. Perhaps as long as he grew stronger, they would gradually develop minds of their own and become independent beings.
Likewise, if he was level twelve, they would be level twelve; if he became a Titled Douluo, they would become Titled Douluos as well.
"What are your Soul Skills?"
Su Chen was quite curious and wanted them to show him.
The Soul Ring beneath the Ghost Bride, Xiangsi, lit up.
She opened her red oil-paper umbrella, and a wave of sinister energy and resentment surged toward him.
As her fingers moved, the umbrella began to spin, faster and faster. Suddenly, a rain of petals fell around them.
The red flowers were as vivid as blood, somewhat like Other Shore Flowers.
A sea of Other Shore Flowers formed. As the petals spun rapidly, they whipped it into a Flower Sea Tornado.
The whole room rattled in the wind, and tables and chairs were swept into the swirling flowers.
Su Chen realized something was wrong and was just about to tell the Ghost Bride, Xiangsi, to stop.
With a boom, the Flower Sea Tornado had already been hurled away.
The wall blew apart. The whole room was a complete mess, strewn with broken fragments.
Su Chen: "..."
The Soul Ring on the Purple-Robed Celestial Master Ghost began spinning as well, and the talisman in her hand lit up.
"Hongdou, stop!"
The Purple-Robed Celestial Master Ghost tilted her head slightly, a faintly human look of confusion appearing in her eyes.
Su Chen stared at the wreckage before him, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He'd been careless. He hadn't expected the Ghost Bride, Xiangsi, to act so decisively and unleash her Soul Skill right there in the room.
Hongdou was just the same. Even after causing this much destruction, she still wanted to add another blow.
"What happened?"
"Xiao Chen?"
"Xiao Chen!"
Just then, Bibi Dong rushed out. She wore a dark pink nightgown over her shoulders, and her body was still wet. The silk clung to her, outlining her slender waist, curvaceous figure, and long, fair legs.
Bibi Dong looked around in confusion.
Where the Flower Sea Tornado had easily destroyed the room, scattered Other Shore Flower Petals had landed everywhere. The plants and trees withered rapidly as their vitality was drained, while the red paper of the umbrella in the Ghost Bride's hand grew even brighter.
Su Chen could feel that this Soul Skill could nourish its user in return.
It could absorb life and Soul Power. Anything living could have its vitality drained by the Other Shore Flower Petals.
"Teacher, what happened was..."
Su Chen sheepishly explained the situation. Bibi Dong didn't blame him; instead, she gazed at Hongdou and Xiangsi in amazement.
"You mean they condensed Soul Rings on their own, and their Soul Power is the same as yours?"
When Su Chen nodded, a hint of envy appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes.
He had bodyguards built right in.
If Xiao Chen became a Titled Douluo, wouldn't he have three more Titled powerhouses at once?
If his teacher found out, he would definitely do everything he could to train him. He would probably regret not taking Xiao Chen in, too.
"Xiao Chen, don't tell anyone about the two of them for now. Especially keep quiet about a Soul Skill that can absorb other people's life force and Soul Power. Don't tell anyone—not even the Pope. Get some rest soon. I'll have someone clean this up."
"Okay, Teacher. Can I use you for an experiment? I want to see what the Soul Skill I got today does."
"All right. Come over in a bit and do whatever you like. It's only going to be sleep, anyway."
Bibi Dong gave him a few more reminders, then hurried back to her room.
She was a little flustered. Underneath, she had nothing on, and her thin nightgown had been soaked.
It was practically see-through.
But Xiao Chen was still a child, so it would be fine.
"Knock, knock!"
Half an hour later, Su Chen had cleaned everything up and knocked on Bibi Dong's door. "Teacher, may I come in?"
When the door was gently pushed open, Bibi Dong was sitting at her vanity. She had changed into a pale purple dress.
She was also quite curious about Su Chen's Soul Skill.
Even if it had no offensive power, being able to have a good dream every night would still make it a wonderful Soul Skill.
"Teacher, just lie down. Leave the rest to me."
"All right, but don't overexert yourself. Remember to save some Soul Power for yourself. If you use every last drop, it'll feel awful."
Su Chen nodded. Once Bibi Dong had lain down, he immediately activated his first Soul Skill.
"Dream of Millet!"
Buzz!
The Nine Nether Red-Clad Ghost Emperor appeared behind Su Wen.
Dark red power swept through the room in an instant.
Bibi Dong suddenly felt wave after wave of drowsiness. The next moment, her consciousness was pulled into an illusion.
[You were born into an ordinary family. Fallen Soul Masters attacked, slaughtering your family and everyone in your village. You became a child at the Spirit Hall Orphanage.]
[At the age of six, you awakened the Twin Martial Souls Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, and possessed Innate Full Soul Power. Pope Qian Xunji took notice of you and made you his disciple.]
[At the age of ten, you were named Saintess.]
[At the age of seventeen, you experienced your first stirrings of love and met Yu Xiaogang by chance. His smooth talking made you develop feelings for him.]
[That same year, you suddenly gained a disciple, foisted on you by Qian Xunji. At first, you disliked him, but after seeing his face, you accepted him. Then you discovered that this disciple seemed unexpectedly knowledgeable for his age, with a maturity beyond his years.]
Su Chen's mouth twitched. His teacher's dream... was interesting.
[At eighteen, your young disciple grew rebellious and disliked Yu Xiaogang. You seemed to care a great deal about your disciple's feelings, and stopped contacting Yu Xiaogang.]