Martial Souls Unite, the Netherworld Saint Tiger Shakes Heaven and Earth

"Yes, good girl!"

Bibi Dong smiled and patted her head with satisfaction.

The girl was tenacious. No matter how hard things got on the Angel Holy Light Bridge, she never cried out. She just lowered her head and charged on.

Compared with Liena, she was easier to like and cherish.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing reminded her of the wedding she had imagined in her youth, when she had dreamed of marrying Yu Xiaogang—

Wearing a long wedding gown and a phoenix crown, pearls woven into her hair, she would wait for Yu Xiaogang to come and take her to the ceremony.

But there was no changing the past.

Life was unpredictable. You never knew when your time would come, so you had to cherish the present.

"A maid will come and take you to the front hall shortly!"

With that, Bibi Dong turned and left.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhu Zhuqing bowed obediently and watched Bibi Dong go.

Bibi Dong walked down a path lined with peach blossoms, petals drifting past her on the breeze.

She held her head high as she went.

Why does Bibi Dong seem especially gentle today?

Before long, Zhu Zhuqing's makeup was done, and she waited for the maid to fetch her.

Fang Fan had changed into his wedding attire, too. He stood before a mirror and found that he looked rather good.

A maid smoothed his hair, and he headed for the front hall.

At the entrance, he saw Zhu Zhuqing approaching in her bridal veil, supported by a maid.

The evening sun painted the horizon and Spirit Hall red, while the peach blossoms glowed gold and rose.

Sunlight fell upon them,

as though gilding them,

and radiant light streamed around them like a god's blessing.

Bibi Dong sat on the left side of the front hall,

while Golden Crocodile Worship sat on the right in Qian Daoliu's place.

He had long heard of Fang Fan's extraordinary talent, but seeing the boy in person still shocked him.

At such a young age, Fang Fan had already reached level fifty-three and seemed only a hair's breadth from level fifty-four.

He was far more gifted than Hu Liena, Xie Yue, or Yan.

No wonder the Grand Enshrined Douluo paid him such close attention.

In a few years, the boy might even surpass Xue'er.

And he possessed the legendary Twin Martial Souls.

Still, he was old enough to marry.

Zhu Zhuqing's talent was merely average by Spirit Hall's standards. She could not even enter the High-Level Soul Master Elite Class.

He had heard, though, that she was tenacious.

Bibi Dong had refused to let the Grand Enshrined Douluo come, afraid he would steal her disciple away.

And whenever Bibi Dong saw him, her face darkened. She would not say a word to him.

Golden Crocodile Worship was at a loss. He was an impatient man, and keeping quiet was driving him mad.

"The auspicious hour has arrived..."

The wedding rites were completed.

"This is a gift from your elder!"

Bibi Dong gave Zhu Zhuqing a palm-sized kitten:

"A Soul Tool Storage Bag that can hold living creatures! There are ten square meters inside!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Zhu Zhuqing accepted the gift. She had not expected her master to be so generous. Soul Tool Storage Bags capable of holding living creatures were exceedingly rare.

"I wonder what the Second Worship will give Zhuqing?"

Bibi Dong suddenly turned toward the Second Worship beside her.

"Well..."

Golden Crocodile Worship looked bewildered. Why did he feel as though Bibi Dong had trapped him?

Never mind. Now that he was here, he could not embarrass the Worship Hall.

"I'll give Zhuqing a Ten-Thousand-Year Trunk Spirit Bone!"

Golden Crocodile Worship had no choice but to take out a Spirit Bone he had treasured for years.

Coming in place of the Grand Enshrined Douluo had cost him dearly.

I should never have come.

If he failed to produce a Spirit Bone, Bibi Dong would look down on him and call the Worship Hall stingy,

then ask how it could claim the power to depose the Pope when it could not even manage this much.

That woman had a vicious tongue.

"How generous of you, Second Worship!"

Seeing Golden Crocodile Worship's face darken cheered Bibi Dong up:

"Zhuqing, hurry and accept it. Thank the Second Worship!"

"Yes! Thank you for your kindness, Second Worship!"

Zhu Zhuqing was overwhelmed. She had never expected a wedding ceremony to bring her so many treasures.

Fang Fan had just given her a left leg Spirit Bone, and now she had received a trunk Spirit Bone as well.

It was only ten thousand years old,

but trunk Spirit Bones were exceptionally rare.

Even ordinary Titled Douluo did not have one.

And now she owned two Spirit Bones.

Even the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire did not have a single one.

Spirit Hall truly was a state-level power with a long history and deep reserves, one that had stood for ten thousand years.

She put the Spirit Bone into the Treasure Cat.

Then came the call: "Escort the bride to the bridal chamber."

A maid led Zhu Zhuqing to the bedroom, where she sat on the bed.

Fang Fan followed her straight in, skipping the wedding toasts.

It was a small ceremony anyway. Only a few Elders, Bibi Dong, and the Second Worship had been invited to the banquet.

Hu Liena hid in a corner, watching Zhu Zhuqing being escorted to the bridal chamber.

She was so envious she nearly cried.

Why couldn't I be the bride?

This made Zhu Zhuqing Fang Fan's first wife.

How did this happen?

Hu Liena's jealousy stung.

She wanted to switch places with Zhu Zhuqing,

but feared her teacher would punish her.

So she stayed put and ate her wedding feast.

Fang Fan pushed open the door, and the maid closed it behind him.

Zhu Zhuqing sat quietly on the bed in her wedding gown, a red veil over her head and her hands resting on her lap.

Excitement surged through him, and he walked straight over.

He lifted the veil. With her bridal makeup, Zhu Zhuqing looked more striking than ever—

a beauty from another age.

In a red dress and phoenix crown, pearls woven into her hair,

the graceful beauty sat before him like a figure in a painting.

Her bright eyes turned to him, excited yet shy. Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

"Zhuqing, help me purge the Evil Thought!"

Fang Fan pulled her into his arms, unable to wait.

"All right!"

Her voice was soft, gentler than he had ever heard it.

It seemed that Fang Fan alone could draw out that tenderness.

Her fragrance filled the air as Zhu Zhuqing yielded to him.

Bibi Dong drank a cup of wine, then went to listen outside the door.

Of course, she was there in case anything went wrong.

If the Netherworld Evil Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat failed to merge and could not purge the Evil Thought, its backlash might strike them.

Then she would have to step in and suppress it.

The struggle between the Netherworld Evil Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat sounded fierce. Cries rang out from time to time.

"Roar... meow..." A tiger's roar and a cat's cry sounded together.

The two sounds seemed to fuse into a single, more commanding roar.

A surge of sacred energy shot into the sky.

"Roar..." A colossal saint tiger wreathed in Holy Light appeared above Spirit Hall.

It blotted out the sun, casting all of Spirit Hall into shadow.

Its sacred yet destructive energy scattered the clouds.

The Netherworld Saint Tiger?

Bibi Dong sensed that the vision had erupted from a successful Martial Soul fusion.

Its power was terrifying.

Even Qian Daoliu looked up. "Such a powerful vision!"

"What happened?" Some of the Enshrined Douluo had no idea what was going on.

Golden Crocodile Worship and the Elders flew outside. At the sight of the vision, they all drew sharp breaths,

their eyes widening as they stared at the Netherworld Saint Tiger overhead.

The domineering, sacred tiger radiated such destructive power that it made their hearts tremble.

"This is..."

Hu Liena stared wide-eyed at the vision in disbelief, jealousy souring her heart. How infuriating! Their Martial Souls actually fused?

Was it a fusion of their souls, too?