55: The Ghost Bride Red Leaf

"Teacher, a black ten-thousand-year spirit ring!"

Su Wen wiped the saliva off his face and looked at Bibi Dong with quite a bit of pride.

"Not bad. Yellow, purple, black—you are the first throughout the ages to achieve this!"

Bibi Dong had a smile on her lips, looking more and more satisfied with the Disciple she had meticulously nurtured for two years.

Noticing that there were still traces of liquid on his face that hadn't been wiped clean, she frowned and reached out, rubbing his face twice before it looked right to her.

Bibi Dong placed her hand on his shoulder, sensing Su Wen's condition. "Level thirty-five. It's truly surprising yet expected; absorbing a spirit ring beyond your level limits can save quite a bit of cultivation time... Xiao Wen, what is the Spirit Ability?"

Su Wen carefully sensed the information of the Third Soul Skill. "Ghastly Rain, I also call it the Soul Returning Rain. When the Ghost Bride sheds a single tear, a rain of blood nourished by fresh blood will fall within a thousand-meter radius."

"Everyone within the rain will hear a ghostly opera. Enemy fear increases by ten percent, Mental Energy decreases by ten percent, Soul Power drains by ten percent, movement speed weakens by ten percent, and defense weakens by ten percent. If an enemy is injured, they cannot be healed within the rain, and all healing effects are negated unless they leave the blood rain's range. Enemies who die in the rain cannot enter Reincarnation; they will turn into ghosts for me to command..."

"The blood rain only ends if I actively stop it or if my Soul Power is exhausted."

Bibi Dong was somewhat surprised; this Spirit Ability was a bit like a Domain.

"Blood rain, huh!"

Ye Yuaner felt a bit of a headache. The Ghost Souls were already terrifying enough, and now there's blood rain too.

Xiao Wen is really going down the horror route!

Su Wen walked over to the Dark Demon Tiger and rummaged around.

He was checking to see if there was a Spirit Bone.

Ye Yuaner was just about to tease him that it was impossible to have a Spirit Bone.

Su Wen suddenly picked up a hard object.

This Spirit Bone was pitch black overall, shimmering with a dark light and shaped like a left leg, though it was clearly a Right Leg Bone.

"This... there actually is a Spirit Bone!"

Ye Yuaner was quite surprised, and Bibi Dong was also somewhat caught off guard.

But Su Wen's next sentence left them speechless: "The age is a bit low, what a pity!"

"Ten thousand years is low? Do you want to absorb a hundred-thousand-year one instead?"

Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead and reminded him, "Keep the Spirit Bone safe and find a time to absorb it. First, look at your red umbrella; has the Seal fallen off?"

Su Wen stowed the Spirit Bone and took out the red oil-paper umbrella.

He opened it under the watchful eyes of Bibi Dong and Ye Yuaner.

There were nine long streamers, and the runes on three of them had disappeared.

Clearly, the third Seal had been undone.

As three clouds of red mist drifted out from the umbrella,

Three Ghost Brides suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

The Ghost Bride in the center had feet resting on red lotuses and wore a blood-red wedding dress adorned with bright, shining pearls.

Her pale, delicate fingers ended in sharp claws like black jade.

She was holding an ancient book.

The cover and back of the book were both gold, with black cloud patterns and runes of an ancient black dragon on the front, and a multi-colored white wave pattern on the back. Her entire body emitted a faint blood-light and the aura of death.

The spirit rings beneath the Ghost Bride's feet were exactly one yellow, one purple, and one black.

Hong Dou and Hong Jing were the same; both had obtained their third spirit ring.

"Another Ghost Bride popped out. Hiss, their spirit rings are exactly the same as Xiao Wen's!"

Ye Yuaner looked at that black spirit ring, a hint of envy appearing in her eyes.

Bibi Dong was equally shocked inwardly. Now it could be completely confirmed.

The remaining ones were likely all Ghost Brides.

Heh, nine Titled Douluo-level enforcers!

Bibi Dong thought about how wherever Xiao Wen went in the future, nine Ghost Brides would follow him.

That scene... "A book Spirit?"

Bibi Dong asked curiously, "Is it a support-type Spirit?"

The Ghost Bride ignored her.

"Cough, what is your Spirit Ability?"

Su Wen took the initiative to ask.

As soon as he spoke, a row of bloody red characters appeared in front of the three of them.

[Write down the opponent's name, and their life will drain by ten percent. If you have their birth date and time, the effect doubles. If the opponent is an immortal, writing their name along with their birth date gives a ten percent chance of their soul being hooked by the Black and White Impermanence. This Spirit Ability can only be released three times a day.]

Bibi Dong and Ye Yuaner frowned slightly. It sounded powerful, but in reality, it was a useless Spirit Ability that wouldn't help much in combat.

Su Wen was also speechless. Weren't immortals just deities!

But as for a deity's birth date, the deity themselves probably forgot it.

Su Wen continued to inquire. The Ghost Bride's second Spirit Ability was the same as Hong Dou and Hong Jing's.

The third Spirit Ability was to investigate all of the opponent's information.

However, the opponent's Soul Power could not exceed his by more than fifteen levels.

"So the third Spirit Ability is meant to be used in coordination with the first Spirit Ability; that's how to find the opponent's birth date!"

At this moment, Su Wen realized how powerful this book was.

Those at level ninety-nine and above were all immortals.

When the Ghost Bride reached the level of a Limit Douluo, she could completely insta-kill those below third-class gods, or even third-class god experts.

By releasing the first Spirit Ability a few times every day, he didn't believe that ten percent death chance wouldn't eventually hit.

"They all have names, I'll give you one too!"

"Hong Shu?"

"Uh, that doesn't sound very good. Your Spirit is a book, and it has page after page, so in the future I'll call you..."

"Hong Ye (Page)."

Su Wen opened the umbrella and retracted all of them.

Bibi Dong watched silently. She already understood how mysterious and powerful the Wedding Dress Ghost Emperor Martial Soul was. Once Xiao Wen grew up, the Titled Douluo of the entire continent probably wouldn't be his match, unless one could take on ten Titled Douluo at once!

While Bibi Dong was deep in thought, she completely failed to notice a flash of purple-black aura passing over her forehead.

"Xiao Wen, when Nana reaches level thirty, I will appoint you both as Saint and Saintess together."

"Come over and have dinner with me tonight!"

Bibi Dong pinched Su Wen's face.

"Xiao Wen, what did the Supreme Pontiff just say?"

"Saint?"

After Bibi Dong left, Ye Yuaner crouched down and looked at him excitedly.

"Hmm? Did Aunt Ye not tell you before?"

"Of course she didn't!"

Ye Yuaner was suddenly a bit annoyed; Xiao Wen actually dared to hide things from her.

She pulled him into her arms and toyed with him mercilessly for a while.

By the time Su Wen left,

Ye Yuaner leaned against the doorframe, watching his departing figure with a sense of satisfaction.

"The little guy seems to have grown up!"

...Returning to the courtyard, Hu Liena and Dugu Yan were practicing together.

Seeing Su Wen return, Hu Liena left Dugu Yan and ran up excitedly. Hearing that her Senior Brother had already obtained his third spirit ring, she said happily:

"Nana has also broken through to the Peak of level twenty-eight; in another half month, I'll be level twenty-nine."

"What about Yan Yan?"

Su Wen praised Hu Liena and then looked at Dugu Yan nearby.

"I... am still level nineteen, but almost level twenty."

Dugu Yan spoke somewhat bashfully.

In the nearly half a year since coming here, Hu Liena had risen two levels.

She herself had also nearly risen two levels, but the other girl's Soul Power was almost at level thirty.

Comparing them like this, the gap was too large.

"An Innate level seven cultivation speed isn't slow either; at least in my eyes, it's already very impressive."

Su Wen knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.