Douluo: Venom Spirit, possesses Xiao Wu at the beginning.

Chapter 722 The Seventh Test: Cultivating Martial Soul Fusion Technique
Wuhun City.

With a bright moon and few stars, and black crows flying overhead, the Papal Palace under the moonlight appeared somewhat eerie.

In the pitch-black chamber, a few eerie purple lights rippled around, and the wails of vengeful ghosts echoed continuously, accompanied by the intermittent, grating sound of sharp blades cutting against the walls.

A sharp, hoarse laugh suddenly rang out.

"Haha. Hahaha!"

"Finally finished! I finally passed this damn sixth test!"

"Almost there, almost there."

"Destroy the Spirit Hall! Destroy the Qian Family! The time to annihilate everything is coming!"

A figure stood in the very center of the secret chamber. It was a stone platform surrounded by a pool of water, emanating a bone-chilling cold and churning with deadly venom.

Bibi Dong, clad in a regal imperial robe, slowly opened her eyes, which glowed with a green light. Her face was covered in hideous purple markings, and through her collar, her perfect body was also covered in purple runes. Her lower body had transformed into a large, green, fleshy ball secreting a vile, viscous fluid, from which eight thick spider legs covered in fine hairs grew. It looked exceptionally gruesome.
Amidst the maniacal laughter, Bibi Dong slowly retracted her Martial Soul True Form. The swollen green ball of flesh slowly contracted, transforming back into her long, beautiful legs, which were now covered in gorgeous attire as she sat cross-legged. The purple runes on her body dissipated, and the ferocious smile on her face gradually faded.

Bibi Dong's aura grew much stronger, then quickly dropped back, stopping at the peak of level ninety-eight.

"call--"

A gust of cold wind blew by.

The entire secret chamber was freed from its gloomy atmosphere, and Bibi Dong transformed from a madwoman back into the powerful, noble, and elegant Pope of the Spirit Hall.

"The sixth test is over, now it's time for the seventh." Bibi Dong quickly suppressed her excitement, closed her eyes, and began to review the contents of the seventh test. Before she had even fully closed her eyes, a look of astonishment appeared on her face. "What?! What kind of test is this? It actually requires me to cultivate a Martial Soul Fusion Technique!"

Bibi Dong's expression became extremely strange. Without a doubt, the first person she thought of at this moment was Ye Qiu.

His martial soul wasn't picky about its food source, and Bibi Dong had indeed considered cultivating a martial soul fusion technique with Ye Qiu before. However, after touching her memories, she stopped thinking about it.

"Damn it! How could it be such a test?" Bibi Dong looked troubled. This test wasn't particularly difficult, but it wasn't simple either. Right now, she only had two problems to solve: First, was she willing to expose her memories, vulnerabilities, and even everything else to Ye Qiu? Second, she needed to find Ye Qiu's whereabouts!

Clearly, finding Ye Qiu is the most important thing to address in this assessment.

"A year has passed, and I wonder where that brat took Nana. Hmph, and that child from the Crown Prince's residence... it seems he already had some shady dealings with the Qian family, daring to deceive me!"

Bibi Dong's face was cold; in such a short time, she had already made her decision.

The Nine Trials of Rakshasa are absolutely not to be abandoned; they must be completed. Otherwise, she will definitely die a horrible death. It's just that she's entrusting her memories to Ye Qiu, and she can also see Ye Qiu's memories. Although this has no effect on her, it's better than nothing.

If Ye Qiu loses control, the worst that can happen is that we'll make him disappear from this world completely!

Prince's Mansion.

As night deepened, Ye Qiu still couldn't fall asleep.

In the room where they had spent their wedding night, Ye Qiu and his family of three lay on the bed, with occasional soft laughter emanating from them.
More than anything, Ye Ling'er was surprised.

"Ah? Daddy, you're so mean! After you smashed Aunt Xue's face, you even smashed Aunt Na's face like that too. Aunt Na is so old, and she still needs Daddy to help her pee. She must be so ashamed!" Ye Ling'er lay on the bed, nestled in Liu Erlong's soft arms, blinking her bright, watery eyes at Ye Qiushui, her face full of fear and reproach.

"Haha. Father is indeed very bad, but the world of Soul Masters is a place where people can eat each other. Father's badness is not the worst, but not the worst either. Some difficult things can be accomplished better and faster by using some special methods. Ling'er will understand this when she grows up." Ye Qiu did not shy away from what he had done in the past, and he answered whatever Ye Ling'er asked.

Hearing Ye Qiu's words, Liu Erlong frowned. Holding her daughter and lying next to that beast, she felt no sleepiness whatsoever.

Seeing Ye Qiu's shameless behavior, all that remained in my heart was contempt and disdain. How could someone actually feel smug about their own evil deeds? They were utterly wicked to the core!

She absolutely must teach her daughter well.
"Woo!"

Liu Erlong suddenly let out a muffled groan, her dark eyes filled with a burning rage tinged with shame. Ye Qiu's wolfish claws, resting on her buttocks, seemed intent on prying her apart, as if afraid that his slender fingertips might disturb the subtle fragrance of the night.
Ye Qiu had no idea what Liu Erlong was thinking, nor did he want to pay attention to her. He simply adjusted his sleeping position and gently pinched Ye Ling'er's little nose, smiling as he said, "However, Father does not want and will never let Ling'er use any special means to achieve her goal."

"Why, Father?"

Ye Ling'er wrinkled her little nose, her face full of curiosity. The father in front of her was very different from the father Aunt Yin had described. But he was undoubtedly more real, more complete, and more endearing.

Ye Qiu is indeed very bad, but he is also very good to those concubines.

Ye Ling'er couldn't muster any disgust.

"Of course, it's because Ling'er is different from me. Ling'er is my precious daughter! She was born to have everything. Whatever she wants, her father or her aunts will get it for her. Before long, my Ling'er will be the most honored person on this continent," Ye Qiu said with a smile, his face full of seriousness. He wasn't exaggerating at all. Looking across the world, the top powers, the Spirit Hall and Seagod Island, would be on his side. Even the slightly weaker Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was his property, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was practically one of his own. Ye Ling'er had every right to be a second-generation heir.

“The most prestigious,” Ye Ling’er murmured, clearly having no concept of what that meant.

Liu Erlong, who had just been consumed by shame and anger, suddenly froze. Through the dim candlelight, she saw Ye Qiu's handsome face, brimming with youthful vigor. His smile was the same as always—the same confidence that said he would one day stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Right now
Liu Erlong suddenly understood why Ye Qiu had resorted to such unscrupulous means. A complete commoner, everything he had created himself, had suddenly become a towering figure behind and in the eyes of others.

　Wishing you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)