Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult

Douluo: Starting from the Holy Spirit Cult to Found the Heavenly Court

Author: Jianjia Dujiang

Synopsis:

Yang Hao's Innate Soul Power was less than ideal, and his Martial Soul was tainted by evil energy, turning him into an Evil Soul Master. This left him feeling incredibly insecure, and he desperately needed a powerful backer for protection. After much deliberation, he finally set his sights on the Supreme Sect Master of the Holy Spirit Cult.

This year, the Child of Destiny, Huo Yuhao, awakened his Spirit Eyes Martial Soul and embarked on his path as a Soul Master and his journey toward godhood!

This year, under her father's arrangements, Tang Wutong began her journey as the Saintess of the Beast Taming Sect!

This year, Yang Hao slipped away to the Holy Spirit Cult to begin his path as a master actor and the Heavenly Emperor!

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Chapter 1: Three Years of Acting

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Within the forging workshop of the Strength Clan's territory in the Star Luo Empire, the sound of metal striking metal rang out incessantly as over a thousand people swung their hammers in unison.

The Strength Clan had once followed the Tang Sect, but after the Tang Sect's decline, they broke away and came to the Star Luo Empire to seek refuge and development under the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

Although this was the era of Soul Tools and Tang Sect hidden weapons had long since fallen into obscurity, Soul Tools themselves were crafted from rare metals. The carriers for Soul Tool cores, in particular, required high-purity rare metals, so forging remained a fundamental trade, and the Strength Clan's forging capabilities still held a market.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

"Time to eat! Chow time!"

As the sound of a brass gong rang out, dozens of sturdy women pushed carts inside, each loaded with large buckets filled with food.

The aroma of the meal wafted through the air, making the hungry blacksmiths salivate as they set down their work and lined up for food.

Just then, a sturdy-looking youth walked into the workshop, and everyone hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

This was Tai Wushuang, the Young Master of the Strength Clan. One youth wearing a short jacket shouted the loudest, standing so straight that his posture was rigid, his eyes clear and filled with immense respect.

Tai Wushuang was startled by that loud greeting, his gaze falling upon the youth who stood ramrod straight while clutching his rice bowl.

"Yang Hao, my father wants you to come with me to the Star Dou Forest tomorrow to hunt for a soul ring. Wash yourself thoroughly tonight; if I smell anything on you while we're in the carriage, I'll kick you out."

Having said that, Tai Wushuang turned and left without a word of wasted breath. In fact, if his father hadn't ordered him to come, he wouldn't have bothered showing up at all.

He truly didn't understand why his father and grandfather insisted on keeping this son of an Evil Soul Master. This wretched seed had brought nothing but trouble to their Strength Clan.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Yang Hao responded loudly, remaining standing perfectly straight.

The crowd turned their gazes toward him—some mocking, some disgusted, some disdainful. They were all negative looks, showing just how unwelcome the youth was here.

The youth said nothing, continuing to hold his rice bowl and finish his meal. After eating, he walked out of the workshop, took a shower in the public bathhouse nearby, and returned to his living quarters.

He had a private room. Although it was small, only two meters square, it was a space that belonged solely to him, filled with various bottles and jars.

After returning to his room and checking the windows and doors to ensure everything was secure, Yang Hao took two semi-circular iron spheres, each half a meter in diameter, out of his storage Soul Tool to inspect them. After confirming everything was correct, he carefully placed two fist-sized devices into the bottom, locking them in place, with a thin metal wire connecting them on the outside.

Finally, he gently tucked them away into the storage Soul Tool his mother had left him. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, his gaze shifting to a family portrait on the wall.

It was a painting his father had commissioned when he was a month old. In the portrait, his two-year-old brother sat on his father's shoulders, while he, still in swaddling clothes, was held in his mother's arms. The whole family was smiling happily.

Unfortunately, only he remained now.

"Dad, Mom, Brother, they are finally going to make a move on me. The time for my revenge and for escaping this cage has arrived."

He whispered to himself. Yang Hao knew very well that the so-called hunting for a soul ring was not out of kindness; taking him out this time was definitely an opportunity for them to commit murder.

Dying in the jaws of a soul beast was a convenient excuse, and it wouldn't easily arouse suspicion—not to mention that three years had passed since that incident, and it had long been forgotten by others.

But he had been preparing for this. It wasn't just for revenge; it was his chance to escape this prison.

To this end, he had crafted these two big items. The materials inside were gathered bit by bit over three years. Limited by his conditions, the purity wasn't high, but the volume was sufficient. As long as he found the right opportunity, it would definitely work.

"I need to practice my gaze again. Every extra moment I can buy is worth it."

Picking up a small mirror, Yang Hao practiced his expressions, aiming to convey just the right amount of gratitude and guilt.

He was serious about acting. In In the Name of the People, Cheng Du had to practice his salute countless times before meeting his superiors; that was how he earned his chance to turn things around.

Beyond that, he used psychological suggestions, whispering to himself. These were all very practical little tricks. The reason he had survived in the Strength Clan for three years was entirely due to this meticulous acting.

While Yang Hao was honing his acting skills to perfection, the Strength Clan's Clan Master, Tai Jingang, and his son, Tai Wuji, along with his daughter-in-law, Zhao Min, were discussing the soul ring hunt.

"Dad, isn't this choice too risky? That is a Soul-Devouring Demon Spider, one of the most ferocious and violent types of soul beasts. The difficulty of refining its soul ring is immense."

Zhao Min expressed her concern. Although her son, Tai Wushuang, had excellent aptitude and had even refined a head soul bone, and had consumed hundred-year, thousand-year, and ten-thousand-year Whale Rubber, this was still his first time absorbing and refining a soul ring.

To start off with a vicious soul beast like the Soul-Devouring Demon Spider carried significant risks. If something were to go wrong...

"Don't worry. That is a ninety-thousand-year head soul bone, very close to the hundred-thousand-year limit. Although the soul skill is a bit trashy, the boost to mental power is genuine. It's enough to suppress a soul ring formed by a thousand-year Soul-Devouring Demon Spider."

Tai Jingang smiled and comforted her, having full confidence in his choice.

Zhao Min wanted to say more, but she was interrupted by her husband, Tai Wuji.

"Wushuang has been practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill we obtained from the Tang Sect since he was young. After awakening his Martial Soul, he practiced for another three years, accumulating soul power comparable to level twenty. Coupled with the consumption of Whale Rubber and the training of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, his physical fitness is enough to rival a level thirty Soul Master. Refining a thousand-year Soul-Devouring Demon Spider will absolutely not be a problem."

"As long as he can successfully start with a thousand-year soul ring, he can attempt to absorb a hundred-thousand-year soul ring at the Soul Saint stage in the future. That way, he could possess three hundred-thousand-year soul rings."

Tai Wuji had absolute confidence in his own son.

The inherited martial soul of their Strength Clan was originally the Great Strength Gorilla, but thousands of years ago, an ancestor married a woman who possessed the Cyclops martial soul. The child born from this union was a congenital mutation, fusing the bloodlines of both parents' martial souls to achieve the stronger One-Eyed Vajra, which was comparable to a top-tier martial soul.

Afterward, the One-Eyed Vajra martial soul became the main lineage of their Strength Clan. After the Tang Sect began to decline, their main lineage separated and migrated to the Star Luo Empire to develop.

Because Tang Sect hidden weapons were destined for decline, and the Heaven Dou Empire stubbornly rejected soul tools, the environment was very unfriendly to their Strength Clan, who made a living through forging. It just so happened that the Star Luo Empire began to vigorously develop soul tools at that time, so their main lineage successfully broke away from the Tang Sect and migrated there through the connections of the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

The foundation of soul tools remained rare metals, and the higher the purity, the better, which gave the forging methods of their Strength Clan a market and allowed them to develop further.

His son possessed Innate Full Soul Power and would definitely become a Titled Douluo, or even a Super Douluo, in the future.

Precisely because of this, they were cultivating him with all their might. They had invested a great deal of resources into their son over the past few years; he had consumed over a dozen pieces of Whale Rubber alone, ranging from hundred-year to ten-thousand-year varieties, and he had taken quite a few medicinal pills like the Mystic Water Pill. If it weren't for the fact that their Strength Clan had some family savings, they truly wouldn't have been able to sustain it.

"But why must it be a Soul-Devouring Demon Spider?"

Zhao Min was still uneasy about that choice and had her doubts.

After all, that was one of the most ferocious types of soul beasts, and its soul power was far more violent.

"I obtained a secret technique from an Evil Soul Master that can increase the age of a soul ring through devouring, but the source of the soul ring must possess devouring characteristics. The Soul-Devouring Demon Spider is the best choice."

"A thousand-year soul ring is still lacking for a Titled Douluo; it would be best if it could be raised to ten thousand years."

Tai Jingang revealed the reason behind it. As he spoke of this, he couldn't help but recall that figure from back then.

Although decades had passed, he still felt immense shock and awe.

That person's soul ring configuration was truly exaggerated: six black ten-thousand-year soul rings and three blood-red soul rings.

Every soul master could only refine nine soul rings, and the higher the age of the soul ring, the better, as it would lead to higher achievements in the future.

If his grandson truly succeeded and absorbed and refined a hundred-thousand-year soul ring at the Soul Saint level, he might even be able to strive for the level of Mu En in the future.

Precisely because of this, he had formulated this plan, exhausting the strength of the entire clan to cultivate his grandson Tai Wushuang. A few years ago, he even took advantage of the Tang Sect's complete decline to obtain the full Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record for his grandson to cultivate.

"How has that child been these past three years?"

Changing the subject, he spoke of that child; it was time to eliminate this hidden danger.

He had originally intended to kill him back then, but who would have thought that the child would survive? To prevent news of that soul bone from leaking, he had no choice but to let his son take him in under the guise of being a close friend of the boy's father, bringing him back under the name of raising and protecting him.

"He's been obedient enough, though he does make some strange things. It seems he wants to practice alchemy and learn how to craft soul tools."

Zhao Min replied. She had stayed in the family for these three years keeping an eye on that little bastard, and she had long wanted to get rid of him.

Unfortunately, the incident back then had caused quite a stir, and an inner court disciple of Shrek Academy had died. To avoid being suspected, they had no choice but to spare the brat's life.

"He's just a nine-year-old child, and we've already crippled him; there's nothing to worry about. We'll just finish him off once we reach the Star Dou Forest."

Tai Wuji didn't care about this; after all, he was just a child, and he could kill him with a single slap.

"Don't be hasty. Wait until we bring him to the nest of that Soul-Devouring Demon Spider before you act. Do it cleanly, leave no traces, and make sure no one sees you."

Tai Jingang warned him solemnly. After all, this concerned a ninety-thousand-year External Soul Bone, and it had also caused the tragic death of an inner court disciple of Shrek. Once leaked, they would offend Shrek to the point of no return and might even be held accountable.

They would also offend the White Tiger Duke, as it was the White Tiger Duke himself who had signed the order to strip the child's parents of their military status and issue a kill order back then.

Finally, they would offend the Star Luo Imperial Family, because the parents of that little mongrel were considered part of the imperial faction. That was precisely why they hadn't killed him secretly back then, but instead framed them as Evil Soul Masters.

This matter must not be exposed in the slightest.

(A reminder: The story arc of this book is based primarily on the anime content, with the novel content as a supplement. Take a deep breath while reading; if you feel dizzy... a few differences are normal!)

Chapter 2: External Soul Bone

"Uncle Tai!"

The next day, Yang Hao, having changed into clean clothes, came to Tai Wuji's courtyard to greet him, appearing very polite.

"Little Hao, I'm very sorry. I've been on the front lines for these past three years and didn't know how the clansmen were treating you..."

Tai Wuji looked at the youth before him, displaying a sense of guilt.

Yang Hao immediately responded with a look filled with guilt and gratitude, shaking his head as he said, "I am the one who should be apologizing. I owe you, Uncle Tai, and I owe the Strength Clan."

"If it weren't for Uncle Tai having people treat me with such care back then, I would have died long ago. Also, because of my parents' situation, you and the Strength Clan have had to bear a great deal of pressure..."

As he spoke, the guilt and gratitude in the youth's eyes grew even more intense, causing even Tai Wuji, who had been observing him, to feel a genuine sense of guilt.

Come to think of it, he and the boy's father, Yang Jun, were friends who had shared life and death, and he had saved his life twice.

It was just a pity that they had obtained something they shouldn't have, forcing him to act that way.

Everything was for the sake of the Strength Clan.

"Good child!"

Patting the youth on the shoulder, Tai Wuji asked with concern, "How is your meridian recovery coming along?"

This child's martial soul had been shattered by him three years ago using an evil soul tool, which had also damaged his meridians. He should have recovered somewhat over these three years.