Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult Section 13

"I've grown too used to the fake voice; it'll take some time to change it back."

Yang Hao rubbed his neck. To ensure absolute success, he had spent half a year training that female voice until it became second nature, and now it was difficult to revert.

The mere thought of it filled Yang Hao with fury.

"I almost forgot because you didn't bring it up—you lot at Shrek cost me over ten million Gold Soul Coins. A bunch of broke losers, why were you even bidding if you couldn't afford it?"

One had to realize, that was over ten million Gold Soul Coins.

"Serves you right!"

With a cold snort, Ma Xiaotao felt a bit more satisfied inside.

"Serves me right, you say?"

Sneering, Yang Hao squatted in front of the girl, gnawing on his roasted meat while waving it in front of her, accompanied by a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice.

Smelling the aroma of the roast, her stomach, which hadn't seen food in days, couldn't help but growl, making her feel even hungrier.

She couldn't help but swallow her saliva, but she didn't speak, merely glaring at him.

She would never beg an Evil Soul Master.

At the same time, she silently recovered her soul power, preparing to find an opportunity to break free and then kill...

Well, she would go back and investigate that matter; that guy must have been lying.

"What are you doing?"

Just as she had recovered one-tenth of her soul power, Ma Xiaotao noticed the guy suddenly pull out a wooden club.

"Draining you dry!"

Yang Hao replied coldly. Before Ma Xiaotao could understand what was happening, a thud rang out, and she was knocked out cleanly.

In the final moment of her consciousness, she finally understood why there were so many bumps on the back of her head—they were all knocked there by that bastard.

Damn Evil Soul Master!

Once again draining the soul power the girl had recovered, Yang Hao meditated silently, contemplating the Ultimate Fire properties of the Phoenix Flame.

Although Ma Xiaotao's current level was too low to have fully cultivated the Phoenix Flame, as long as he absorbed enough of it, he could trigger a quantitative change, allowing his own fire to truly possess the Ultimate Fire.

At the same time, he pondered something else.

The boost his cheat gave to his comprehension had increased again. It had improved after he carried Ma Xiaotao out of the Mingdou Mountain Range, as if he had received some invisible power.

"It improved once after the last auction, and now again. Is it because I obtained people or items related to the original story?"

Lost in thought, Yang Hao felt he would need to find a way to confirm this in the future. If that were the case, he would have to plan carefully.

This continued until the fourth day, when Ma Xiaotao was on the verge of starving to death. Someone came looking—not from Shrek Academy, but a big shot from the Holy Spirit Cult.

It was a woman in a long blue dress, possessing a stunning face but carrying an aura of evil.

"It really is a Phoenix Martial Soul."

Feng Ling looked at the hidden cave obscured by tree branches, her face filled with joy.

Earlier, the branch altar elder Wan Hun had reported that Shrek had produced a Phoenix Martial Soul master who was currently in the Mingdou Mountain Range, in an unstable state and radiating intense evil energy.

Upon receiving the report, she had rushed over immediately, even clashing with that scumbag Yan Shaozhe. Judging by his words and demeanor at the time, it was clear he was also searching for that Phoenix soul master—who was, in fact, that scumbag's disciple.

She had been searching the vicinity for the past few days, and today, using the resonance between their Phoenix Martial Souls, she had finally found her.

Having heard the other party's words and sensing the evil aura on her, Yang Hao guessed her identity; she must be that Vice President of the Holy Spirit Cult.

He decisively pulled a knock-off, hand-crafted Six-Barrel Vulcan Cannon from his storage Soul Tool, pulled the trigger, and injected soul power to start the soul-powered motor, sending the barrels spinning at high speed.

Chapter 17: Inviting a Wolf into the House

Rat-tat-tat-tat...

Bullets tipped with Black-Veined Iron shot out, their penetrating power quite astonishing, especially with the exaggerated rate of fire—a full two thousand rounds per minute.

This was a major weapon he had tinkered with over the past half-year. Since he had already created explosives, it was only natural he would create firearms.

He even had several types of explosives, such as gelatin dynamite made from grease.

This Six-Barrel Vulcan Cannon was a knock-off he had built himself. Fortunately, in his past life, he had been a bit of a military enthusiast and knew the principles of many firearms.

Knowing the principles, combined with his Metal Control Soul Bone skill, it was only a matter of time before he could hand-craft a replica.

Of course, because it was hand-made, the precision was lacking, but it was perfectly fine for close-range shooting.

The caliber of this Vulcan Cannon was a full twenty millimeters; calling it an autocannon wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Unfortunately, he was facing a super-tier powerhouse this time. Feng Ling merely formed a barrier with her soul power to block the bullets, which only caused ripples on the barrier without penetrating it.

"An interesting Soul Tool."

Feng Ling was surprised. She was also a Soul Master and understood the current state of Soul Tools, but this was her first time seeing such a device.

Setting aside its power, the usage requirements were astonishing—they were far too low!

Soon, the thousand-round belt was exhausted, and Yang Hao decisively pulled out another major weapon—a Katyusha!

Before he could even activate it, a figure appeared before him as if teleporting. Yang Hao didn't hesitate to pull out his Demon Blade and slash horizontally, but the opponent easily caught it with one hand.

"Is this a Martial Soul?"

Looking at the long blade glowing with green radiance before her, and the intense aura of evil within it, Feng Ling was surprised once again.

"Little one, this Martial Soul is not bad. Would you be willing to join our Holy Spirit Cult?"

Looking at the youth who was retreating rapidly, and seeing him take out another long-barreled Soul Tool resembling a soul gun, Feng Ling felt a sense of appreciation for his talent.

He must be a Soul Master, though it was unclear if those weapons were crafted by him.

Furthermore, this Martial Soul was very strange, but the aura of evil within it was quite potent; it was an excellent evil Martial Soul.

"Title Douluo!"

Observing the nine soul rings manifested by Feng Ling, Yang Hao revealed a solemn expression, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"What is the relationship between your Holy Spirit Cult and Shrek Academy?"

It was time to show off his acting skills!

"Little one, are you from Shrek Academy?"

"That is truly a pity."

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Feng Ling guessed that this youth must be related to Shrek, perhaps even a student of Shrek Academy; otherwise, he wouldn't be guarding that phoenix soul master.

"I am willing to join your Holy Spirit Cult."

Lowering the Anti-Tank Rifle, Yang Hao expressed his willingness to throw himself into the embrace of this beautiful sister and become a glorious evil soul master, as well as a member of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Only by becoming a member of the Holy Spirit Cult could he start his career path of getting promoted, receiving a raise, marrying a wealthy beauty, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

"Eh?"

Feng Ling was stunned; this turn of events was quite abrupt.

"I have a grudge against Shrek Academy, an irreconcilable feud. Since you, beautiful sister, are an enemy of Shrek Academy, then I will join you.

When do we sign the contract? Are there benefits like social insurance and housing funds? Do you provide room and board..."

He had been wondering how to slip into the Holy Spirit Cult, but he hadn't expected to run into their vice-president so quickly. He couldn't let this opportunity pass.

He just didn't know how the internal benefits of the Holy Spirit Cult were, and whether they would exploit child laborers like him.

Feng Ling was a bit bewildered by the youth's barrage of questions, but she was certain that this youth did not seem to be from Shrek.

Moreover, she was quite satisfied with the title "beautiful sister," especially coming from a young man.

This lady is forever eighteen!

Seeing the smile on Feng Ling's face, Yang Hao sneered inwardly.

Heh, this is what women are like!

Superficial and vain women!

"Oh! So you're hiding a beauty in a golden house."

Shifting her gaze to the depths of the excavated cave and seeing the girl with her hands and feet bound, Feng Ling smiled.

As expected, not someone from Shrek.

She had previously thought it was protection, but it turned out to be imprisonment.

"Pack up. I'm taking you two back to the main altar."

Glancing at the unconscious girl, Feng Ling signaled for the youth to go inside and pack his things; they had to leave immediately.

People from Shrek were also searching for that girl, and Shrek had many powerful individuals, some even stronger than herself.

That girl possessed a phoenix Martial Soul and was a disciple of that scoundrel Yan Shaozhe; Shrek would never give up on her easily. If she truly encountered a powerhouse, or multiple experts, she could certainly escape, but it wouldn't be easy to take these two little ones with her safely.

In short, this place was not a place to linger!

Yang Hao said nothing, returned inside the cave to store everything into his storage Soul Tool, then took out a quilt to wrap Ma Xiaotao in before hoisting her onto his shoulder. Finally, he kicked down the wooden pillars supporting the cave ceiling, causing the loose soil above to collapse immediately, burying the cave and concealing all traces.

The youth's caution made Feng Ling very satisfied; their Holy Spirit Cult needed talents with brains like this.

Without delay, she used her soul power to lift the youth and flew away rapidly.

"Beautiful sister, could you land for a moment?"

After flying for half a day, Yang Hao suddenly spoke up.

"What is it?"

Feng Ling was puzzled as to why he suddenly wanted to stop.

"According to her biological clock, she needs to pee."

Yang Hao wore an undisguised expression of disgust on his face.

"That does indeed require a landing."

Stunned once again, Feng Ling smiled and descended, only to be left dumbfounded.