Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult Section 14

Yang Hao skillfully unrolled the quilt, much like a veteran nurse tending to a patient's urgent needs.

The cold sensation made Ma Xiaotao shiver instinctively, and she slowly drifted back to consciousness.

But before she could fully regain her senses, Yang Hao expertly produced a wooden club and knocked her unconscious once more.

Even Feng Ling couldn't help but twitch at the sight of this scene.

"Is this how you've been handling her all this time?"

Feng Ling's expression was strange; it was her first time witnessing such an operation.

"There's no other way. To ensure she doesn't die of thirst, I have to feed her water, and what goes in must come out."

Displaying a look of helplessness, Yang Hao was genuinely disgusted.

In both his past and present lives, this was the first time he had ever served someone like this. If it weren't for the fact that this girl still had utility, he would have long since devoured her with his Soul-Devouring Spider Leg Bone.

Glancing strangely at the boy who was filled with such disdain and helplessness, then looking at the girl wrapped in the quilt, Feng Ling expressed her confusion.

"Why not let her do it herself?"

"That would be too much trouble. This woman has a volatile temper, and I have no interest in watching her relieve herself."

Feng Ling realized, said nothing more, and took off into the air with them again.

As a Super Douluo, Feng Ling's speed was naturally fast, and by the following evening, she had brought the two of them to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters, a secret base located underground.

"Stay here for the night and wash off the dust from your travels."

After settling Yang Hao into a room, Feng Ling carried Ma Xiaotao, still wrapped in the quilt, away.

She needed to interrogate the girl properly and check her physical condition, especially her head—she hoped the little guy hadn't knocked something loose.

"The taste of freedom is truly sweet."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Hao was quite satisfied. After taking a bath and gnawing on some dry rations, he fell into a deep, sweet, and peaceful sleep.

This would be his home from now on, and the place where he would strive for the rest of his life.

It was time to let these naive fools in the Holy Spirit Cult witness the darkness and ruthlessness of the workplace, and learn what it truly meant to be a corporate slave.

In the middle of the night, Feng Ling came by and saw the boy snoring away, her expression growing even more peculiar.

She didn't disturb him and turned to leave.

Chapter 18: The Aloof Executive

"Hey handsome, our Holy Spirit Cult—right, it's called the Holy Spirit Cult, isn't it?"

"Does our Holy Spirit Cult have a cafeteria? Where is it? I'm a bit hungry."

Zhongli Wu stared at the boy who had suddenly popped up, slinging an arm around his shoulder and asking question after question, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Where the hell did this guy come from?

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Do you know a beautiful sister wearing a long blue dress?"

"She has nine soul rings, a configuration of three purple, five black, and one red."

"She brought me here last night and then just left me to fend for myself. I can't even find her, and I still wanted to sign my employment contract with her. Does our Holy Spirit Cult offer social insurance and housing funds..."

Yang Hao continued to inquire. He wanted to sign his contract as soon as possible, get officially enrolled as a glorious member of the Holy Spirit Cult, and begin his corporate career of promotions and raises, becoming a Holy Son or Holy Master, marrying a wealthy beauty, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

"Feng Ling?"

Zhongli Wu was surprised. Was this someone Feng Ling had brought back?

"Is that beautiful sister named Feng Ling?"

Yang Hao showed a hint of surprise, then patted his stomach.

"You can take me to see her later. For now, take me to the cafeteria to eat. I haven't had a decent meal in ages. I wonder how the food is here at the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"By the way, what's the meal budget per Gold Soul Coin here?"

"Do you have dishes from the Star Luo Empire, or perhaps a chef who came from there? My hometown is in the Star Luo Empire, and this is my first time in the Sun Moon Empire. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get used to the food here..."

Yang Hao walked along with the red-haired, aloof-looking handsome man, heading toward the Holy Spirit Cult's cafeteria to feast.

Conditions had been limited before, and the food had been mediocre, so now that he had arrived at his new home, he naturally had to have a proper meal.

Knowing that this guy was someone Feng Ling had brought, Zhongli Wu led him to the cafeteria and ordered the staff to prepare the highest standard of dishes, filling an entire table.

Yang Hao immediately began to gorge himself. Although they were all local Sun Moon Empire specialties, the taste was truly excellent.

Just as he was eating, a girl in a fiery red dress walked over, sat down with a pout, and stared daggers at him, as if he were a sworn enemy.

Yang Hao ignored her completely and continued to focus on his meal.

At this point, let alone a Ma Xiaotao, even if Feng Ling appeared before him, she would have to wait. No one could interrupt his meal, unless it was Ye Xishui, that ultimate pillar of support, standing right in front of him.

There was no helping it; that woman was a psychopath, moody and ruthless, so he would have to give her some leeway.

Seeing that she was being ignored by that guy, Ma Xiaotao became even angrier, grabbing a roast chicken to gnaw on; she was starving.

She hadn't eaten for days, having only been fed some water by that guy, and she had lost several pounds, making her undergarments feel loose.

She had to make up for it!

The young girl bit into the chicken meat with great force, as if she were biting that bastard.

Before Ma Xiaotao could even finish the roast chicken, the entire table of dishes had been swept clean by Yang Hao, his belly bulging.

"It seems you have both adapted quite well."

At this moment, Feng Ling walked over with elegant strides, clearly satisfied with their performance.

For talented individuals, they preferred to use verbal persuasion first; they would only resort to brainwashing if absolutely necessary.

However, that method would damage one's potential, and she didn't want to use it unless she had no other choice.

"Beautiful sister!"

Yang Hao hurriedly stood up to greet her; this person would be his boss from now on.

"Hmph!"

"I will never join your Holy Spirit Cult, even if I die."

With a cold snort, Ma Xiaotao first shot a look of disdain at a certain someone, then stated her position: she would never join this sect of Evil Soul Masters.

"Young lady, those who know the times are the wise!"

Yang Hao offered a word of advice before turning to ask Feng Ling for instructions.

"Beautiful sister, do you need to humanely destroy her? Can you let me devour her Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul?"

As he spoke, the greed in his eyes was practically overflowing; he looked at Ma Xiaotao as if she were a supreme delicacy.

"Don't you dare!"

Clutching the roast chicken, she took a step back in alarm, then took another bite of the chicken.

Even if she had to die, she would do so as a well-fed ghost; she absolutely refused to be a starving one.

"What is their background?"

Zhongli Wu, who had been sitting to the side the whole time, asked; he still hadn't figured out the origins of these two little ones.

Feng Ling sat down and introduced the two to Zhongli Wu.

"That girl is from Shrek Academy, and her martial soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix. Her aptitude is quite good; with some cultivation, she will be enough to become our Holy Maiden. That little guy is a Soul Tool master who possesses some strange Soul Tools with decent power. It also seems he has a grudge against Shrek Academy; that girl was kidnapped and imprisoned by him before I found them and brought them back."

"Beautiful sister, my aptitude is also quite good. I have even invented a new type of Soul Tool with great power. With some cultivation, I should be able to become the Holy Son of our Holy Spirit Cult."

Yang Hao took the opportunity to recommend himself, indicating he could take on the role of Holy Son and shine for the Holy Spirit Cult.

"An interesting little fellow."

Zhongli Wu smiled for once. After sizing him up, he said, "Let me see your Soul Tool."

He had seen plenty of people with excellent talent—he himself was of the highest caliber—but compared to that, he was more curious about this little guy's Soul Tool. If it could earn a good evaluation from Feng Ling, it definitely wouldn't be bad.

Yang Hao displayed a look of doubt and hesitation, as if unsure of this red-haired handsome man's identity, and turned his gaze toward the beautiful sister.

He was brought here by the beautiful sister; now that he was her person, he only trusted her.

"This isn't the place for a demonstration. Go to the training grounds."

Feng Ling spoke up; she was very much looking forward to the little guy's Soul Tool.

Although she had only seen one type, the others were definitely not bad, especially that big one with thirty-six units similar to fixed-station soul cannons—its power could not be small.

Zhongli Wu said nothing, stood up, and walked toward the nearest training ground, his interest piqued even further.

Yang Hao followed closely behind Feng Ling, while Ma Xiaotao hesitated for a moment before finally following along with her roast chicken.

She was simply curious about that guy's Soul Tool; if it could be valued by a Title Douluo who had defeated her teacher, that was enough to say something.

The four of them quickly arrived at a training chamber.

"Demonstrating in a confined space will be quite harmful to the body."

Glancing at the cave chamber, which was over a hundred meters long and wide, Yang Hao indicated that an open environment would be better for the demonstration.

Zhongli Wu remained silent, watching quietly and waiting for the youth's display.

"Alright, you guys should protect your ears."

Yang Hao had no choice but to compromise; he took out a tissue, tore it in half, rolled it into balls, and stuffed them into his ears as earplugs.

"This is called a Desert Eagle Pistol. Based on the Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, I created a set of Gun-Fu, which is suitable for close-quarters and short-range combat."

Yang Hao took out a wooden dummy he used for practice, followed by two large-caliber Desert Eagle Pistols.

Of course, they were knock-off, hand-crafted versions.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger and open fire on the wooden dummy, Zhongli Wu spoke.