Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult - Section 2

"The main meridian has recovered, and I can circulate some soul power. I should be able to refine a white soul ring."

Yang Hao replied earnestly, the gratitude in his eyes increasing, accompanied by a sense of longing—a longing for strength.

"It is a pity. With your innate soul power of level six, you could have obtained the optimal soul ring configuration."

Tai Wuji said with regret. This child had quite good talent; if he cultivated diligently, becoming a Soul Emperor in the future would not be a problem.

The two engaged in a display of "benevolent uncle and filial nephew" acting until Zhao Min walked in, at which point they stopped and set off cleanly and efficiently by carriage.

Along the way, Yang Hao asked Tai Wuji about affairs in the outside world, such as the White Tiger Duke, to help pin down the timeline.

Although he was certain this was the era of Douluo II: The Unrivaled Tang Sect, he did not know the specific year, as he hadn't paid much attention to such details when reading the novel in his past life.

Tai Wuji continued to display the benevolence of an uncle, answering every question asked.

This relationship had to be showcased to the outside world; only then could there be a perfect conclusion.

The carriage was fast, and since the distance was short, they arrived at the Star Dou Forest in just one day.

The carriage stopped at a small town outside the Star Dou Forest. After resting for the night, Yang Hao changed into a suit of heavy armor forged from refined iron and held a long spear also made of refined iron, making him fully armed.

Tai Wushuang expressed disdain for this, but Yang Hao paid no mind.

This heavy armor was not to defend against soul beasts, but to protect himself from the great weapon he had created.

As long as the couple, Tai Wuji and his wife, made a move against him, he would detonate that great weapon.

The couple glanced at him without much concern, then led Yang Hao and Tai Wushuang to advance rapidly, reaching their destination on the second day.

It was a nest of Soul-Devouring Demon Spiders, with the strongest one reaching an age of ten thousand years.

However, this meant nothing to a Soul Emperor powerhouse like Tai Wuji. Tai Wuji cleared the path in front, and any Soul-Devouring Demon Spiders that did not meet the requirements were blasted to death.

Zhao Min followed at the very back, guarding the rear while keeping a close eye on Yang Hao to prevent him from escaping.

Yang Hao and Tai Wushuang walked between the two. Compared to Tai Wushuang's excitement, Yang Hao appeared exceptionally calm, using a soul tool flashlight to scan the surroundings, observing and memorizing the tunnels of the nest.

Killing their way through, they finally arrived at a cavern thirty meters wide, where the ten-thousand-year-old Soul-Devouring Demon Spider was blasted to death by Tai Wuji with a single punch after he unleashed his six soul rings.

Their Strength Clan had always been a school of extreme power, choosing only power-type soul beasts for their soul rings. This made their strength incredibly formidable; with all soul rings bolstered, his strength and attack power were comparable to a Soul Saint, so blasting a ten-thousand-year-old Soul-Devouring Demon Spider was naturally no problem.

In the end, they left only one Soul-Devouring Demon Spider that had just passed a thousand years and possessed the strongest bloodline.

"Wushuang!"

After confirming there was no threat, Tai Wuji signaled to his son.

"Become my soul ring!"

Tai Wushuang, who had long been impatient, held a spear made of black-patterned iron and stabbed it into the head of the thousand-year-old Soul-Devouring Demon Spider. The spider twitched, then emitted strands of soul power that condensed into a pale purple soul ring.

Tai Wushuang swallowed a medicinal pill and activated his Martial Soul Possession. His body expanded rapidly, reaching two meters in height, with an extra eye appearing in the center of his forehead.

This was his martial soul, the One-Eyed Vajra!

After preparing, he drew the power of the pale purple soul ring into his body and used the Mysterious Heaven Skill to circulate his soul power for refinement.

Tai Wuji and his wife watched nervously, and Tai Wushuang performed well. Although refining the soul ring was difficult and even painful, he held on.

This was mainly due to the large amount of Whale Rubber he had consumed over the past three years, which had strengthened his physique and meridians, as well as the refinement of that ninety-thousand-year-old external soul bone.

Although the head soul bone primarily enhanced mental power, it still had a tempering and improving effect on the body.

Moreover, the soul power he had cultivated over the past three years was comparable to that of a level twenty soul master, which played a major role in refining the soul ring, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill was also profoundly mystical.

All these preparations converged, ultimately facilitating this refinement, and there was even an unexpected harvest.

The clothes on Tai Wushuang's back were torn open, and eight ink-green spider legs extended out, making him look as if he had turned into a giant spider.

"External Soul Bone?"

Tai Wuji was stunned for a moment, followed by wild joy. Could this be the legendary external soul bone?

"Eight Spider Lances?"

Yang Hao, who had been silently observing, was also stunned, thinking of the Eight Spider Lances belonging to the Tang God King from the Douluo I era.

His luck was simply too good!

Glancing at Zhao Min, who had been keeping an eye on him, he saw her attention was also entirely focused on Tai Wushuang. Yang Hao took a hemisphere out of his storage soul tool, placed it gently on the ground, and slowly retreated while pulling a steel wire.

The cavern was already dim, and with the attention of Tai Wuji and his wife fixed on their son, they didn't notice Yang Hao's small movements at all.

After exiting the cavern and reaching the tunnel, Yang Hao took out a massive shield of refined iron to protect himself while pulling the steel wire with all his might.

"BOOM!"

Before Tai Wuji and his wife could react, the hemisphere exploded with a roar, sending countless tiny weapon fragments flying.

That's right, the great weapon Yang Hao had created was a landmine, containing a full twenty kilograms of explosives.

Although the purity was not high due to the limitations of his tools, the explosive power was definitely not lacking.

However, that only provided the propulsion; the true lethal blow was the weapon fragments, all made of refined iron, hard and sharp.

Now propelled by the force of the explosion, their speed and impact were astonishing.

Caught off guard, Tai Wuji and his wife were blown away before they could even react, and in their state of Martial Soul Possession, they were simply unable to block those weapon fragments.

A massive amount of debris pierced into their bodies, some even punching straight through, forcing them out of their Martial Soul Possession state.

The couple only had enough time to shield their son with their own bodies, a primal instinct of parenthood.

Tai Wushuang, who was on the verge of completing his spirit ring refinement, suffered the same fate; although his parents blocked the shrapnel with their bodies, the shockwave of the explosion still sent him flying.

The most fatal consequence was the disruption of his spirit ring refinement, causing the spirit power to run wild within his body, tearing his meridians and leaving him in agonizing pain.

It did not end there; a short spear was launched from the tunnel, striking Tai Wuji with precision and pinning him to the ground.

Immediately following, a second short spear flew in, pinning Zhao Min, followed by a third, a fourth...

Only after all three were impaled by three short spears each did Yang Hao finally walk into the cave, holding his shield.

He was not finished yet; upon approaching, he immediately used his long spear to sever the tendons in their hands and feet, even going so far as to pierce Zhao Min's throat, as he remembered the woman possessed a sonic-type attack spirit skill.

Finally, he took the storage Soul Tools from the three of them, only then feeling at ease.

Chapter 3: Feeding the Demon with One's Body

"Playing with explosives in a confined space is bad for your health."

Yang Hao, suffering from ringing in his ears, muttered to himself. The previous explosion had been too intense, especially lethal in such a confined space.

Although he had blocked it with a large shield, he could not escape the ringing in his ears—and that was even with earplugs in—and his body had still been sent flying by the shockwave.

Fortunately, he had used his shield to block the brunt of the blast, and with the protection of his armor, he had avoided any serious injury.

"You little bastard!"

Tai Wuji, having regained his senses, glared with wide, furious eyes, his heart filled with regret.

He had underestimated this little bastard.

Zhao Min also glared with hatred, her heart equally filled with regret; they should have wiped this little bastard out long ago.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now!

Yang Hao couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind, instead checking the three storage Soul Tools for anything of value, and he soon found a pleasant surprise.

"Oh? The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. Your Strength Clan actually has this treasure."

Looking at the yellowed book in his hand, the corners of Yang Hao's mouth stretched almost to his ears.

It was no surprise that the Strength Clan possessed the secret techniques of the Tang Sect; after all, the Strength Clan had once been a part of the Tang Sect, following them for nearly ten thousand years. It made sense that they would have peeked at the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record when the Tang Sect was in decline.

He just hadn't expected to obtain it so easily.

This Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record was found in Tai Wushuang's storage Soul Tool, clearly kept there for him to study, which now conveniently benefited him.

Compared to Yang Hao's joy, Tai Wuji and his wife were seething with rage. Not only had they been outmaneuvered by this little bastard today, but they had also let him get his hands on the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

This was more painful to them than death itself.

"Since I have this treasure, you can go in peace. Don't walk too fast on the road to the underworld; I will send the rest of the Strength Clan to reunite with you as soon as possible."

After a brief flip through the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record to ensure it was intact, he tucked it away.

He took out the family photo and an incense burner, then lit the incense and bowed.

This was revenge; the sense of ritual was necessary. He wanted his parents and brother to watch.

"It's time for you to hit the road!"

He stood up and raised his spear, ready to strike.

"Stop!"

"If you dare kill my parents, I will kill you!"

At this moment, Tai Wushuang, having recovered slightly, shouted to stop him, habitually displaying his usual high-and-mighty attitude.

This posture left Yang Hao stunned. Was this guy blind? Or just brain-damaged?

Could he not see the current situation?

"The damned Soul-Devouring Demon Spider actually dared to possess our Young Master!"

With a cold shout, he decisively thrust his spear, piercing the man's heart.

The Young Master must have been possessed by a Soul-Devouring Demon Spider; otherwise, he would never have uttered such moronic words.

"Wushuang!"

Tai Wuji cried out in grief. The couple struggled to reach him, but unfortunately, their bodies were pinned to the ground by three short spears, and their hand and foot tendons had been severed, leaving them helpless.

As beast-type spirit masters, all their spirit skills required their bodies as a foundation to be unleashed. Now that their tendons were severed, no matter how powerful their spirit skills were, they could not release them and could only watch in despair.

"Sure enough, even evil people have a sliver of light in their hearts."

Watching the couple's grief-stricken appearance, Yang Hao sighed at the complexity of human nature, then couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Why does this make me feel like the villain!"

He looked down coldly at the couple, his killing intent surging.

"It must have been much like this when you murdered my parents."