Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult

Feng Ling offered a helpless reminder, but before she could finish, she saw the youth swap in a rocket launcher, leaving her even more exasperated.

This is a sparring match, not a request for you to kill someone.

"I'm just a Soul Master without even a single soul ring, while she is a four-ring Soul Ancestor. How am I supposed to fight this?"

Yang Hao had no intention of simply standing there to be beaten.

"That is your problem."

Feng Ling said with a beaming smile; she knew this little fellow's physical constitution was formidable, and it was clear he still held secrets.

"Then I have no choice but to use this."

Stowing the rocket launcher, Yang Hao circulated the body-protecting ultimate art he had created, based on the Strength Clan's Iron-Forging Hand and the Tang Sect's Mysterious Jade Hand.

"Cold Iron Indestructible Body!"

His soul power transformed into an iron-gray film that covered his entire body, radiating a chilling, bone-deep cold.

This was the fusion of the Iron-Forging Hand and the Mysterious Jade Hand, expanded to cover his entire physique.

The Mysterious Jade Hand only began training from the hands, with its highest realm being the refinement of bones into jade, eventually extending the technique to the entire body.

Relying on the comprehension boost from his golden finger, Yang Hao had forcibly grasped the Mysterious Jade Hand. Furthermore, by utilizing the power of the Gold of Life to repair his meridians and clear his eight extraordinary meridians, he was able to manifest it ahead of schedule.

Combined with the surface protection of the Iron-Forging Hand, this formed his current divine art, the Cold Iron Indestructible Body.

Of course, this was not a simple combination, but a fusion that formed a singular defensive technique.

"A Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Feng Ling was surprised; this little fellow truly had more tricks up his sleeve.

"It looks somewhat like the Strength Clan's Iron-Forging Hand."

Ma Xiaotao recalled the Iron-Forging Hand of the Strength Clan. There was someone from the Strength Clan at Shrek Academy, and she had seen that person use the Iron-Forging Hand; it had that exact same iron-gray appearance.

"It is indeed the Strength Clan's Iron-Forging Hand. I used it as a foundation and fused it with the Tang Sect's Mysterious Jade Hand to form my current Cold Iron Indestructible Body divine art."

Yang Hao explained, seeing no reason to hide it.

"It's nothing more than a punching bag that's a bit harder to break."

Ma Xiaotao expressed her disdain and decisively activated her martial soul.

"Phoenix Possession!"

"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

A ray of flame shot out, but Yang Hao blocked it with one hand.

It was not easy, however; the power of the Phoenix Flame was immense, and the protective layer of Yang Hao's Cold Iron Indestructible Body was being scorched, rapidly draining his soul power.

"Truly worthy of a Fire Phoenix martial soul."

Shaking off the Phoenix Flame, he gripped his Demon Blade and utilized the Grass-Gliding movement technique to charge toward Ma Xiaotao.

"So fast!"

Ma Xiaotao was surprised, though she remained unconcerned.

"Second Soul Skill: Bathing Fire Phoenix!"

"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

Under the amplification of his second soul skill, the power of the first soul skill's Phoenix Fire Line surged violently.

If the previous Phoenix Fire Line had been merely a ray of flame, it was now a pillar of fire.

"Demon Blade Slash!"

A tyrannical blade aura, brimming with an evil aura, slashed out, forcefully cleaving the pillar of fire apart. This was the Tyrant Blade Slash, the predecessor to the Demon Blade, known as the Tyrant Tiger Soul-Refining Blade.

This was a major advantage of a Soul Bone skill; it did not require high soul power from the soul master, yet it could erupt with tremendous power.

Of course, augmenting it with powerful soul power would make it even stronger.

Though surprised by Yang Hao's explosive strike, Ma Xiaotao's reaction was not slow, and she immediately activated her third soul skill.

"Phoenix Wings Soaring!"

With a leap, she flapped her wings and rapidly ascended into the sky, evading the charging Yang Hao.

"Little brother, just settle for being my punching bag!"

Ma Xiaotao smiled wickedly and released the Phoenix Fire Line once more, treating him like a punching bag to be beaten.

Big sister here can fly, after all!

Yang Hao felt stifled, forced to use the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge.

Although his Cold Iron Indestructible Body could withstand the attacks, it would burn through his soul power, leading to a massive drain.

After dodging for a while, Yang Hao spotted an opportunity, pulled out a short spear, and threw it with all his might; this was the only form of attack he was proficient in.

As an elite trainee, Ma Xiaotao had rich combat experience and had been keeping a close eye on Yang Hao, becoming alert the moment he pulled out the short spear.

She flapped her wings to dodge the short spear sideways, but a second and third spear followed in quick succession. Yang Hao even stowed his Demon Blade, throwing them with both hands.

Refusing to fight head-on, Ma Xiaotao flapped her wings to gain altitude, better positioning herself to dodge.

She possessed the ability to fly, granting her the initiative; there was no need to engage in a brute-force struggle.

Furthermore, that fellow did not have much soul power left. Maintaining that self-created soul skill must have consumed a significant amount, so he could not hold out for much longer.

Sure enough, three minutes later, Yang Hao was forced to concede.

Although the defense of the Cold Iron Indestructible Body was formidable, especially against fire-attribute attacks, his own soul power was a weakness; he could only maintain it for three minutes at present.

"Little brother, why don't you hurry up and call me sister?"

Having secured the victory, Ma Xiaotao looked smug, feeling a sense of vengeful satisfaction.

It had to be said, this punching bag was quite qualified.

Yang Hao grew gloomy, then immediately pulled out a notebook and began scribbling furiously, venting all his frustration onto the pages.

Ma Xiaotao curiously leaned over to take a look, and then she couldn't hold it together.

"Shrek Destruction Plan II!"

This was the first line, and the content below was even more horrifying.

It detailed controlling rats to carry small explosives, using the sewer network of Shrek Academy to crawl inside, spreading them throughout the entire academy in the dead of night, and then detonating them on a timer to destroy the whole institution.

"Are you a sore loser?"

Ma Xiaotao was furious. How could you be like this?

"That is actually a good method."

Feng Ling, however, was very interested. She would have to arrange for people to explore the sewer network of Shrek Academy later.

As for controlling rats, that was not difficult; it could be achieved either through martial soul skills or by using food as bait.

And this method could be used not only against Shrek Academy but also against other factions.

Chapter 26: Hunting Time

Yang Hao lived a very fulfilling life in the Holy Spirit Cult. He cultivated while serving as a human punching bag for Ma Xiaotao; although it was frustrating, it was indeed very effective for improving his practical combat experience.

Beyond that, he was also engaging in bootlegging—no, researching thermal weapons—while pondering how to reasonably and logically make contact with that Death God Douluo.

Although he had become the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult, the position was somewhat hollow, primarily because his own strength was insufficient.

Furthermore, when it came to the production of explosives and the development of thermal weapons, he was replaceable.

This was the Holy Spirit Cult, where everyone was an evil soul master; he did not believe those people possessed any concepts of gratitude or similar sentiments.

Although the possibility of being replaced at this stage was small, it was well known that he, Yang, was an orphan who lacked a sense of security and was in urgent need of stable care.

To truly stabilize his position, he had to cling to the thick thigh of the Death God Douluo, who was also one of the few top-tier powerhouses with a flaw in their heart.

However, trying to win over that person was no easy task; even getting to see her once was difficult.

Just as Yang Hao was pondering how to reasonably and logically make contact with that Death God Douluo, she came knocking on his door herself.

On this day, Yang Hao was consuming ten-thousand-year Whale Rubber to further improve his physical fitness.

He had purchased quite a bit of Whale Rubber at the Starlight Auction House, and the Holy Spirit Cult had also procured a fair amount for him. He had already consumed the thousand-year-old ones, and now he was onto the ten-thousand-year variety.

Whale Rubber had a strong aphrodisiac effect, but fortunately, he had the Cold Jade Heart to help stabilize his mind, allowing him to concentrate on circulating his soul power to assist in refining the medicinal potency.

However, it was ten-thousand-year-level Whale Rubber after all. Refining it was not only a huge test for his body but also a significant shock to his mental will; the Cold Jade Heart was not omnipotent.

In this regard, he treated it as a tempering of his mind and will. It was at this moment that a soft, charming voice rang out.

"So you are the little fellow who has been causing Xiaoyao such distress these days?"

He opened his eyes, his gaze dazed. What came into view was a dress as red as blood, followed by fair, supple long legs and a magnificent bosom.

It was a woman of peerless beauty, currently sitting on the edge of the bathtub, examining him with great interest.

"Mother!"

Looking at her wicked posture, Yang Hao subconsciously called out "Mother," maintaining the dazed expression caused by resisting the side effects of the Whale Rubber.

This was a completely subconscious reaction, the most authentic expression of familial affection.

This form of address made Ye Xishui freeze. Her expression then turned cold, and her soul power transformed into a blood-colored hand that gripped the youth's throat, lifting him up as a massive soul pressure was released.

"Little brat, I really don't like that form of address."

With a ferocious look on her face, Ye Xishui hated that title because Zhongli Wu had once addressed her that way.

That child was her shame, and even more so, a remnant of that dark past.

The sensation of suffocation grew stronger, but Yang Hao was calm in his heart, for he had already guessed the other party's identity.

Only one person in the Holy Spirit Cult could address Long Xiaoyao by his name so directly: the very thick thigh he had been longing for.

Hunting time... no, it was time to put on a show!

After all, excellent hunters often appear in the form of prey.

He struggled instinctively, even triggering his Soul-Devouring Spider Leg Bone and One-Eyed Vajra Martial Soul Possession. The defensive skills of the Cold Jade Heart were activated, and his three martial souls—the Demon Blade, the Holy Sword, and the Divine Spear—were summoned from his storage soul tool, thrusting toward Ye Xishui under the propulsion of his Metal Control soul skill.