Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult

"Furthermore, she has already taken you as her disciple, so be careful from now on."

After offering this final piece of advice, Zhongli Wu felt truly helpless regarding his mother; he simply could not fathom her intentions.

"Rest well for now. Tomorrow, I will take you to see the Supreme Sect Leader."

Feng Ling spoke, signaled to Zhongli Wu, and then walked out.

Once the two arrived at their quarters, Feng Ling's expression turned cold.

"The First Venerable can no longer be trusted."

The root cause of this incident was Long Xiaoyao, and it was true that Long Xiaoyao did not approve of their plans, especially the Shrek Destruction Plan.

There were no issues for now, but once they launched their war of unification in the future, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't leak information or even defect directly to the Douluo Continent and Shrek Academy.

He was the Chief Venerable of their Holy Spirit Cult and knew too many secrets, including the location of their main altar.

It should be noted that the Supreme Sect Leader had placed soul restrictions on everyone else to ensure the location of the main altar would not be exposed, but no such restriction had been placed on Long Xiaoyao.

On one hand, it was due to their special relationship; on the other, Long Xiaoyao's strength was so immense that such secret restrictions could not bind him.

"We need to secretly establish another main altar, and a portion of those children we've been collecting and training must be set aside for secret instruction."

After some deliberation, Zhongli Wu decided to prepare for the possibility of abandoning the current main altar.

Then there was the matter of collecting and training children; they were already working on this, primarily targeting orphans, as they were more easily found in the border regions of the three empires.

Their agents had even infiltrated the Douluo Continent to collect orphans and beggars, bringing them back for secret cultivation.

Now, they needed to hide a group of these recruits for training; the fewer people who knew about them, the better. This would be their trump card.

Even if Long Xiaoyao truly betrayed them in the future, they would have the strength to cope.

"Let us go to Mother and report on the child."

He finally decided to visit his mother, as it was imperative that she understood the importance of that child.

Chapter 28: Notes on Becoming a God

"I heard you encountered danger yesterday?"

The next day, Ma Xiaotao followed Feng Ling over, her expression of regret not hidden in the slightest.

How wonderful it would have been if this bastard had died young; although it was a pity, it would have saved many lives.

"Disappointed, aren't you? I didn't die, and Shrek Academy will inevitably be destroyed by my hands."

Yang Hao retorted coldly, signaling that the hatred remained.

"Can you stop obsessing over our Shrek?"

Ma Xiaotao gritted her teeth. This bastard had been fixated on their Shrek, and there were already over a dozen versions of that Shrek Destruction Plan.

"No!"

Yang Hao's answer was without the slightest hesitation, nor was any hesitation or thought required.

"Let's go."

Feng Ling said, leading Yang Hao toward the residence of that person, offering many warnings along the way.

"Be careful."

Stopping outside that person's residence, she gave one final reminder.

"Beautiful sister, you go back. I will be careful."

Nodding, Yang Hao stepped into the palace, which radiated an aura of blood.

Although the main altar of the Holy Spirit Cult was built underground, after years of operation, it had expanded well, resembling an underground city, and the residence of the Supreme Sect Leader, Ye Xishui, was a palace in its own right.

Aside from being a bit eerie, everything else was fine.

Walking into the palace, the first thing that met his eyes was a massive blood pool, emitting a fishy, sweet scent.

Yang Hao could understand this; after all, her primary martial soul was the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, and this was likely a mimetic environment she had created to aid her cultivation.

"Teacher!"

Yang Hao called out respectfully, signaling his arrival.

"Splash..."

A hideous blood-colored puppet rose from the blood pool, releasing a massive soul pressure. It possessed nine soul rings—six black and three red—and Ye Xishui sat upon the palm of the Blood Soul Demon Puppet. Her high heels were particularly unique, perfectly showcasing her fair, delicate feet.

Fortunately, Yang Hao wasn't some kind of foot fetishist, nor did he have any thoughts of "playing for years," otherwise he might have been drooling.

Wait, why did I think of such terrible vocabulary?

I am here to cling to a powerful thigh and seek protection, not to play around.

I am just a child under ten years old.

It must have been influenced by the evil Soul-Devouring Spider Leg Bone; I should have known that soul bones produced by such evil soul beasts would have side effects.

Also, this teacher possesses a terrifying, evil charm; she is truly worthy of being the King of Evil Soul Masters!

"Teacher!"

Yang Hao braced himself against the oppressive soul pressure and terrifying charm, bowing in salute.

"Are you not afraid of me?"

Ye Xishui was curious; she sensed no trace of fear in the youth.

"Ever since I died once, this disciple has known no fear."

Yang Hao spoke with remarkable calm, projecting the cold, life-and-death indifference of an avenger.

He had many references for this persona, such as that Sasuke Uchiha fellow from the ninja world next door.

Ye Xishui fell silent. Yesterday, Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling had provided a detailed account; the boy had indeed died once, and his survival was nothing short of a miracle.

Most importantly, that experience was enough to overcome any fear.

Yet, this precocious, icy composure only made her heart ache.

He was, after all, a child not even ten years old.

"Teacher, this is a notebook left behind by my Yang ancestors. It records the growth of the Shrek Seven Devils and the Martial Soul Hall's Angel God and Rakshasa God from ten thousand years ago, including the process of how they attained godhood. Although many details are missing, the general history is accurate. I hope Teacher can find some inspiration within to break through the limits of a Soul Master and achieve divinity."

Yang Hao presented the prepared notebook. To gain her affection—no, her trust—he had to demonstrate sufficient value.

Beyond her inner regrets, her only remaining positive drive was to cultivate and increase her strength; otherwise, she would not have spent decades constructing that Death God Tower.

Furthermore, he needed a god-level powerhouse to shield him.

There was no choice; ever since his parents were murdered by the Shrek Inspectorate, he had been at odds with Shrek.

Behind Shrek stood the Sea God Tang San and the other six from ten thousand years ago—a full seven deities.

God King Tang's methods were insidious and ruthless, favoring schemes and possessing world-shaking wisdom. He had intervened in the Douluo plane many times, and here, he had those two loyal dogs, Da Ming and Er Ming, along with a massive faction from Shrek and the Clear Sky Sect.

If they were to clash in the future, they would likely use their status to bully the weak.

Moreover, Huo Yuhao was due to awaken his martial soul this year; it would be less than twenty years before he attained godhood.

Though he was a cheater himself, becoming a god in twenty years was far too difficult.

Currently, there were only two paths to godhood for a Soul Master: gathering faith to create one's own god position, or inheriting one through divine trials.

Gathering faith could be ignored; even the first Sea God, Poseidon, had spent over a thousand years accumulating it. By now, the opportunity had long since passed.

Not to mention, the current Douluo plane was the private garden of Tang San and the Shrek Seven Devils. The faith of the seas and the continent was firmly in their hands; how could they allow anyone else to contest it?

If he truly tried to spread faith, one of Huo Yuhao or Tang Wutong's divine trial tasks would likely be to execute him as a heretic.

Therefore, he had to secure a god-level thigh to cling to, and Ye Xishui was the best choice.

She was a rank 99 Limit Douluo, only a step away from the hundredth rank and godhood.

Furthermore, her second martial soul, the Bright Phoenix, had yet to have soul rings added. If managed well, there was a high chance she could break her limits and achieve a hundred-rank godhood.

Once she became a god, she would surely gain new insights into cultivation, perhaps even helping him forge a new path to divinity.

Additionally, making her stronger would attract God King Tang's attention, thereby lowering his own presence.

It was a move with many benefits, and handing over this information cost him nothing.

Even if the immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had gained sentience, it was debatable whether they could even be consumed.

It would be better to let her go and clear them out to refine into soul rings to boost her strength, provided she brought the soul bones back to him.

She should already have a full set of six soul bones; she had no use for more, and anything she obtained would surely be given to someone else.

Since he was her only disciple, who else would she give them to?

"Oh?"

Ye Xishui was unaware of the youth's sinister intentions. She became interested, beckoning with her hand. The notebook flew into her grasp, and after a glance at the boy, she opened it to read.

At first, she paid little mind, but as she read on, her expression grew increasingly solemn.

The information recorded within was invaluable, including the existence of divine trials and the keys to the rise of the Sea God and the Shrek Seven Devils.

There were two critical points: the immortal herbs and Sea God Island.

Then there was the history of the Martial Soul Empire's Empress, Bibi Dong, the new generation's Rakshasa God, and the Angel God, Qian Renxue. The two were mother and daughter, and the Angel God was born after Bibi Dong had been violated.

Seeing this, Ye Xishui could not help but feel a surge of sympathy. The Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong, had a life very similar to her own.

Back then, to prevent the old ghost Zhongli from harming Mu En and Xiaoyao, she had been forced to do those things, even bearing him a child.

However, her luck was better than Bibi Dong's; at least her beloved Xiaoyao had always stayed by her side.

The Grandmaster whom Bibi Dong had protected had fled in cowardice, quickly seeking new love and even training a group of enemies to kill her. In the end, she was forced to abandon her dignity and reveal the scandals of the past to win sympathy for her disciple and daughter, just to save her own life.

How pathetic!

"Why give this to me?"

"If what is recorded inside is true, the opportunities within are enough to allow you to grow rapidly, perhaps even to attain godhood."

After finishing the notebook, Ye Xishui asked, puzzled.