Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult

Ma Xiaotao couldn't help but glare at him; why drag her into this for no reason?

"Dragon God Douluo shouldn't have let you come here so easily. He must have given you a means to save your life. Was it Senior Dragon?"

As if remembering something, Yang Hao reached out to search her, quickly pulling out two Soul Tools. One of them was very delicate, resembling an accessory; if one didn't look closely, it would be impossible to tell it was a storage Soul Tool.

Seeing that her hidden storage Soul Tool had been discovered, Zhang Lexuan struggled to take it back, but unfortunately, she was suppressed by Feng Ling and could only watch helplessly.

"Is this thing a token?"

He took an item out of the small storage Soul Tool—a wine cup. It looked very ordinary and was not a Soul Tool at all.

"Now the question is, why did you come to our Holy Spirit Cult to act as an undercover agent? And why did you turn into an Evil Soul Master?"

Playing with the wine cup, Yang Hao stared intently at Zhang Lexuan.

Pressing her red lips together, Zhang Lexuan remained silent. She would not speak, and she certainly would not betray Senior Dragon.

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess. It must be that Dragon Emperor Douluo revealed some information to his close friend, Dragon God Douluo."

"It seems I guessed right. I knew Senior Dragon couldn't be trusted."

Seeing the change in Zhang Lexuan's pupils due to her emotions, Yang Hao knew he had guessed correctly. The problem indeed lay with that Dragon Emperor Douluo.

"Beautiful sister, I am going to report this to Teacher. The affairs of those two are not something we can handle."

After saying this to the grim-faced Feng Ling, Yang Hao left with the wine cup.

Anxious, Ma Xiaotao looked at the departing youth, then at the captured Sister Lexuan, and could only stay behind, hoping this teacher wouldn't be too heavy-handed.

"What happened to your face?"

Looking at the skin on her disciple's face where the wounds were rapidly healing, Ye Xishui frowned.

In this headquarters, who would dare to harm Hao'er?

"I'm fine."

"Teacher, do you recognize this?"

Yang Hao handed the wine cup over.

Ye Xishui was puzzled, but after looking at it for a long time, her expression shifted slightly as she recalled something.

"How do you have this wine cup?"

The cup was very ordinary, but she had an impression of it; it was from the last time the three of them had gathered together.

"That Dragon God Douluo from Shrek Academy arranged for his great-granddaughter-in-law to infiltrate our Holy Spirit Cult. It was Senior Dragon who leaked the news, and this item was given to that great-granddaughter-in-law by Dragon God Douluo as a trump card to save her life."

Yang Hao reported honestly, without the slightest concealment, nor did he add any embellishments, because there was no need.

"I haven't even gone looking for trouble with you, yet you've arranged for people to come looking for me. Very good indeed."

Ye Xishui was incensed, and then she realized something.

"Are the wounds on your face from Mu En's people?"

Terrifying killing intent and soul pressure erupted. At this moment, Ye Xishui seemed to have reverted to her former self—the true King of Evil Soul Masters.

She valued this disciple highly, even cherishing him. It was not just because he had brought her the opportunity to become a god, but because he was so similar to her back then: the same tragic background, the same martial soul that stood in opposition to both good and evil, the same helpless entry into the Holy Spirit Cult, and the same path of becoming a disciple of the sect leader, rising to become a figure like a Holy Son or Holy Daughter.

Everything felt like a reenactment of her own life.

Looking at this disciple was like looking at her younger self. She did not want this disciple to be harmed by anyone; it was a way to fill the regrets of her past. She wanted to see a different life unfold for this disciple.

Now that this disciple had been harmed, how could she not be furious?

"Disciple is fine."

Yang Hao simply indicated he was alright; he was such a well-behaved child that it made one's heart ache.

"Snap!"

"Mu En!"

Crushing the wine cup in her hand, Ye Xishui was truly enraged.

Mu En, you have gone too far!

"Teacher, don't be angry. We actually gained quite a bit this time."

"I checked. That person has five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones on her, four of which have evil attributes. She is a genius in her own right, having withstood a hundred thousand year soul ring for her eighth ring. In the future, she might even become a Limit Douluo."

Yang Hao shifted the topic to Zhang Lexuan, indicating that she was a genius and an important figure.

"A hundred thousand year soul ring and five hundred thousand year soul bones? He is certainly generous."

Sneering, the anger in Ye Xishui's heart continued to rise.

Ever since Old Ghost Zhongli died, she hadn't targeted Mu En or Shrek, staying here on the Sun Moon Continent the entire time.

Back then, when Old Ghost Zhongli wanted to kill those two, it was she who had maneuvered to stop him, even going so far as to bear Old Ghost Zhongli a child. I, Ye Xishui, do not owe you, Mu En; it is you, Mu En, who owe me a life.

And yet, now she was being targeted and schemed against by Mu En, who had even used this wine cup as a trump card.

How despicable, how shameless!

"She really is the descendant of that loser, cut from the same cloth."

Bibi Dong's divine sense manifested, and she felt quite disappointed.

The way Mu En acted was too similar to that piece of trash from back then. That trash had once shamelessly come to find her, asking for a way to resolve the conflict between his disciple Tang San's twin martial souls, even claiming he wouldn't let Tang San become an enemy of their Martial Soul Hall.

Yet, that Tang San was the mortal enemy of their Martial Soul Hall, and in the end, their Spirit Hall Empire was even destroyed by him.

Now, the descendant of that trash was just as thick-skinned and shameless; she had been too foolish back then.

"Your Majesty, that Zhang Lexuan's martial soul was originally the Moon, a top-tier martial soul, and she possessed innate full soul power. Now, she has transformed her martial soul into the evil martial soul Evil Moon, and she possesses five hundred-thousand-year soul bones. In the future, when she hunts for her ninth soul ring, she will be able to obtain a sixth soul bone."

"Two hundred-thousand-year soul rings plus a full set of six hundred-thousand-year soul bones—this aptitude is not bad at all."

"But this aptitude and strength also make her difficult for us to control. I wonder if Your Majesty is interested in her?"

Yang Hao seized the opportunity to propose this. With the methods of their Holy Spirit Cult, they could not control her perfectly, but this former Rakshasa God was different.

She was a deity herself, and one skilled in playing with souls at that. She could even resurrect the dead, so controlling one person should be effortless. Even if God King Tang did not descend in person, it would likely be difficult for him to break.

"Oh? I shall go take a look."

Bibi Dong's divine sense grew interested, and she drifted away.

Chapter 38: Martial Soul Soul Core

"Teacher, I am going to cultivate."

Seeing Ye Xishui staring blankly at the shards of the wine cup in her hand with a sorrowful expression, Yang Hao tactfully withdrew from the main hall and went to his own side hall to cultivate.

The art of sowing discord lies in knowing when to stop; it must be subtle. If it is too obvious, it will only be counterproductive.

This is a rule of self-cultivation for a master actor and the way of tea.

Since Long Xiaoyao chose to betray, he could not blame me.

He had long since regarded Long Xiaoyao as a hypothetical enemy, because the man was never on the same path as their Holy Spirit Cult; he had only joined because of Ye Xishui.

Coupled with his relationship with Mu En and that descendant of his, Yan Shaozhe, there was a high probability of betrayal in the future, just like in the original story.

In this regard, one must take precautions early!

"Xiaoyao, have you ever thought that such a situation would arise?"

Ye Xishui whispered, her heart filled with disappointment.

A mere spy was nothing, but to strike at Hao'er—this was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

She had pinned many hopes on that child and would never allow anyone to hurt him.

"This is the first time, and it must be the last."

"Xiaoyao, do not force me!"

The extreme emotions that had been suppressed over the past few years surged forth, causing a scarlet hue to appear in Ye Xishui's eyes. She would not let such a thing happen again.

Setting aside Ye Xishui's sorrow and anger, Yang Hao, on the other side, had made his preparations and decided to begin attempting that path to godhood.

The matter of Zhang Lexuan was merely a small interlude to him; it was not worth worrying about, nor would it affect his own cultivation plan.

For the past three years, he had not only been researching the Vajra Dharma Body; his own cultivation and the path to godhood were the priorities. The research into the Vajra Dharma Body was just a side project, something to refresh his mind when he grew tired of studying the path to godhood.

After three years of study, research, and deduction, he finally had some results, and now it was time for a personal attempt.

He took out one hundred Milk Bottles and placed them beside him, each containing the soul power he had infused over the past three years—a total of over a thousand times his own soul power.

Milk Bottles were rare in the three great empires of Douluo, but they were not difficult to obtain in the Sun Moon Empire, let alone for him, the current Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult, who only needed a word to get them.

Holding his Demon Blade martial soul in his hand, Yang Hao guided his own soul power to inject into it, leading the martial soul origin to converge and fuse with the soul tool core of the blade—the soul tool core of the former Tyrant Tiger Soul-Refining Blade—to form a martial soul soul core.

This was an inspiration he had gained from the Soul-Devouring Spider Leg Bone. At that time, the evil attributes of the soul bone were repelled by the power of the Gold of Life, causing the soul core to become virtual and unstable. He had fused it into the core of the Nine-Turn Soul-Changing Instrument, forming a new Chaos Soul Core.

This proved that a soul core could be fused with a soul tool core; after all, soul tool cores were originally modeled after the soul cores of soul beasts.

Now, he needed to fuse his own martial soul origin with the soul tool core to form a martial soul soul core.

This was not the soul power soul core of a human soul master, but a soul core based on the origin of a soul beast.

The soul core of a human soul master is formed purely by condensing soul power, without the integration of martial soul origin, which is why no soul skills are generated on a human soul master's soul core.

The soul core of a soul beast is a condensation of origin power, which is why it possesses soul skills, or rather, innate abilities. After a soul beast dies, the power of its soul core evolves into soul rings and soul bones, which carry the soul beast's innate abilities.

Even transformed soul beasts likely guide the power of their soul cores to form soul rings and soul skills.

What Yang Hao wanted to do now was to refer to the soul beast soul core, use his own martial soul's origin power to condense a martial soul soul core, and attempt to follow the cultivation path of a soul beast.

In the Douluo world, there are two cultivation systems: the human soul master system and the soul beast system.

By comparison, the soul beast system is more independent and perfect, while the human soul master system has flaws; one must have soul rings to break through, otherwise, one will be stuck.

Yang Hao wanted to see if he could walk this path.

With his golden finger enhancing his comprehension, he constantly made micro-adjustments, and soul power was continuously injected to assist the martial soul origin in fusing with the soul tool core.

This was not all; the origin power of the Tyrant Tiger soul bone within the Demon Blade was also guided out and fused into the soul tool core.

His martial soul origin was too weak to condense on its own; it required external help.

A soul bone is a fusion of a soul beast's soul core and a part of its body; as long as this origin power is separated and gathered, it can be condensed into a soul core.