Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult

"Should we destroy the White Tiger Duke Mansion?"

Feng Ling knew that it was the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, who had signed the kill order for Xiao Hao's parents back then, and he bore a certain responsibility for it.

"No."

Shaking his head slightly, Yang Hao did not intend to go inside.

Upon approaching this place, he had felt a sense of repulsion; it was clearly a warning from the plane's will directed at him.

An adopted son of destiny like himself, acquired through effort, was indeed inferior to those innate children of destiny.

Only when he could perfect the Martial Soul Soul Core system and popularize it to become the dominant system of the Douluo plane could he become a true child of destiny, or even a child of the plane.

"Beautiful sister, you can go wander around elsewhere to clear your mind. I will cultivate here for a while."

After saying this, Yang Hao leaped onto a large tree, using the canopy to hide his figure. With the comprehension boost from his golden finger applied to himself, he carefully sensed that power of destiny.

He could not intuitively perceive the power of destiny on his own, so now that he had the opportunity, he naturally had to sense it well.

"You two, stand guard here."

Glancing at the youth with confusion, Feng Ling gave instructions to Wan Hun and Sleep Nightmare before departing.

She wanted to wander around Star Luo City and take the opportunity to complete some arrangements.

Wan Hun and Sleep Nightmare leaped onto the canopy to hide their figures, standing guard in silence.

Two days passed this way, and as the end of the year drew closer, a delicate woman dressed in a maid's outfit walked by, heading in the direction of Star Luo City.

However, her complexion was somewhat pale, and she coughed from time to time; it was clear her physical state was very poor.

Sleep Nightmare glanced at her but paid no mind; she was just an ordinary person and posed no threat.

By the afternoon, the woman returned with a cloth bundle in her hand; she must have gone to purchase supplies for the New Year.

Her coughing became increasingly frequent, and it was evident that the journey had worsened her condition. She was dressed very thinly, and there were several frostbites on her hands.

This caught Yang Hao's attention, and he stared fixedly at the woman in the maid's outfit.

This road led directly to the White Tiger Duke Mansion; the other party was undoubtedly someone from the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

Coupled with her attire and sickly appearance, it reminded Yang Hao of a character who lacked presence but was extremely critical to the plot.

"Huo Yun'er!"

He called out tentatively. Huo Yun'er, who was walking, stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and looked over with a puzzled expression.

"It really is you."

Yang Hao smiled, leaped over, knocked her unconscious, and carried her away on his shoulder.

"The Holy Son has grown up!"

Wan Hun and Sleep Nightmare exchanged glances, their eyes filled with ambiguity.

Although that woman was just an ordinary person, her looks were truly quite good, especially that sickly appearance which made one feel pity. No wonder the Holy Son was moved.

Yang Hao was unaware of the dirty thoughts of his two subordinates. He carried Huo Yun'er and ran quickly, only stopping once they were far away from the Duke Mansion.

Placing her under a tree, Yang Hao turned his back to her and looked up at the bright moon at a forty-five-degree angle, trying his best to elevate his own aura while pondering how to swindle this person.

Wan Hun and the other followed behind, and seeing the Holy Son stop, they also stopped and turned away.

This kind of matter was not something they should be watching.

"Who are you?"

Huo Yun'er woke up slowly. Once her consciousness cleared, she stared vigilantly at the figure in front of her, only feeling a bit more at ease when her right hand touched the dagger at her waist.

"The White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, is an enemy of mine. I heard you are his maid and have a child."

Yang Hao spoke, still keeping his back to her.

But these words caused Huo Yun'er's complexion to turn pale in an instant, striking at her heart and causing it to stop beating for a moment.

Huo Yun'er had been whipped by Dai Huabin some time ago and was already injured; she had also caught a cold, which had developed into myocarditis over the past few days. Having walked such a long distance today, the emotional agitation caused her myocarditis to flare up, leading to heart failure and sudden cardiac arrest.

Clutching her chest in pain, Huo Yun'er's face turned blue, but she still stared tightly at the youth with a pleading look, wanting to say something, but her body no longer allowed her to speak.

Finally, she unwillingly lost her breath, and her arms dropped powerlessly.

After waiting for a long while without hearing the other party speak, Yang Hao turned around in confusion, only to be stunned.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

Although puzzled, he hurriedly performed CPR to resuscitate her, even injecting the power of the Gold of Life, but it was useless because she was already dead.

"Wan Hun."

"This subordinate is here!"

Wan Hun hurried over, glanced at the woman who had lost her breath, and was also a bit confused.

How did she just die?

"While she is still warm, collect her soul and protect it well. Don't let it turn into a vengeful spirit."

Yang Hao signaled to collect the soul. After death, the soul doesn't leave the body immediately but waits until the brain cells completely cease to function.

Since the body couldn't be saved, he decided to preserve the soul, which would be a powerful tool for plotting against Huo Yuhao in the future.

He absolutely couldn't let it fall into the hands of God King Tang, as that would tie Huo Yuhao down.

The reason God King Tang dared to perform so many inhumane actions was precisely because he held Huo Yun'er as a trump card. No matter how angry Huo Yuhao might be, seeing his mother Huo Yun'er resurrected would quell his rage.

This was like the saying, "A gentleman can be deceived by proper means," and Huo Yuhao was undoubtedly a filial son.

However, if you, Tang San, can scheme for the Son of Destiny, so can I. Let's compete fairly.

At the same time, he guessed why Huo Yun'er had died. It was likely due to her severe injuries combined with the intense emotional turmoil she had just experienced, leading to her demise.

Originally, she was already ill and fated to die this year. His appearance had merely hastened it slightly.

"Your subordinate understands."

Wan Hun understood. He used his martial soul, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, to summon Huo Yun'er's soul and then sealed it in a small banner, presenting it to Yang Hao.

This was the Soul Tool, the Soul-Nurturing Banner, which he had created by referencing his own martial soul. It could collect and nurture souls, perfect for taking this woman's soul.

Yang Hao took the Soul-Nurturing Banner and put it away, then used the Soul-Devouring Spider Leg Bone to devour Huo Yun'er's body.

He had previously injected a significant amount of the Gold of Life's power for rescue efforts; this couldn't be wasted.

Soon, Huo Yun'er's corpse was devoured into a dried husk, which Yang Hao stored in a storage Soul Tool. He would find an opportunity to burn it later.

In the future, Dai Hao would build a tomb for Huo Yun'er and repent before it, thus resolving the conflict with Huo Yuhao. This plotline naturally had to be erased.

Who asked Dai Hao to be considered his enemy?

"White Tiger Dagger!"

Looking at the dagger obtained from Huo Yun'er, Yang Hao clicked his tongue and put it away.

This was also a plot item and a token of affection, which might be useful in the future.

"Let's go, we'll wait at the Strength Clan's territory."

Without further delay, he turned towards the Strength Clan's ancestral land.

Two days later, Feng Ling arrived to rendezvous. She had already completed her arrangements in Star Luo City.

"Holy Son, the people of the Strength Clan are all here."

Sleep Nightmare returned to report. He had just captured a member of the Strength Clan and used illusionary techniques to extract information; they were all present.

"What a beautiful day."

Yang Hao looked up at the dark night sky. Unfortunately, there was no wind, otherwise, it would have been perfect for a dark and windy night.

"Pretty sister, I'll need your help this time to take down the Soul Douluo inside. We are too close to Star Luo City."

He looked at Feng Ling beside him, needing her assistance next.

Wan Hun and Sleep Nightmare were currently only at the Soul Douluo cultivation level. While they could instantly kill anyone below Soul Douluo when working together, they would have a difficult time against a Soul Douluo.

They were not far from Star Luo City, and if they caused too much of a commotion, it would inevitably alert the powerful experts there.

This time, he not only wanted revenge but also to claim the Strength Clan's inheritance. All of this required time.

"How will you get your revenge? Will you have them control each other and kill one another?"

Feng Ling was curious about this and also a little worried.

Hatred was a terrifying force that could drive people to extremes. The Supreme Sect Leader was a prime example of this in the past. She didn't want this child to be twisted by hatred as well.

"Do I seem like the kind of person with such twisted tastes in your eyes, sister?"

Yang Hao stated that he had his bottom line and didn't want to appear as a madman, as that would only inspire fear and vigilance.

Moreover, there was no need to be so extreme, especially since his consciousness and thoughts were those of an adult.

Revenge was inevitable, but there was no need to get his own hands too dirty. There were plenty of people to do the dirty work, which was also a primary reason he had recruited Wan Hun in the first place; that person was very skilled at creating vengeful spirits.

"That's for the best. It's normal to seek revenge for grievances, but don't let it affect your rational judgment.

You are the Holy Son now, and you will undoubtedly be the Sect Leader in the future. To control the entire Holy Spirit Cult, your resolve must be firm."

Feng Ling was very satisfied. After a reminder, she flew towards the Strength Clan's ancestral land.

"The key this time is to be silent, understand?"

Yang Hao said, then strode towards the Strength Clan.

He missed the Strength Clan dearly, thinking of them every day. Now, he had finally accumulated enough strength to return home in glory.

Chapter 43: Cyclops

He stopped at the entrance to the Strength Clan's ancestral land, looking at the somewhat familiar gate. Hatred and killing intent surged within him, and past scenes replayed in his mind.

He had only seen this gate twice. The first time was when he was brought to the Strength Clan under the guise of protection and upbringing. The second time was when Tai Wushuang took him to the Star Dou Forest. During those three years, he had been confined to the ancestral land and forbidden to leave.

And now, he had finally returned to this place and seen this gate once again.