The Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder Unleashed

"Do you really think Young Master Chen Doudou's first soul skill is just simple healing?"

A cold voice rang out in inquiry: "Isn't it? Everyone saw the soul skill Doudou used just now with their own eyes!"

"Foolish! Is the wisdom of Young Master Chen Doudou something you can comprehend?"

God of Trickery let out a cold snort, eyes closed as he gently waved his feather fan, wearing an inscrutable expression that screamed, "The world is drunk, but I alone am sober."

God of Destruction asked with a dark face: "Are you implying that I am stupid?"

"What else?"

God of Trickery didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone dripping with disdain: "Where did this little punk come from, daring to question our young master? How utterly preposterous!"

"You have the guts to say that again?"

Wait... why does this voice sound a bit familiar?

God of Trickery snapped his eyes open and focused his gaze.

Good heavens, he had actually cursed the God of Destruction!

He hurriedly squeezed out a fawning smile: "Oh my! Lord Des... Lord Destruction, why is it you?"

God of Destruction snorted coldly, barely suppressing the urge to beat someone up: "Speak, keep talking. I want to see what kind of flowers you can bloom from your mouth."

God of Trickery breathed a sigh of relief, wearing an expression that said the truth had been laid bare: "My Lord, My Lady, the fact that the first soul skill is healing is precisely the proof that Young Master Chen Doudou has begun to take his first steps toward evil!"

"Imagine this: what is the darkest despair in the human world? It is not that the enemy is too powerful, but that one must destroy the heart after killing the body!"

"Think about it. When darkness shrouds the earth, Young Master Chen Doudou descends like a savior, first using his healing soul skill to top everyone off, making them believe he is the light, the hope, the one and only savior!"

At this point, God of Trickery waved his feather fan violently, his eyes flashing with a frenzied light: "And then! Just when everyone trusts him the most, Young Master Chen Doudou swings his sickle."

"That despair of falling from heaven into hell, that sense of betrayal from being killed by the one you trust—that is true evil!"

"Congratulations, My Lord! Felicitations, My Lady!"

God of Trickery was so moved that tears streamed down his face: "How is Young Master Chen Doudou going astray? This is clearly the student surpassing the master! He will surely become the most powerful, most insidious, and most manipulative God of Evil Thoughts in history!"

Asura God and Rakshasa God exchanged glances, both seeing the joy in each other's eyes.

It was as clear as day.

Wonderful, simply wonderful!

It was wonderful enough to reach the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

God of Destruction stood to the side, listening in a daze, the watermelon in his hand suddenly losing its flavor.

This actually sounded quite logical.

Who would have thought Chen Doudou was so insidious? So vicious!

Oh no, Little Green must have been deceived by his harmless appearance!

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine as he thought it over.

This is bad. Could Chen Doudou really be like this?

If that were true, would Chen Doudou be someone he could control?

Wouldn't he end up losing his wife and his army?

Asura God was overjoyed and patted God of Trickery on the shoulder: "Good, very good! Trickery, your little schemes have finally come in handy this time. In the future, Chen Doudou will never forget your kindness."

God of Trickery was moved to tears: "My Lord, aren't your little schemes my little schemes?"

To have such a master, what more could one ask for?

"Trickery! Well said, your little schemes are my little schemes!"

"My Lord!"

"Trickery!"

"My Lord!"

"..."

Rakshasa God stood to the side, watching this deeply moving scene, and silently took a step back.

Why did she feel like she was the one who was redundant?

She decided that she would not let Asura God into the bed for the next few days; he could just go sleep on the sofa.

As for how the art of Sichuan opera face-changing is mastered, Chen Doudou felt one only needed to look at Xuan Zi.

Just after he displayed the effects of his soul skill, Xuan Zi's attitude toward him had done a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

From the initial "Who is this brat, don't disturb me while I'm eating my chicken leg," it had changed to the current "Oh, this child is so sensible, do you want to come over to Grandpa's side and eat some chicken legs?"

He would constantly inquire about his well-being and keep probing to see if he wanted to join Shrek.

In the end, Chen Doudou had to reject him over ten times using all sorts of bizarre excuses.

For example, question one: "Does your Shrek Academy require entering with the left foot or the right foot?"

Xuan Zi replied, "The left foot, I suppose."

Chen Doudou said, "I prefer entering with my right foot. It seems Shrek and I aren't meant to be."

Question two: "When you Shrek students finish using the toilet, do you wipe with your left hand or your right hand?"

Xuan Zi: "..."

What kind of decent person would ask such a private question?

But in order to recruit Chen Doudou, he suppressed his temper and said it was the right hand.

And the result? Guess how Chen Doudou answered?

Chen Doudou looked at him with utter disdain: "Ew! Pervert, you're so gross. I use toilet paper."

Xuan Zi was so furious he was blowing his beard and staring, questioning his life, yet he was completely helpless.

After all, it was he who hadn't taken the boy seriously in the first place.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Having traveled all morning, the group stopped to build a fire, cook, and rest for a while.

Suddenly, a breeze swept through the forest, which had been perfectly still until then.

The Shrek members didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a natural occurrence.

Only Chen Doudou felt a sense of unease.

After all, when things go against the norm, there must be a demon at play...

To deal with the disasters that could appear at any moment from the original script, he ran to Zhang Lexuan's side and tugged on her sleeve: "Sister Lexuan, I don't feel safe here. Why don't we find somewhere else to rest?"

Zhang Lexuan scanned the surroundings and found nothing unusual. She asked, confused: "What's wrong? Isn't this place great? It's near a water source and the terrain is open; if any soul beasts come, we can engage them in time."

Chen Doudou felt helpless, knowing he couldn't convince her. After all, he couldn't exactly say he had read the script, could he?

Even if he said it, who would believe him?

Resigned, he changed his approach and asked weakly: "Where did Xuan Zi go?"

Zhang Lexuan paused, then smiled and ruffled his hair: "What, do you miss Xuan Zi? Don't worry, Xuan Zi doesn't usually eat with us, but he's basically always following nearby. Don't be afraid."

Ma Xiaotao walked over with a grin and threw an arm around Chen Doudou's shoulder: "Exactly! Even if the sky falls, Sister Xiaotao is here to protect you! Whoever dares to touch you, I'll burn them to a crisp!"

Chen Doudou thought to himself: I hope so.

Less than five minutes later.

An elite disciple on guard duty in the distance shouted: "Senior Sister, a pack of Silver Moon Wolf has appeared ahead!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Shrek disciples present braced themselves as if facing a great enemy, quickly falling into combat formation.

The Silver Moon Wolf is a top-tier soul beast among the wolf race.

In terms of individual strength, they might not be as fierce as a White Tiger, but if an entire pack coordinates their attack, their terrifying tactical execution is no less formidable than a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

Zhang Lexuan's expression remained unchanged as she calmly asked: "Roughly how many are there?"

The disciple's legs were trembling, and his voice shook: "Con... conservatively estimated, at least thirty or more!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lexuan's cold, pretty face instantly turned grave.

More than thirty Silver Moon Wolf—this was undoubtedly a super pack.

This meant the Wolf King possessed at least fifty thousand years of cultivation; otherwise, it would be impossible to command so many Silver Moon Wolf.

Ma Xiaotao's face turned pale: "Everyone, hurry and call for Xuan Zi."

"Right, right! We still have Xuan Zi! What are we afraid of?"

"Exactly! Xuan Zi is a level 98 Super Douluo! Never mind 30 Silver Moon Wolf, even if 30 more came, they wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps in his teeth!"

Hearing this, the group seemed to find their backbone instantly and began calling for Xuan Zi.

"Xuan Zi!"

"Xuan Zi, where are you—!"

However, no matter how they shouted, there was no response other than the rustling of wind through the leaves.

The figure who was usually nearby gnawing on a chicken leg had vanished without a trace.

Xuan Zi... was gone.

Chen Doudou's heart skipped a beat.

It's over. The Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder has started making his move!

Zhang Lexuan's expression shifted as well, her gaze locked onto the dense forest ahead.

In her perception, she could indeed sense a large group of creatures approaching from all directions, their cold, murderous intent almost suffocating.

"We can't wait any longer."

Zhang Lexuan released her Moon Martial Soul, and seven soul rings appeared in a flash: "Everyone, prepare for battle! We just need to hold out until Xuan Zi returns!"

"Yes, Senior Sister!"

Although everyone felt a touch of fear, they understood that this was the only way.

Immediately after, Zhang Lexuan looked at Ma Xiaotao, her tone unprecedentedly grave: "Xiaotao, your cultivation is the lowest here. Later, take Chen Doudou, mount Pegasus, and run toward the outer perimeter of the forest at once."

"Yes, Senior Sister... You must all take care."

Ma Xiaotao bit her lip and agreed.

Chen Doudou flipped onto Zeus, his small hands gripping the mane tightly.

As a soul beast, Zeus could sense the approaching danger far better than any human.

At this moment, every hair on its body began to stand on end.

This meant that the target had arrived!