What They Can Do, I Can Do Too. What They Cannot Do, I Can Still Do

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After settling Bright Capital's remaining affairs and arranging for Ye Guyi to recuperate, Li Changsheng set off alone and returned to the Holy Spirit Cult's main headquarters deep within the Evil Demon Forest.

The moment he entered the Holy Spirit Cult's territory, everyone he encountered along the way was a disciple of the cult.

From low-ranking Soul Elders and Soul Kings to mid-level Soul Emperors and Soul Sages, every evil soul master who saw him lowered their heads and bowed. None dared meet his eyes, all wearing expressions of obedience and reverence.

Yet Li Changsheng's gaze was sharp, and he saw every emotion they failed to hide in the depths of their eyes.

There was suppressed resentment, extreme dissatisfaction, and barely concealed fury.

Ever since he had invoked the authority of the Holy Son a few years ago and imposed ironclad rules, completely banning the entire cult from killing to cultivate, devouring living souls, and hunting soul masters and ordinary people—

The shortcuts the Holy Spirit Cult had relied upon to survive, break through rapidly, and cultivate against the heavens had been severed overnight.

The cultivation speed of every evil soul master had plummeted off a cliff, nearly grinding to a halt.

Cultivation that had once advanced by a level simply through slaughtering a few people and devouring a wisp of living soul now had to be slowly tempered through the most clumsy, slow, and tedious method: absorbing the soul power of heaven and earth.

The pace was maddeningly slow!

It was not only the low-ranking disciples who suffered bitterly. Even the lofty Titled Douluo of the Elders' Hall and the Worship Hall were tormented by it, complaining endlessly.

No one did not resent it. No one did not hate it.

They had fallen into the evil path in this life, willingly bearing infamy for eternity and abandoning their humanity to cultivate evil arts, all because they had been driven to desperation.

In their early years, orthodox forces led by Shrek had forced them into a dead end with no road of retreat!

The righteous path monopolized resources, ostracized outsiders, slaughtered those who followed different paths, and gave them no chance to cultivate in peace.

If they had not taken the bloodthirsty shortcut of the evil path, they would never have lived to this day!

Without rapidly increasing strength to protect themselves, once they encountered an encirclement by orthodox soul masters, they would not even have the right to flee and cling to life!

In everyone's eyes, Li Changsheng's new rules were no different from cutting off their future, crippling their cultivation, and blocking their only path to survival!

The entire Holy Spirit Cult was filled with surging undercurrents and widespread complaints. Countless people grumbled in private, and some even harbored thoughts of rebellion.

They merely feared the full support of the three top giants, which was why no one dared openly defy him or brazenly provoke him.

As for the resentment and hostility of everyone along the way, Li Changsheng could not care less. His state of mind remained utterly undisturbed.

From beginning to end, his expression stayed indifferent and his steps unhurried.

These evil soul masters, covered in sin and with blood on their hands, were merely pawns he would eventually settle accounts with.

Why should he care about the resentment of ants?

They did not have much longer to live anyway. They were only lingering on, waiting for the final reckoning.

Besides, he was the son of two God Kings.

If he had to fret over the resentment of a pack of evil soul master ants from the lower realm, that would be far too beneath him.

Ignoring all the hostile undercurrents along the way, Li Changsheng headed directly back to his private residence in the Holy Son Hall.

He raised a hand and pushed open the door. The room was quiet and secluded, its furnishings elegant.

But in the next instant, a breathtakingly beautiful, seductive figure entered his sight.

A woman sat quietly on the soft couch by the window.

She wore a fitted black dress, its delicate fabric clinging tightly to her alluring curves and vividly outlining her incomparably enticing figure, every inch of her radiating charm.

The hem was just the right length, revealing a pair of fair, slender, straight, and long jade-like legs. Her skin was smooth and luminous as jade.

At the moment, she lounged lazily with one leg crossed over the other. Her expression was relaxed, her aura both seductive and cool, carrying an air of effortless ease and freedom.

It was the Holy Spirit Cult's vice leader, Feng Ling!

Upon seeing her, Li Changsheng showed no surprise whatsoever. He casually closed the door behind him, shutting out the noise outside.

His calm gaze settled on the woman as he spoke evenly.

"Vice Leader, you seem rather free today, to have time to visit me."

"However, entering my private chambers as you please seems somewhat against the rules. It is hardly appropriate, is it?"

At his words, Feng Ling's delicate brows rose slightly.

She slowly stood. Tall and alluring, with the black dress accentuating both her cold beauty and seductive charm, every movement of hers carried the graceful allure of a mature woman.

She gave Li Changsheng a slight bow, her attitude appropriately respectful and her tone gentle.

"Feng Ling was thoughtless and intruded without permission. I ask the Divine Son to forgive my offense."

She admitted her mistake quickly and carried herself properly, yet there was not the slightest sign of genuine unease or fear.

Li Changsheng could not be bothered to exchange pleasantries with her. He walked over and sat down, entirely at ease.

"It is nothing."

"The vice leader would not have come personally just to discuss etiquette with me."

"Let us get to the matter at hand."

Feng Ling smiled sweetly, turned lightly, and sat back down on the soft couch.

With one hand elegantly supporting her delicate, fair cheek, her bright eyes like water, she smiled as she gazed at the young man before her, who was youthful yet unfathomable. She said nothing.

She simply watched him quietly, her eyes shifting with hidden scrutiny and deeper meaning.

For a moment, the air was quiet and ambiguous.

Li Changsheng lifted his eyes and gave her a calm glance.

That single glance seemed placid, yet it felt as though it had seen through every scheme and thought in her heart.

Feng Ling's heart trembled, and she could no longer maintain her silence.

Her red lips parted as she spoke first, her tone filled with boundless curiosity and probing intent.

"There is something Feng Ling has never been able to understand, and I wish to ask the Divine Son about it."

"What staggering benefit did the Divine Son promise the cult leader, the Chief Worshipper, and the Grand Supreme Worshipper?"

"What could make three experts who had lived for centuries, whose wills were as firm as stone and who had never easily bowed their heads, willingly submit to your command, allow you to reform the entire cult, and cut off the foundation of the evil path themselves?"

This was the change that the Holy Spirit Cult's upper ranks found most baffling, feared most, and were most curious about.

Three supreme tyrants had all submitted to a young man overnight. It was simply too unbelievable!

Hearing this, Li Changsheng's lips curved into a faint smile. Rather than answering, he asked, "What? Does the vice leader care so much?"

Feng Ling's smile deepened, and her eyes gleamed. She spoke frankly, with a trace of certainty and ambition in her voice.

"Of course I care."

"After all, you are a Divine Son who descended from the heavens. You are a true great figure."

"If the three of them were willing to bow their heads, they must have received a supreme opportunity enough to drive them mad."

As her words fell, she slowly rose. Her lotus steps moved lightly, her graceful figure swaying as she walked straight to Li Changsheng's side and slowly sat down. The distance between them instantly closed.

Warm breath brushed lightly against him. Her voice was soft and mellifluous, filled with sincerity yet hiding an unyielding ambition to surpass others.

"Divine Son."

"The submission and cooperation those three can offer, I, Feng Ling, can offer as well."

"The thoughtfulness, obedience, thoroughness, and wholehearted service that those three cannot offer, I can still offer."

"I do not ask for special treatment. I only ask that the Divine Son give me an opportunity to follow you and obtain such an opportunity."

Every word was sincere, every sentence blunt.

She was unwilling to fall behind Zhongli Wu and the other two. She too wanted to board this Divine Son's path to the heavens and strive for that unreachable opportunity of the Divine Realm!