Holy Spirit Cult Assembly, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui Recognize Their Kin

All the elders and enshrined guardians rose with Zhongli Wu and shouted:

"May the Holy Church prosper for ten thousand generations!"

Watching these Evil Soul Master higher-ups, Yan Jingchuan's mouth twitched slightly. He felt as if he had wandered into a pyramid scheme den.

Zhongli Wu walked up to Yan Jingchuan with his staff in hand and placed one hand on his shoulder.

"Holy Son, show them what you can do first."

Yan Jingchuan cast Zhongli Wu an inconspicuous glance. He always felt that something was off, yet he could not put his finger on what exactly it was.

Without dwelling on it, Yan Jingchuan turned and swept his gaze over everyone present, his tone calm and cold.

"Fine."

With a smile, Zhongli Wu yielded the floor. Most of the elders and enshrined guardians were seeing Yan Jingchuan for the first time. Rumors had long circulated, but seeing was believing. They wanted to know what qualified Yan Jingchuan to become the Holy Son.

The Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul possessed him. Within the dense darkness, a phantom black dragon emerged behind his back, while two soul rings—yellow and purple—rose beneath his feet.

The elders and enshrined guardians were startled. Upon seeing the Dark Sacred Dragon, there was an obvious person who immediately came to mind.

Yet before they could think further, Yan Jingchuan made no effort to conceal his soul power fluctuations. His Level 27 aura was instantly detected by the Titled Douluo.

"Level 27? His second ring is a thousand-year one!"

"He absorbed a soul ring beyond his limit? It wasn't raised through some secret technique..."

"He rose seventeen levels in half a year..."

Their hearts surged uncontrollably. The Holy Spirit Cult did possess secret techniques that could raise soul ring ages, but the price was immense. Otherwise, these Titled Douluo would have long since upgraded all their soul rings to ten-thousand-year or Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

What truly shocked them most was not even the soul rings, but his cultivation level! Absorbing soul rings beyond one's level was rare, but not entirely unprecedented. This cultivation level, however, was simply outrageous.

He had awakened his martial soul at six and risen seventeen levels in half a year. Even if he had possessed innate full soul power and started cultivating from the very instant his martial soul awakened, he should not have advanced this much!

At this cultivation speed, even becoming a Titled Douluo at twenty would be considered slow.

This display not only proved Yan Jingchuan's talent, but nearly confirmed that his future would far surpass anyone's imagination.

Taking in the astonishment of the elders and enshrined guardians, Yan Jingchuan suddenly curled his lips. He was not finished performing yet.

As the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul withdrew, several enshrined guardians were about to exchange hushed words. Second Elder Nangong Wan sensed that the main event was coming and smiled knowingly.

An utterly evil, utterly yin aura rose seamlessly from Yan Jingchuan's body.

All eyes immediately converged on him as the Hell Demon Puppet martial soul stood proudly among the Holy Spirit Cult's upper ranks.

"Demon Puppet... Twin Martial Souls..."

The Holy Spirit Cult's First Elder was rendered speechless.

The pressure of a superior evil martial soul rolled over them like waves, crushing down layer upon layer.

Not many people knew that Yan Jingchuan possessed Twin Martial Souls. Even Jing Hongchen and Kong Deming were unaware of it.

The people of Shrek had refrained from spreading the matter widely out of consideration for their reputation. Only that small group of elders at the Sea God Pavilion knew.

Those aware of it were merely Zhongli Wu and Nangong Wan, who had reported it to him, along with Zhang Peng, who had learned it from Zhongli Wu. The Evil Soul Masters who had ambushed Yan Jingchuan also counted, though whether they were still alive was another matter.

Now that Yan Jingchuan had revealed it so openly, the Holy Spirit Cult's higher-ups all had their pupils quake.

The way they looked at Yan Jingchuan changed completely. No matter who it was, they found his figure incomparably towering and terrifying.

He was clearly half a head shorter than them and standing right there, yet they vaguely felt as though they were being looked down upon.

Sixth Enshrined Guardian Zhang Peng and Second Elder Nangong Wan took the lead in kneeling at the right moment. One by one, all the elders and enshrined guardians followed them to their knees.

"The Holy Son's talent is peerless. We are utterly convinced!"

Only after Yan Jingchuan dispelled his martial soul possession did they raise their heads and stand again.

Yan Jingchuan noticed the complicated expressions that flashed through their eyes whenever they looked at him. He did not need to guess to know that these shrewd people had inevitably associated his Twin Martial Souls with Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

Zhongli Wu, standing right beside Yan Jingchuan, noticed none of this. He was delighted beyond measure, his mind filled with visions of the Holy Church's imminent rise. He could not have been more satisfied with the Holy Son he had chosen.

The Holy Spirit Cult's team-building assembly was not over yet. Yan Jingchuan's talent had gained everyone's recognition, and Zhongli Wu began taking him around to meet every elder and enshrined guardian.

After shaking hands with them one by one, Zhongli Wu spoke at length, like a pyramid scheme leader possessed, delivering a whole load of impassioned nonsense.

Yan Jingchuan had barely endured until the end when Zhongli Wu still had no intention of letting him leave.

"Cult Master, is there anything else?"

"My mother, the Holy Church's Supreme Cult Master, wants to see you."

As soon as Zhongli Wu finished speaking, Zhang Peng's voice carried over as well.

"What a coincidence, Cult Master. The Supreme Enshrined Guardian also wants to meet the Holy Son."

Turning to see Zhang Peng approaching, Zhongli Wu fell silent for a moment before saying,

"Very well. Mother and Uncle Long should be together. Sixth Enshrined Guardian, bring the Holy Son over with me."

Listening quietly to their conversation, Yan Jingchuan was briefly dazed. An inexplicable unease rose within him. After leaving Shrek for so long, he was finally about to meet those two—his great-grandmother and great-grandfather.

The two led Yan Jingchuan through a special passage toward a secret room within the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters.

"Mother, Uncle Long, we have brought him."

"Supreme Cult Master, Supreme Enshrined Guardian, we have brought him."

The two bowed together toward the doors.

"Come in."

As a woman's voice rang out, the doors opened automatically.

Yan Jingchuan entered.

The room was spacious and quiet. The moment he stepped inside, Yan Jingchuan felt two gazes settle upon him.

A man and a woman sat facing one another on red sofas to either side, both examining him.

The man was tall and erect, and his extraordinary bearing was obvious at a glance. His silver hair was meticulously combed, and traces of heroic spirit remained between his brows. One could vaguely see how handsome he had been in his youth.

The woman stood over 1.7 meters tall, nearly 1.8. Her slender figure had exquisite curves, and her long jade-like legs were crossed beneath a blood-red gown. She looked noble, cold, and aloof.

Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui—two Level 99 Limit Douluo!

As their gazes met, the resonance of martial souls from the same source quietly stirred.

Long Xiaoyao appeared before Yan Jingchuan in a flash, startling Zhongli Wu and Zhang Peng.

"Uncle Long..."

"You two, leave first!"

Ye Xishui suddenly spoke.

Zhongli Wu froze. Just as he was about to call her Mother, Ye Xishui's gaze abruptly turned icy.

The pressure of a Limit Douluo left Zhongli Wu drenched in sweat.

"Yes, Mother."

After the two left, Long Xiaoyao could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and pressed a hand onto Yan Jingchuan's shoulder, asking tentatively,

"Child... do you know me?"

Yan Jingchuan's eyes reddened uncontrollably as he called out that title.

"Great-Grandfather..."

"Good, good, good! Good child!"

He suddenly pulled Yan Jingchuan into an embrace. This Level 99 Limit Douluo trembled all over.

"If I had known... if I had known, I should have gone to find you myself!"

Ye Xishui, her red dress draping around her, said nothing. Several times she tried to step forward, but each time her raised leg drew back.

Seeing this, Yan Jingchuan added,

"Great-Grandmother..."

Ye Xishui's body shook. She looked at Yan Jingchuan with eyes full of guilt.

"Child, you are still willing to acknowledge me? Acknowledge me as your great-grandmother?"

Yan Jingchuan nodded slightly. Before his eyes, it seemed as though something shattered within Ye Xishui's gaze, and tears streamed down her face.

Covering her face, she crouched down and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Xiaoyao... I deceived you. I wronged you..."

After calming himself and releasing Yan Jingchuan, Long Xiaoyao silently helped Ye Xishui to her feet.

He was silent for a long time before letting out a deep sigh.

"Xi Shui, it is all in the past. I do not blame you. You only hid it from me too well. If Jingchuan, who inherited our martial souls, had not appeared, I fear I would never have known the truth for the rest of my life."