The Holy Spirit Cult hunts souls again, Tang San lays a trap

Several figures rushed out of the outer edge of Sunset Forest. Jing Hongchen did not linger and parted ways with Zhongli Wu and the other two. He activated his high-altitude Flying Soul Tool and rushed back to Ming Capital at full speed with the Golden Scale Jade Leaf Flower he had just acquired.

Ever since Mingde Hall was attacked by the Body Sect, he had been wary of the Shrek Academy taking their anger out on the two juniors in desperation, so he found an excuse to bring Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen back to Ming Capital for safekeeping.

Now that he holds the Immortal Herb that can resolve the hidden dangers in his grandson's body, he is even more unwilling to linger outside for a moment longer.

Zhongli Wu, Feng Ling, and Zhang Peng changed direction and headed straight for their temporary lodging Heaven Dou City.

Inside the dilapidated farmhouse bedroom, Ma Xiaotao had already stopped crying.

She sat alone on the edge of the earthen bed, her arms resting on her knees. She heard the sound of something falling and footsteps coming from outside the courtyard gate, but she didn't react at all, as if the fire had burned out.

Gu Mingyuan had been sitting cross-legged under the eaves outside the room, cultivating. Sensing the three auras descending into the courtyard, he immediately stopped his cultivation, stood up, and nodded slightly to the three approaching individuals.

"Cult Master, Vice Cult Master, Elder Zhang."

Feng Ling stopped and glanced at the tightly closed wooden door. "Is there anything wrong with her?"

"No, he just doesn't talk much," Gu Mingyuan replied.

Zhongli Wu waved his hand. "It's alright, the Holy Cult has no shortage of strength and methods."

After saying that, he reached out and pushed open the door, and he and Feng Ling stepped over the threshold one after the other.

Hearing the soft sound of the door hinges turning, Ma Xiaotao slowly raised her head. Her gaze lingered on Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling's faces for a moment, but she didn't say a word before quickly turning her head to look at the corner of the wall.

Zhongli Wu stopped two steps away from the bed and raised his hand, releasing a chilling surge of Soul Power.

The phoenix Origin Source within Ma Xiaotao, which had not yet subsided, surged uncontrollably under the pull of this evil Soul Power.

Her shoulders trembled, and she gritted her teeth in resistance, but a phantom image of a phoenix with blackened wings was still forcibly pulled out from behind her.

Zhongli Wu stared at the phoenix figure, which exuded an evil aura, for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Transformed so quickly, and still so lucid. Very good, even better than I expected."

Standing to the side, Feng Ling's gaze swept over the few phoenix feathers on the illusory figure that had turned completely black, and a smile appeared on her face.

Hearing the two men's comments, Ma Xiaotao's emotions, which had finally calmed down, became chaotic again. In the end, she turned her face to the innermost wall without saying a word and closed her eyes.

Zhongli Wu ignored her resistance, withdrew his Soul Power, and turned to leave the room. Reaching the courtyard, he stopped and turned to look at Gu Mingyuan was guarding the corridor:

"I heard you're level 50?"

"I just broke through not long ago." Gu Mingyuan cupped his hands in greeting.

Zhongli Wu took half a step around him, looked him up and down, and his smile became even more pronounced:

"Excellent! Excellent! The Holy Cult should flourish!"

Feng Ling followed and said, "I promised that once this matter is over, I will take him to retrieve his fifth Soul Ring."

Zhongli Wu readily agreed, "Then let's go to the Star Dou Great Forest and find another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

Gu Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat. Zhang Peng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, also raised his eyes upon hearing this, his gaze falling on Zhongli Wu.

"Leave the Soul Bone to the elders of the the Cult, and give the Soul Ring to Mingyuan using the same method as last time."

"Leave only the portion of the Beast Soul needed for the sacrifice, and give the rest, along with the blood, to Zhang Peng for refinement. Keep a portion for yourself..."

At this point, Zhongli Wu drew out his words, glancing sideways at the tightly closed door. "The other part... is for our future Holy Maiden, consider it a welcoming gift."

Even if he only gave up half of the Origin Source blood essence and Beast Soul of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, it would be enough to allow him to advance further. A smile immediately appeared on Zhang Peng's face as he bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"The Cult Master is wise."

Gu Mingyuan also bowed and said, "Thank you, Cult Master."

Zhongli Wu raised his hand to signal. "Send people to gather information first. Once a suitable one is found, then allocate manpower."

Feng Ling agreed, turned around and walked to the corner of the courtyard, took out her Communication Soul Tool to contact the cult members who were lurking near the Star Dou Great Forest.

Sunset Forest, within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Huo Yuhao silently cut off the sound in his Sea of Consciousness.

Hearing Tian Meng's words, he subconsciously turned his gaze to Tang San, who was standing behind Xuan Zi.

Tang San noticed his gaze, but didn't look away; he went straight to meet it.

"It's your good fortune that the Body Sect is willing to put in the effort to teach you. The academy has already made arrangements for you; just go there and focus on your cultivation."

Huo Yuhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

Du Busi stood a few steps away, clearly seeing Huo Yuhao's dejected expression as he lowered his head, as well as the exchange of glances between the Shrek Seven Devils.

He raised an eyebrow, then suddenly took two steps closer, his tall figure completely blocking Huo Yuhao's view of Tang San: "What, do you feel wronged going to this old man's place?"

Huo Yuhao quickly composed himself and shook his head, replying, "This junior wouldn't dare."

Sooner or later you'll realize the value of today.

After saying Du Busi turned around and opened his Palm directly towards Xuan Zi:

"I'll take Yuhao with me today. And that Immortal Herb, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

Xuan Zi had just uncorked the bottle and taken a sip of wine when he heard this urging, and he immediately couldn't drink the rest.

Behind Du Busi, Lang Ya and Yu Tao, two Body Sect Elder, stood on either side of him, their eyes fixed on him. Dai Hao, who had just been forcibly dragged onto the ship, also stood nearby. Now was definitely not the time to turn against the Body Sect.

Xuan Zi feigned composure, tightened the gourd's opening, and asked with a stern face:

What kind of product do you want?

"Those that enhance Spiritual Power and replenish the foundation of one's spirit are best." Du Busi second thought.

He always remembered the time when Long Aotian lost to Wan Zhanghan in the competition.

The disciples of the Body Sect possess formidable physical strength, but they are prone to suffering setbacks on the spiritual level. This weakness should be addressed as soon as possible, rather than delayed.

Xuan Zi had only a superficial understanding of the Medicinal Herb, so he immediately turned to look at Tang San behind him.

Tang San frowned almost imperceptibly:

It has to be something spiritual or mental.

In the entire Herb Garden, the best "Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew a type of herb) has already been harvested, the Silver-Veined Purple Lingzhi has fallen into Gu Mingyuan's hands, and he himself just took a Calming Spirit Herb to suppress the rift in his Divine Soul.

He planned to keep the few remaining high-grade spiritual treasures in the garden to slowly nurture his Divine Soul; how could he possibly let the Body Sect take them away for nothing?

Tang San's gaze swept across the herb garden, quickly settling on a ginseng plant at the edge that was entirely white with leaves that shimmered with a pale silver luster.

"Moonlight Snow Ginseng." Tang San pointed.

"This one is suitable."

The ginseng plant was quite old, but it had not yet developed sentience. A layer of hazy silver mist gathered beneath its broad leaves. Even from a distance of more than ten steps, getting a little closer would make one feel a cool sensation in their mind and clear their spirit.

Du Busi followed the finger's gaze, his eyes lighting up instantly, and he stepped forward to pick it.

But after taking only half a step, he abruptly stopped, turned to look at Xuan Zi, and his face was full of strange expressions:

"I'm trying to talk to you about business, and you're letting a child choose medicine for you?"