The woman's gaze was intensely wary, her eyes locked firmly on Sunday, but he paid it no mind.
He merely fell silent, gazing quietly at the woman. "I told you, what I yearn for is equality."
"I wish to create an equal paradise where everyone can live."
"There will be no divisions of rank there, nor powerful Soul Masters ruling over everything."
"This is my ideal, and I will not change it."
Sunday's voice was calm, and puppets swiftly formed ranks behind him.
These puppets were the complete manifestation of his ability, as well as his Martial Soul.
The main reason Li Qingxun had chosen this direction rather than using Sunday's other traits was that his ideals were far too terrifying.
If his ideals truly spread throughout this world, even Li Qingxun feared being implicated.
So, after weighing everything, the Martial Soul he had bestowed upon Sunday was these puppets, which could revive forever.
Moreover, the number of these Ice Puppets would keep increasing, and their strength would continue to grow.
Sunday understood why he himself had been weakened, yet his words had not changed in the slightest.
Listening to Sunday, the woman gave him a long, searching look, but there was no murderous intent in her voice.
"Remember your words. You are now a subordinate of Lord Dark Phoenix."
"As long as you are willing to devote yourself to Lord Dark Phoenix, our lord will not make things difficult for you."
"From now on, Eastsea City will be your territory. Every Evil Soul Master will know of your existence."
The woman stared deeply at him, then stepped forward, her entire figure merging into the shadows and swiftly vanishing.
As the woman disappeared, leaving only Sunday standing there, Li Qingxun's eyes brightened slightly.
"Not bad. I never expected you to take control of the entire Holy Spirit Cult here in just a few days, and even establish contact with their superiors."
"All of this came from your guidance, boss. Without it, I could never have come this far."
Sunday's voice was gentle and warm, but Li Qingxun merely smiled at his words.
He was not the sort of boss who enjoyed flattery, so his reaction barely changed.
"All right, manage the Holy Spirit Cult well."
"I want you to gather every Evil Soul Master in Eastsea City as quickly as possible."
"What I want isn't the Holy Spirit Cult's method of voluntary recruitment or covert control."
"I want every Evil Soul Master in all of Eastsea City to serve me!"
"Whether you control them or manipulate their minds, use whatever means you need."
"Within half a month, I want them to become your deathsworn, or your believers."
A hint of amusement colored Li Qingxun's tone. With this group of Evil Soul Masters, together with Toji Fushiguro, destroying the Spirit Pagoda and the Tang Sect would become much easier.
As for whether Eastsea City's Holy Spirit Cult would later be wiped out in the two major organizations' purge, that would have nothing to do with him.
He did not care about any of that, as long as they could serve his purposes.
When the time came, all of this would count as achievements. Once Sunday reported them, he might even become an executive officer of the Holy Spirit Cult in Shrek City.
Or he could rise slowly. After all, with Li Qingxun's clones around, whoever dared block Sunday's path could simply be killed.
In Li Qingxun's eyes, this was a fairly simple matter.
Sunday bowed slightly in response, and then the connection between their perspectives broke off.
The afternoon passed quickly, with Li Qingxun quietly cultivating throughout it.
His current soul power level was already very close to three rings, but he still needed at least another fortnight or so to officially break through.
That was only because his cultivation speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. Otherwise, breaking through would still be very difficult.
His pill reserves had also dwindled considerably, but after tonight...
Everything would be different.
After all, once he established contact with his clone, he could retrieve everything that had not been delivered to his main body in time.
With the Seven Strings Ring in his possession serving as a link, as long as Old Tang dared establish contact with Tang San and draw on his power...
He would not mind taking advantage of it to forcibly send down the things he needed.
That would also spare him from having to establish contact after reaching three rings. Or rather, he could establish contact one more time and send down even more things.
"Alchemy techniques are rare on the Douluo Continent, but in the Divine Realm, those so-called alchemy techniques should be everywhere."
"Especially pills intended for those below the level of gods, and the methods for refining them. There should be plenty of those."
"Once my clone sends all of them down to me, my grand undertaking in alchemy can begin."
As Li Qingxun thought about it, his expression relaxed considerably.
When night fell, he opened the door and swiftly leaped away.
He did not concern himself with whether Tang Wulin had been captured, instead heading straight to No. 138 in the East District.
Upon arriving, he looked at the somewhat dilapidated little villa before him and calmly approached it.
At the villa's entrance, Li Qingxun knocked, and the door slowly opened.
An enormously burly middle-aged man stood in the doorway. Looking at Li Qingxun, he furrowed his brow.
He thought the young man before him looked somewhat familiar, but he could not place him right away. After all, Li Qingxun was wearing a face mask.
Still, he respectfully stepped aside and led Li Qingxun inside.
On the second floor, an illusory secret realm had already opened: Gu Yue's Small World.
Gu Yue was waiting at the entrance, while another middle-aged man stood humbly to one side.
His long black hair hung loose, accented by a few strands of gold, and he wore an ornate black casual outfit.
His gaze was exceptionally respectful. Sensing Li Qingxun's arrival, the black-haired middle-aged man looked up.
His brow furrowed as well. He also found the person before him familiar, but could not place him immediately.
After all, having lived so many years, he understood that some people resembled one another.
Yet he kept feeling that something was off about the young man before him; he simply could not figure it out just then.
After all, black hair and black eyes were rare, or rather, there were not many people like that in this world.
But having lived so many years, he had naturally seen people of that type before.
So he did not dwell on it, and as the two stepped inside together, the group entered.
Gu Yue looked toward Li Qingxun, her expression still somewhat nervous.
After all, this was Tang San's son. Tang San had long since discovered her, and had even factored her into his schemes.
Once she drew out this power, even Gu Yue herself could not be certain of the outcome.
But upon noticing Gu Yue's rather serious gaze, Li Qingxun's expression remained unchanged.
He simply sat there quietly and gave Gu Yue a signal.
Seeing the young man calmly nod at her, Gu Yue took a deep breath.
She pressed her finger against the brow of the already unconscious Tang Wulin, and a glimmer of golden light appeared.
A drop of golden blood condensed, slowly flowing into her fingertip.
But the instant that power flowed into her, an utterly terrifying aura coalesced.
Within Tang Wulin's sea of consciousness, a pair of eyes suddenly opened. Then a figure enveloped entirely in golden light descended upon the world once more.
At that same moment, in the Sea God's Residence in the Divine Realm, Tang San's eyes suddenly opened as well.
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