The Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult

Gu Ming's head buzzed.

Wait, he hadn't even agreed yet, and Zhongli Wu had shamelessly approved it—and made it sound so wonderful.

Zhongli Wu didn't seem to have said anything wrong, either. Every word was true.

But he still wanted to put up a little resistance.

So Gu Ming asked quietly, "Big brother, can I think about it?"

Think about it? What else is there to think about? Joining the Holy Church is your best way forward... Without another word, Zhongli Wu's eyes turned blood-red. "Little fellow, I won't hurt you. The reason I invited you to join the Holy Church is because we're the same kind!!"

At that moment, the aura emanating from the Death God Demon Puppet met the evil aura of the Spider Martial Soul.

Gu Ming sighed, knowing full well that he was destined to follow the path of the Holy Spirit Cult.

In an Evil Soul Master's hands, he had no choice but to bow his head.

Gu Ming sighed and nodded. "All right, I agree to join the Holy Church!"

Overjoyed at his words, Zhongli Wu let out an eerie laugh, laughing with utterly unbridled abandon.

The Holy Church's Holy Son had taken his rightful place!

Even Gu Ming jumped at Zhongli Wu's laughter, muttering inwardly, Surely there's no need to get this excited?

Isn't it just twin martial souls? You could grab them by the handful on this continent.

Yet when Gu Ming looked at the spider crawling on the ground and the Tianjing Beast that resembled a qilin, everything became clear.

Twin martial souls, two Divine Weapons—he would have been excited, too.

Feng Ling reached out and patted Gu Ming's shoulder, smiling brightly. "Don't be afraid. That's just how the cult leader laughs. I'm the same, too. From now on, you'll not only have to learn this laugh, but also use it on the right occasions. Heeheehee..."

Gu Ming's lips moved. "Big sister, like this? Hehehe..."

He deliberately imitated the laugh, sounding remarkably similar.

Hearing it, Zhongli Wu couldn't help being astonished. He laughed and patted Gu Ming's shoulder. "Good lad, you catch on fast! Remember, this is how we members of the Holy Church should laugh. Hehehe..."

Gu Ming: "Hehehe..."

Feng Ling: "Heeheehee..."

Together, the three of them really did look like a family.

Early the next morning, Gu Ming left the orphanage in the Heaven Dou Empire with Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, flying toward the Sun Moon Empire.

As an orphan with no parents, Gu Ming naturally had no loose ends to tie up, nor anything he couldn't leave behind.

From that moment on, he was the Holy Church's Holy Son.

The thought stirred a little wistfulness in him!

He had clearly wanted to become a hero, yet he had awakened the Demonic Weapon Spider Soul and the divine weapon Heavenly Crystal instead. His birthplace was unknown, and he had even run into familiar figures from the Holy Spirit Cult.

Just then, Zhongli Wu, who was carrying Gu Ming through the air, said gravely, "Little fellow, from now on, I'm going to teach you a few principles for dealing with people."

Gu Ming sat up straight. "Please go ahead, Cult Leader."

Zhongli Wu cleared his throat and said earnestly, "The Holy Church is full of unruly fellows. Within the Holy Church, whoever has the biggest fist is in the right. Your first task is to grow strong and suppress those old fellows."

"One more thing: never be softhearted. If someone wants to kill you, you'd better kill him first. That's the only way to ensure your own safety."

"Remember, never be softhearted. As long as you're ruthless enough, those old fellows won't bully you, even before you've grown strong. Otherwise..."

He left the last sentence unfinished, leaving the child to think it through himself.

Even Zhongli Wu had grown stronger one step at a time, and he had dealt with those old fellows plenty in the past.

After listening, Gu Ming narrowed his eyes. "Cult Leader, I understand."

Then he silently looked at the Spider King, who had shrunk down and was sleeping on his shoulder, a bright gleam flashing through his eyes.

Beside them, Feng Ling giggled. "Cult Leader, don't frighten the Holy Son. If those old fellows dare bully him, I'll be the first to deal with them and show them what cruelty means!!"

"Thank you, Deputy Cult Leader, big sister," Gu Ming said sweetly.

Feng Ling blinked her bright, captivating eyes and smiled. "You little fellow really know what to say. Let me give you a hug."

Without any chance to resist, Gu Ming was pulled into her ample bosom, leaving him a little short of breath.

Zhongli Wu showed little reaction, considering it perfectly normal for Feng Ling's maternal instincts to overflow.

The Sun Moon Empire, the Evil Demon Forest, the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.

After traveling for a day, Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling returned to the Holy Church with Gu Ming and immediately summoned the entire cult to headquarters to witness the Holy Son's arrival.

Within just a few hours, the members of the Holy Spirit Cult who had been busy elsewhere hurried back to the Holy Church. Even several elders set aside their tasks.

They wanted to see just what sort of genius this long-awaited Holy Son was.

At that moment.

Gu Ming sat in the distinctive underground palace, looking at his unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, feeling that it was terribly strange.

He truly had no choice but to take this path.

Even if he was a normal Soul Master, the moment the Spider Martial Soul appeared, certain people would still brand him an Evil Soul Master and eliminate him.

Taking this path early didn't seem like a bad thing, either.

Gu Ming even comforted himself inwardly that these were merely a group of Soul Masters devoted to their pursuits, who simply couldn't fit in with certain hypocrites.

Just then, Feng Ling strode briskly to the doorway and asked with a smile, "Are you ready, Holy Son? The cult leader and the elders have been waiting for quite some time."

Gu Ming stood up. "Big sister, I'm ready."

Then he patted the Spider King at his feet and called out, "Spider Martial Soul, it's your turn to perform. Give those old fellows a little pressure. This is our first step toward establishing ourselves in the Holy Church."

The four eyes on the Spider King's head lit up, gleaming with a deep red light, and he spoke in a human voice. "Rest assured, Master. Spider Martial Soul won't let you down."

Gu Ming nodded, turned, and leaped onto the Spider King's back, disappearing from the underground palace.

Elsewhere, in the Holy Spirit Cult's great hall.

The entire cult had gathered outside, leaving a broad, clear avenue. The elders stood at the very front, while Cult Leader Zhongli Wu sat high above them in a grand armchair.

The elders' stance was also clear. The position of Holy Son was no joke; it bore the Holy Church's future on its shoulders. If this Holy Son proved inadequate, they would even drag him down from his position.

Zhongli Wu knew this perfectly well and sneered inwardly... A bunch of old fools who've never seen the world. The one who'll put you in your place has arrived.

Below him, the elders were deep in discussion.

"The position of Holy Son is being treated far too lightly. It has stood vacant in our cult for so many years. We can't just casually find someone with an evil martial soul to inherit it. Unless he has half the talent Evil Infant Douluo had back then, I absolutely refuse to agree."

"Alas, the cult leader really does love putting us old bones through trouble. Why find some Holy Son when everything was going perfectly well? Aren't we old bones enough for the Holy Church?"

"I share Elder Nangong Wan's views. We're all unwaveringly loyal elders of the Holy Church!"

Zhongli Wu heard these remarks but made no response.

No one could stop his determination to appoint a Holy Son. This was something that had to be done.

The Holy Church's future could not remain in the hands of a bunch of old bones. It needed young people to shoulder the great beam.

Just then, a voice rang out from outside: "His Highness the Holy Son has arrived!"