Secret History of the Holy Spirit Cult

A night passed.

When Huo Yuhao woke up, he only felt a chill around his lower body. Looking down, he saw that his underwear had vanished without a trace. Startled, he hurriedly curled up and carefully checked the poor fellow that had caught cold.

His memories gradually returned, and Huo Yuhao slowly recalled what had happened the previous night.

Other than the final moment when he had passed out and fallen asleep, there were no gaps in his memory. Perhaps that was precisely what made a Spirit-type Soul Master exceptional.

Even during the period when he had lost his senses, his memories had been recorded with perfect clarity.

"My first kiss is gone..." Huo Yuhao was on the verge of tears, yet he could not help licking his lips, as though savoring something.

Then he saw four large words carved into the wall behind him with Soul Power—

Short and weak!

Huo Yuhao flew into a rage. Fine, just you wait! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never mock a poor youth!

After moving his body around, Huo Yuhao found nothing unusual and relaxed. Since Zhongli Wu had brought him back to his lair, he would certainly invest effort into grooming him. All Huo Yuhao could do now was go through the motions and make the most of his identity as the Holy Son.

The moment he left the attic, Huo Yuhao found people already waiting outside: a pair of sweet-looking twin girls.

"Feifei/Yingying greets the Holy Son."

"Mm." Huo Yuhao acted extremely coldly. With his current Spiritual Power, he did not even need to look at them to sense the fervor in the two maids' eyes. As the saying went, what one could not obtain was always the best. Since every Holy Spirit Cult member was so eager for him, he might as well keep them hanging.

"The Cult Leader ordered that once the Holy Son awoke, we would lead you to see him."

"Then let's go." Huo Yuhao had no idea what kind of trial awaited him from the Holy Spirit Cult's upper ranks, but he first had to establish the bearing expected of a Holy Son.

Seeing Huo Yuhao's indifferent expression, the two maids did not dare reveal much either. They could only obediently lead Huo Yuhao deeper into the great hall.

Evil Soul Masters, who were usually difficult to find, could be seen everywhere here. Whenever they saw Huo Yuhao, they bowed in greeting. In truth, Evil Soul Masters were about as rare among humanity as Soul Masters themselves, and Huo Yuhao saw quite a few unusual martial souls along the way.

Through conversation, Huo Yuhao also coaxed out the martial souls and abilities of the two maids before him. Well, would you look at that—White Snake and Green Snake. No wonder they possessed such seductive charm at such a young age. Snakes were naturally... well, that way. Huo Yuhao could not help suspecting Zhongli Wu's intentions in placing these two by his side.

After winding through a long corridor and passing through layer upon layer of buildings, the three finally entered an ancestral hall and arrived at their destination.

Zhongli Wu and several elder-level Holy Spirit Cult higher-ups had long been waiting there. Huo Yuhao sharply noticed that Zhongli Wu's group was kneeling on prayer cushions, all wearing devout expressions. Before them lay a bottomless abyss, within which only the head of a massive stone statue was visible.

Were they conducting a ritual?

The two maids took a step back and stood still. Clearly, they were not qualified to proceed any farther. Huo Yuhao thoughtfully glanced at the abyss, then stepped forward.

"Yuan Jia, come here." Zhongli Wu turned around, his expression solemn.

"Cult Leader." Huo Yuhao could only obey and walk over.

"As the Holy Son, you must accept the Supreme Evil Baptism Inheritance. No matter what kind of past you have, after this, I will be completely at ease entrusting the Holy Spirit Cult to you."

"Your real name should be Huo Yuhao, correct?" Zhongli Wu had clearly sent people to investigate Huo Yuhao's background, so the higher-ups were all rather displeased that he had concealed his true name.

"Reporting to the Cult Leader, I used a false name yesterday only for self-protection." Huo Yuhao neither grovelled nor acted arrogant. He did not have any particularly notable background at present anyway. Even if they uncovered his identity as the Duke White Tiger's son, he had ways to deal with it.

"Child, you have suffered." To Huo Yuhao's surprise, Zhongli Wu stepped forward and gently rubbed his head. "I never expected that because of your lowly birth, the Holy Son of our Cult was treated like a servant and bullied in that Ducal Palace."

Huo Yuhao was immediately bewildered. His birth was lowly? But with his powerful Spiritual Power, his thoughts raced, and he quickly understood. So the Duchess had indirectly provided an important cover for his true identity.

"That explosion at the Ducal Palace—was it your doing with Soul Guidance Shells?" Zhongli Wu continued to ask expressionlessly.

"It was." Huo Yuhao did not intend to deny this, because he still wanted to use the Holy Spirit Cult's help to take revenge on Duke White Tiger, who was away on campaign, and his two sons who had gone to Shrek Academy.

"Those nobles treated me like dirt and caused my mother's death. I swear that one day, I will wipe out the White Tiger bloodline!" As Huo Yuhao spoke, his eyes reddened, and a towering fury that came from the depths of his soul surged forth. Such resentment could never be faked.

Seeing Huo Yuhao like this, Zhongli Wu's expression became even more satisfied. He quickly exchanged looks with the other elders, and their previous resentment over Huo Yuhao concealing his true name immediately vanished.

"No one may bully the Holy Son of our Cult. Once the inheritance is complete, I will personally arrange people to avenge you."

"No!" Huo Yuhao's eyes were red. "I want to grow stronger myself and personally deal with those who hurt my mother!"

The madness Huo Yuhao displayed nearly made Zhongli Wu bloom with delight. If a Soul Master always thought of borrowing another's hand to avenge himself, then his achievements would surely be extremely limited. Huo Yuhao had also grasped the mentality of these Evil Soul Masters. His act was half real and half false, successfully making the Holy Spirit Cult lower its guard against him.

"Holy Son, come with me." Zhongli Wu took Huo Yuhao's little hand and led him closer to the abyss.

"Do you know the foundation upon which the Holy Spirit Cult was established?"

"Is the inheritance of our Cult down there?" Huo Yuhao had never seen these secrets in the original work, so he could only ask.

"Correct. The reason our Cult has so few rivals in this world is precisely because of our supreme inheritance." As Zhongli Wu spoke, he looked exactly like a pilgrim worshipping his faith.

"Because the being who bestowed our Cult's inheritance is a supreme god!"

"What?" Huo Yuhao nearly cried out. It felt as though he had grasped something in his heart, yet he did not dare say it aloud.

"For a long time, the Holy Spirit Cult has been ostracized by every power on the continent, merely because our followers have awakened all kinds of evil martial souls, causing devastation and committing endless crimes. Yet this is precisely the task and trial bestowed upon us by the gods."

"Ever since the Slaughter City secret realm suffered a catastrophic disaster ten thousand years ago, that evil paradise sank underground and, with crustal movement, drifted here."

"There are two Gods of Slaughter in this world. One is the great Asura Godhood inherited by that hypocrite Tang San; the other is the Supreme Evil Rakshasa Godhood, our most precious inheritance."

"Ten thousand years ago, our god once killed Tang San, but that shameless God Realm Enforcer revived him and even gave him the complete Asura Godhood. This led to our god's defeat and death, and the God Realm even struck our god's name from its records because of it."

Supreme Evil Slaughter God Rakshasa. Huo Yuhao's heart tightened. What Zhongli Wu meant should be the Rakshasa inheritance Bibi Dong had left behind on Douluo Continent after the Rakshasa God's death.

To be honest, he did not particularly want to inherit this godhood. The original work had described how thoroughly the Rakshasa God was restrained by the Asura God. If he became the Rakshasa God in the future, would he not still be pressed to the ground and rubbed around by God King Tang after arriving in the God Realm? That was not what he wanted.

The Rakshasa God, Angel God, and Sea God were all First-Rank Gods, while the Asura God, whose attack power was absurdly high, was a God King. The gap between them was enormous. To use Douluo IV's original wording, if a First-Rank God could be counted as level one hundred and twenty, then a God King started at no less than level one hundred and fifty. Adding the restraining factor, that Dual Gods Battle Dual Gods ten thousand years ago had actually been completely one-sided.

Should he inherit it or not? Huo Yuhao fell into an intense internal struggle.

Let me fill in a plot hole for Sanshui. This is a story written from my own perspective, so please do not flame it if you dislike it. Thank you.