"Yes, ma'am!"
Feeling Feng Ling's gaze, Nana felt a chill run down her spine.
Her dark red hair, styled in a neat ponytail, swayed slightly behind her. Shivering, Nana, clad in black combat attire, clasped her hands in respect.
Having survived in the Holy Spirit Cult for many years, she was well aware of the Elders and Saints' terrifying nature. They were all powerful Evil Soul Masters, mostly capable of killing without blinking, their cultivation built upon the lives of others.
And she was only a Saint of the Holy Spirit Cult. These so-called Saints were actually candidates being groomed to serve the Holy Son and Holy Maiden. A more accurate term for them was Holy Servant.
Feng Ling gave Nana a cold glance and then entered the room with Su Qingfeng.
Behind Feng Ling, Su Qingfeng nodded to Nana. He remembered her name, and she was also a pitiful person. Her parents' souls were imprisoned within the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Altar, and her own aptitude aligned with the cultivation of Evil Soul Masters, forcing her to work for the cult.
Inside the room, three people in white robes were seated. Upon seeing Feng Ling, they all knelt slightly on one knee, and solemnly recited the slogan:
"May the Holy Emperor live ten thousand years, and may the Holy Maiden's beauty last forever."
"Greetings, Deputy Cult Master. The Guardians, Elders, and the Cult Master have been waiting for you, Deputy Cult Master. Please, come in!"
If any Holy Spirit Cult disciples were present, they would be astonished. These three were not just any ordinary people on the continent; they were the top three Holy Spirit Disciples, all with Soul Rings above the sixth.
Feng Ling didn't need any tokens or passwords; her face was the best identification.
Going further from the small house's living room, there was a conference room. The lighting in the conference room was dim, and the furnishings were simple. There were no excessive decorations; everything was made of black wood and black profound stones, with dim wall lamps shaped like the God of Death.
More than ten black stools were arranged on both sides. At the top, there was only one stool, which was also the most exquisite, looking like a throne. The back was a hollowed-out God of Death, who was manipulating three puppets, looking very eerie.
At this moment, there were about ten people in the conference room. Three or five people were sitting on the black stools on each side of the room, and Zhongli Wu was sitting on the sub-altar's throne.
They were talking, and it was about Su Qingfeng.
These people were either Guardians or Elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, and their strength was generally above level ninety.
Nearly ten Titled Douluo had gathered so casually. Even Shrek Academy would probably be surprised by such a foundation.
"Cult Master, where does this Su Qingfeng get such charm? Is it really appropriate for us, the Holy Spirit Cult, to have already fallen out with Shrek Academy for him?"
"To be frank, I've long been displeased with that bunch of Shrek Academy trash. They even established a Shrek Supervisory Group, specifically targeting us Evil Soul Masters. They have too much free time to meddle in other people's business. If a fight breaks out, I'll take their Shrek Supervisory Group as the first sacrifices, jie jie."
"Elder Ming Lei, don't underestimate the people from Shrek Academy. Elder Shui Yan has already died at their hands, and Elders You Ming and Tian Wu have also fallen into their hands. The chances of them surviving are probably slim. Losing three Elders at once is no small loss for our Holy Spirit Cult."
"That's precisely why I question whether it's worth it for a single Su Qingfeng."
These Guardians and Elders of the Holy Spirit Cult had basically never seen Su Qingfeng and naturally felt that sacrificing three Elders for a young man was a huge loss.
A Guardian in black clothing said in a low voice, "It's impossible to save Elders Shui Yan, You Ming, and Tian Wu. There's no use in saying these things now. What we don't know is where the Deputy Cult Master took that kid. Did they encounter disaster? Or are they being pursued? How is there no trace of them?"
"Cult Master, say something!"
In the meeting room, the Guardians and Elders all looked towards Zhongli Wu.
Zhongli Wu sat in his seat, his expression far from pleasant.
He had no idea where Feng Ling had taken Su Qingfeng!
He had been chased by Titan for two days and two nights! That guy was simply a human-shaped tank; he couldn't beat him at all! If it weren't for the dark weather he encountered at the end, taking advantage of the terrain to sneak away, he probably wouldn't have survived!
He was a Level 98 powerhouse, yet he was beaten to this state.
Even now, he was still filled with lingering fear.
This wasn't surprising for Zhongli Wu. After all, Titan had descended from the God Realm and was a Level 99 powerhouse. Forget Zhongli Wu; even Long Xiaoyao wouldn't have a high chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
Because of this, he spent the entire time escaping, with no mind to spare for others.
But logically speaking, Long Xiaoyao had already held back Mu En and Yan Shaozhe, so Feng Ling should have had every opportunity to escape their sight, and it was impossible for her to have vanished without a trace.
"Alright, stop arguing. Since we've taken action, it means Su Qingfeng is worth our effort. If you have the chance to meet him, you'll understand."
"As for their whereabouts, all we can do now is have the disciples investigate. We can only wait," Zhongli Wu said.
At that moment, Feng Ling pushed open the door and entered:
"No need to wait, we're back."
Two figures stood in the light, the radiance seeming to penetrate the darkness.
Immediately, Zhongli Wu stood up abruptly, and the other Guardians and Elders also rose, calling out: "Vice Cult Master!"
"Seven days. A full seven days you've been gone. Where have you been?"
Zhongli Wu couldn't help but question.
In the mountains, shameless and unrestrained, with the sun rising and the moon setting, Feng Ling and Su Qingfeng didn't know how many days had truly passed. A full seven days, no wonder Feng Ling had exhausted Su Qingfeng so much.
"You... broke through?"
Zhongli Wu looked at Feng Ling with suspicion. He felt that seeing her again this time, not only had her skin become smoother and more beautiful, but even her temperament and mental state had changed.
It was as if she had consumed some heaven and earth treasure, or even broken through a level.
Feng Ling brushed her hair, secretly glanced at Su Qingfeng with an ambiguous look, and said lightly:
"These past few days, I did indeed have some opportunities, which brought me immense pleasure. But now it's all over, do you still want to punish me?"
Facing Zhongli Wu's questioning, Feng Ling said coldly, not afraid at all. Her relationship with Zhongli Wu was not deep; it was more of a cooperative one.
Just what was she talking about? Chance encounter, or… "chicken fate"?
"Punishment is out of the question. We simply want to understand the circumstances. It's good that you've returned. Su Qingfeng, you've finally come to our Holy Spirit Cult. The door to a new world is open for you. Welcome!"
Zhongli Wu couldn't shake the feeling that there was some kind of special connection between Feng Ling and Su Qingfeng, but he didn't dwell on it. Seeing Su Qingfeng, he was ecstatic. This was the Su Qingfeng, leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, the one the Sea God Pavilion had elevated to godhood, and now he was going to be the Holy Spirit Cult's gain!
"Is that Su Qingfeng?"
"He seems ordinary. Nothing special about him. And he's wearing a mask."
"Are the Cult Master and the others sure about this?"
Some of the Elders and Guardians in the meeting room were secretly observing Su Qingfeng, doubts creeping into their minds. This unremarkable fellow, with barely any detectable soul power fluctuations, was supposed to be an Evil Seed, a once-in-an-epoch talent?
"Su Qingfeng has been brought before you. We welcome the Supreme Elder."
Feng Ling ignored the Guardians and Elders. Instead, she slightly cupped her hands towards the figure behind the black curtain, deep within the meeting room, and spoke respectfully.
With Feng Ling's words, the other Guardians and Elders fell silent, lowering their heads respectfully and waiting to the side. Even Zhongli Wu lowered his head, his expression complex.
Through the dim light, only Su Qingfeng was fearless, directly looking at the shadowy figure in the depths.
Was that the former Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, another Level 99 Ultimate Douluo on the continent, Ye Xishui?
A dignified Ultimate Douluo, the strongest in the Holy Spirit Cult, a stunning woman who could incite the Dragon God Douluo and Dragon Emperor Douluo to fight and become enemies – and she had been waiting for his arrival. He certainly had a lot of face.
Su Qingfeng gave a wry smile.
My entire life, I've walked on thin ice…
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