After Ye Xishui gave her instructions regarding the subsequent matters and the appointment of Su Qingfeng as the Holy Spirit Cult's highest Saint Son, she dismissed the elders and the honored guests.
Only Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling resided in the rooms surrounding the courtyard, ready to respond to any summons.
Su Qingfeng was then brought into the inner chamber by Ye Xishui, who seemed to care for him deeply, holding his hand with great affection.
The inner chamber was even larger than the meeting hall, and the decor was somber. The light carried a hint of unsettling crimson. Any normal person entering this space would be filled with trepidation.
In the center of the inner chamber were several steps, and within the hollowed-out space, a dark red flame burned, scorching an irregular, translucent object with a longest diameter of about five meters.
In this branch's Sacred Altar, Su Qingfeng could feel the cries of the Undead/Spirits. They were struggling within, in great pain.
This reminded Su Qingfeng of the time in the Mingdou Mountain Range when the Evil Soul Master, who claimed to be a messenger of Death, had given him that evil core. If the thousands of Undead/Spirits inside hadn't been absorbed by Su Qingfeng, their ultimate fate would have been to be sent into this Sacred Altar.
The previous thousands of Undead/Spirits had already caused Su Qingfeng to become somewhat demonic. This Sacred Altar in the Holy Spirit Cult's Mingdu branch held tens of thousands of Undead/Spirits. Once they erupted, the consequences were truly unimaginable.
Similarly, even the branch Sacred Altars imprisoned so many Undead/Spirits. One could only imagine how many Undead/Spirits the Holy Spirit Cult's main Sacred Altar controlled? And how many innocent lives had they taken?
Five hundred thousand? A million? Or even tens of millions?
Feeling the pain of these Undead/Spirits, Su Qingfeng deeply understood his teacher Mu En's painstaking efforts: how important it was to have a team that maintained peace and suppressed the Evil Soul Masters!
Perhaps Su Qingfeng didn't have such a sense of responsibility—placing himself in a position to care for the world and all living beings. But he admired such people from the bottom of his heart.
"Are you scared? You need to get used to them. They are the most wonderful nutrients, and they will also become your best help."
"You should know, Mu En should have told you, they say that our Evil Soul Master's cultivation is faster than normal Soul Masters because we use evil methods, but how would they know the joy of it?"
Ye Xishui stretched out her tender hands. How could they belong to a person over two hundred years old? One could even say she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl.
And what about Mu En and Long Xiaoyao, who were of the same generation as her? They looked so old, and there wasn't a single thing about them that resembled youth.
Su Qingfeng didn't speak. Arguing with someone who had a century-long obsession was not wise.
"These Undead, the Sacred Altar of our Holy Spirit Cult, the countless Undead, I can give them all to you. They'll be enough to help you become a Soul Sage within a few years... a Soul Douluo, or even a Title Douluo!"
Ye Xishui stared at Su Qingfeng with unbridled enthusiasm. She believed he could handle it; she believed in his talent! She believed in his Undead Martial Soul!
A few years? In a few years, Su Qingfeng would still be under twenty. To say that a Title Douluo would emerge before the age of twenty would likely shock the world!
Ye Xishui seemed to realize she was getting a little too excited. She showed immense patience towards Su Qingfeng: "But, there's no rush. You've just arrived, and it's normal that you haven't adapted to the environment here. As long as you stay, as long as you stay by my side, even if you grow slowly, no one can bully you. The entire Holy Spirit Cult, I'll give it to you."
One wonders if Zhongli Wu sneezed when Ye Xishui said this: Who is actually your son? Who is the true leader of the Holy Spirit Cult?
Perhaps, Ye Xishui would coldly tell him: You were an accident, a mistake. And him, Su Qingfeng, is my little treasure!
Speaking of which, Su Qingfeng actually felt some sympathy for Ye Xishui. Her experiences were similar to Bibi Dong, a goddess-level figure from ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, Bibi Dong was violated by the Pope of the Spirit Hall, who was also her teacher, and gave birth to Qian Renxue, the heir to the Angel Goddess. She met a tragic end.
Ten thousand years later, Ye Xishui was also violated by the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu's father, and gave birth to Zhongli Wu. From then on, she went down the path of the Evil Soul Master, as if she wanted to vent her own misery on everyone on the continent, committing immense atrocities.
After saying so much, Ye Xishui finally remembered, hmm, Su Qingfeng was actually snatched away by them. It seemed difficult to make him accept the Holy Spirit Cult.
If it were anyone else, she would have simply used force to subdue them, or just killed them outright. But Su Qingfeng? She couldn't bear to do either.
Actually, whether he agreed with the Holy Spirit Cult didn't matter. It was enough if he agreed with her.
How could she make him agree? For a man to agree with a woman, the best way, wasn't it to... penetrate? To go through the sewer below?
Ye Xishui liked Su Qingfeng more and more the longer she looked at him. She was somewhat in a daze. If it had been two hundred years ago, if she hadn't met Mu En or Long Xiaoyao, but instead had met Su Qingfeng, even if it meant defying the Holy Spirit Cult, ignoring everything, she would have run away with Su Qingfeng. They would have been happy.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ye Xishui, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult."
There was a hint of a young girl's naiveté in Ye Xishui's words, as if she was returning to the age of innocence and ignorance. If Long Xiaoyao had been present, he would have been dumbfounded. He had been with Ye Xishui for over a hundred years, and he'd never seen her like this.
"Su Qingfeng, Saint Son of Shrek Academy," Su Qingfeng replied calmly.
Hearing him call himself the Saint Son of Shrek Academy, Ye Xishui wasn't angry. How could she get angry when faced with such a handsome face?
"I didn't expect that Mu En could break the conventional rules and establish a Saint Son. This also fully demonstrates your charm. However, it's a bit laughable for an academy to set up a Saint Son position, it will be a laughing stock."
Ye Xishui sneered.
Su Qingfeng spread his hands, indicating he had nothing to say.
"Little one, would you like to see what I look like?"
Ye Xishui pulled Su Qingfeng to sit deep within the inner chamber. There was a throne here, and even a jade bed emanating cold and evil energy. She had been resting here for several days, and her mental state and energy were at their peak!
Su Qingfeng blinked his starry eyes. He was actually a little curious. Both he and Mu En were over two hundred years old, but Mu En looked like a skeleton, his hands as dry as firewood, while Ye Xishui's hands were so smooth and tender. It was hard not to be curious whether her face was aged or that of a young woman.
Ye Xishui seemed to be asking, but in the next moment, she had already taken off her red cloak, revealing what was beneath.
A head of light purplish-red hair fell to her waist. Her purple eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes evil. Her appearance was stunning. Although she was over two hundred years old, she looked only about twenty, and her beauty was not inferior to that of Jiang Nannan or Tang Wutong!
As expected of the scheming woman who, in her youth, had incited infighting between Long Xiaoyao and Mu En. She still possessed such charm, and when she was a young woman, she was probably a peerless beauty.
Among the women Su Qingfeng had seen, the current Ye Xishui was not the most beautiful, but she was definitely the most surprising.
Over two hundred years old, having given birth to two children, and still like a teenage girl?! What the heck?!
"Is it beautiful? Do you like Sister?"
Ye Xishui's eyes were now filled with charm. Logically, at her age, she should have long since given up on desires and love, but upon seeing Su Qingfeng, the flood that had accumulated for a hundred years, boom, erupted...
"Sister?!"
She could be my great-great-grandmother!
This question made Su Qingfeng's legs go weak. He had seen this kind of look not long ago, from Feng Ling. A woman with decades of experience had already worn him out, so wouldn't a two-hundred-year-old vintage kill him?!
"Don't do this. My teacher is Mu En, and Long Xiaoyao also wants to be my teacher. Isn't this bad? Oh oh~"
....
Fully Completed English PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!
Brothers My Lovely Brothers ! I've uploaded some High Quality english translated fanfic on my Patreon shop! recently Feel free to check it out—if you're interested, you can grab a copy and support me there.
Here are a few titles of recently uploaded fanfics:
" Douluo: My Martial Soul Is the Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword"
" Douluo: The Transmigrator Judgment System"
" Douluo: The Power of Support "
" Douluo: Transmigrated as the Second Young Miss of Spirit Hall "
" Douluo Dalu 3: Legend of the White Fox "
" Douluo: Master of Body Techniques "
" Douluo: The Holy Emperor Dragon King"
" Douluo: Auctions the Eight Spider Lances, and Bibi Dong is addicted "
" Douluo: Transmigrated as Huo YuhaoDouluo: My Wife Qian Renxue Gave Birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers "
" Douluo: I'm the Ice Archer, have Invincible Ice Power "
many more up to 110+ are available.
Your support means a lot—thanks in advance, legends!
Patreon.com/UIGOD
(End of Chapter)