Douluo Continent: I, the world's greatest immortal master, have taken Ning Rongrong as my disci

Chapter 431 Saintess Ye Guyi

"A saintess? Is that the saintess of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"What a grand procession! Even the kings and generals of the great empires couldn't travel with more pomp than this!"

"Just wait, I'll become stronger, and the first thing I'll do is take down their Holy Maiden and restore peace to this capital."

Upon seeing the luxurious carriage enter the city, Tang Wutong set forth lofty ambitions.

Huo Yuhao nodded seriously:

“When I was in the academy, I looked up some information. The old capital used to be called the Slaughter City. Several of our ancestors from Peach Blossom Spring governed this place very well, making it a peaceful place and known as a place to purify evil, a second Peach Blossom Spring.”

"But ever since the Holy Spirit Cult was born and took over the City of Slaughter, this place has been stained with blood again, and several empires have designated this place as a forbidden zone."

"If we can do it, restoring this place to its former cleanliness is our bounden duty!"

After Huo Yuhao finished speaking, Xiao Xiao, Tang Ya, and Jiang Nannan felt a sense of resonance and excitement.

However, once they entered the city, they were all dumbfounded.

The entry procedure is not complicated; it simply involves shouting a statement of the Holy Spirit Cult's doctrine:
"The end times are upon us. Only by following our Lord can we escape the calamity, sever worldly desires, believe in the truth, purify our souls, and pray to the Lord."

Using the Sharingan's mind control abilities, Huo Yuhao easily extracted information from the surrounding cultists and successfully led his team into the Old Capital.

However, the city was not filled with the bloodshed and darkness that Huo Yuhao and Tang Wutong had imagined; on the contrary, it was quite harmonious.

As the saintess's carriage passed by, it drew a great commotion from the crowd on the long street. The sound of the carriage rolling over the bluestone slabs mingled with the shouts of peddlers, the clatter of storytellers' gavels, and the melodious singing drifting from the theater.

Carrying baskets of fresh fruit, one after another, lined the roadside: red cherries, purple mulberries, and yellow-green berries. Women, holding their children's hands, stopped at jewelry stalls, their fingertips brushing against the gleaming silver hairpins, the tiny diamonds adorning the tips sparkling in the sunlight—a scene of harmony and friendliness.

The teahouse was packed with people sitting around the octagonal tables. The tea server, carrying a long-spouted copper kettle, moved among them. With a flick of the spout, the boiling water fell precisely into the teacups, splashing up tiny droplets. On the street corner, a sugar painting artist twisted his wrist, and golden sugar threads condensed into dragons and phoenixes, prompting children to stand on tiptoe and clap their hands in admiration.

Even the wind carried a vibrant warmth, swirling with the lively atmosphere of the streets, creating a beautiful scene of everyday life. Anyone who didn't know better would think they had arrived at the capital of some country, not the territory of evil spirit masters.
So much so that Xiao Xiao rubbed her eyes, her face full of disbelief:

"Sister Wutong, did we come to the wrong place? This is the Old Capital, one of the five permanent strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult, the former capital of slaughter? How come it's so harmonious? These people don't look like people who indiscriminately kill innocents at all!"

Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan were also stunned. They knew that when they were in Taoyuan territory, the propaganda of the major imperial families described the Holy Spirit Cult as extremely evil, indiscriminately killing innocent people and preying on the local people. However, the scene before them was completely different from those descriptions, which was too shocking to their worldview.

Tang Ya took a deep breath:

"Is it possible that this is all a facade? And the real bloodshed only comes when midnight falls?"

"Well, very likely!"

Humans cannot comprehend things beyond their understanding, which is the best explanation for the current situation. Jiang Nannan and Xiao Xiao both nodded in agreement.

As they marveled at the harmonious and peaceful scene in the Killing City, the elegant and languid curator, as if returning home, leisurely strolled to a teahouse in the street, ordered a cup of [Red Dust Dao Spirit] tea, and sat down in a private seat by the window to slowly savor it.

"Teacher, you're not flustered at all now that you've arrived in the City of Slaughter? You're even leisurely drinking tea. Aren't you surprised by how harmonious things are here?"

Jiang Nannan followed behind Su Ran, puzzled.

Huo Yuhao and Tang Ya followed closely behind.

Su Ran simply took a sip of tea and didn't answer her question. Instead, she recommended that they try the local specialties:
"The land of the old capital was once irrigated with blood and lives, unlike any other. After ten thousand years of sedimentation, the tea here has its own unique characteristics, unlike anything you can find elsewhere. You should try it; it might surprise you." "Hey, hey, hey, curator, are we here to relax? We're here to gather evidence, to save lives!!!"

Tang Wutong didn't forget the task assigned by Teacher Zhou Yi. Seeing Su Ran's indifferent and carefree attitude, she felt a bit disappointed in him.

I originally thought that the curator had a change of heart and was joining them in saving the mainland.

Unexpectedly, he really did come out for a vacation to relax and enjoy local specialties!
"Give me a... um, a rosé Mary, please."

Huo Yuhao had already listened to Su Ran's words and waved to the waiter to order a cup of tea. The teas in this shop all had very unique names.

After about fifteen minutes, the waiter brought them tea one by one, saying with a smile:

"You look unfamiliar; you must have only recently come into contact with the church, right?"

"You're lucky, you've caught a good time."

"Huh? What do you mean? Has anything good happened in town lately?"

Huo Yuhao asked.

The waiter smiled apologetically:

"Distinguished guests, didn't you just see? Our Holy Maiden Ye Guyi has arrived in the old capital. First, to uphold the doctrine and punish those evildoers, and second, to conduct the grand festival held once every five years."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong and the others were surprised and couldn't help but ask:

"Punish the wicked?"

That's incredible.

The Holy Spirit Cult is a cult, and you're telling me they want to punish evildoers?

Isn't the goal to kill those innocent civilians?
The waiter, however, was used to their overreaction.
“You are probably all new to the church, and like outsiders, you have some prejudices against it. I was the same at first.”

“Our Holy Church is the embodiment of light and holiness; otherwise, the old city would not be as harmonious as you see it.”

"However, perhaps because it is so clean, it is also intolerable to the world. The church has been arresting and assassinating Soul Masters who bully the weak and corrupt officials of the major empires for many years."

"Therefore, the official organizations of the major empires are very hostile to our Holy Church, and they have portrayed our Holy Church as an evil and terrorist organization that indiscriminately kills innocent people."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nannan and the others were shocked.

Only Su Ran remained unfazed, her deep eyes simply gazing calmly at the bustling traffic outside the window.

The world is often corrupt, how many people remain untainted, and how many officials are truly incorruptible?

A tree with deep roots can support a hundred others; pulling up a radish brings up mud with it. The officials of the major empires were naturally afraid of the Holy Church's purge of them, and that it would be a forceful purge that disregarded imperial authority.

(End of this chapter)