Douluo Continent: I can nurture soul beasts and even perform super evolution.

Chapter 274 Long Xiaoyao: Finally, we can eat something good! Thank you, Su Wen! Thank you, Death!
"We've been having terrible luck lately. Ever since we provoked that plague god, the Holy Church has been getting worse every day."

The Holy Spirit Church's main altar.

In the dimly lit, winding corridor, two groups of figures, clad in black cloaks and completely covered, slowly passed a flickering wall lamp.

One of them was full of complaints.

"What can we do? Blame the cult leader from back then? Or the crow offerings that attacked that guy?"

"Are you going to drag him out and whip his corpse?"

"Shh! Don't drag me into your suicidal schemes. I'm just an ordinary evil soul master. I'd be content with becoming a Holy Spirit and a high-ranking member of a holy altar in this lifetime... Besides, I heard that the sect leader's strength has recently recovered."

"Also, you know about the mass reincarnation of souls a few days ago, right?" one of the men in black robes said mysteriously.

"Nonsense, I'm not blind," another person scoffed.

"I heard that all the followers who use soul manipulation and soul devouring as their cultivation path experienced a decline in their cultivation level overnight... The guy from the Holy Altar next door was at the peak of Soul Venerable just a few days ago, vying for the position of Holy Spirit. But the next day, his cultivation level plummeted to the tenth level Soul Master, and he was refined on the spot by his mortal enemy whom he had provoked."

"Tsk tsk tsk, so tragic." Another person felt a sense of shared misfortune. "That path of bloodsucking and cannibalism, what if one day it is also repaired and perfected by the Heavenly Dao? Wouldn't we also regress to the cultivation level of ten years ago overnight?"

"That shouldn't be the case..." The black-robed man's eyelids twitched. "Anyway, just don't mess around before I die. After I'm dead, it doesn't matter, I can do whatever I want."

Would the Holy Spirit Cult still have any reason to exist then?
Forced to convert evil to righteousness.

"Who knows? Let's just live one day at a time."

The two paused, and the space in front of them suddenly opened up. Rows of yellowish wall lamps were lit on both sides, illuminating the huge council hall of the main altar. Although the atmosphere still carried a gloomy and eerie feeling, which would make normal people feel slightly uncomfortable.

But this is the lair of evil spirit masters. Everyone here is like a rat living in a stinking ditch. Only here can they truly return to "home".

And the other side.

In the secret room.

The crimson blood pooled together, rippling, and the pungent smell of blood was nauseating, but a figure in the very center of the pool remained calm.

The next moment, she slowly opened her arms.

The pool water suddenly boiled and churned, and strands of red silk threads converged towards her. Her hair, which was originally half white and half purple, finally slowly returned to its former eerie purple color, and her aura rose steadily.

"Huchi..."

But it seemed to be some kind of backlash, causing her to suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, her face turning pale for a moment, before recovering at an extremely fast speed.

"Changing your cultivation method on short notice is not as simple as it seems..." Her chest heaved, her eyes shifting between light and shadow.

Her cultivation level plummeted, so she was supposed to honestly cultivate like a righteous cultivator? How could that be? With the help of her powerful martial soul, after devouring several powerful members of the Holy Spirit Sect who practiced this technique, she recovered part of her cultivation level in a very short time.

But that was already her limit.

It's not even half as powerful as the Death Tower at its peak...

"Xishui."

Long Xiaoyao's figure slowly appeared, looking at Ye Xishui with pity in his eyes, "This kind of evil technique will only make your strength increase dramatically in the short term, but in the long run it will only bring drawbacks. We are all Limit Douluo, with lifespans far exceeding those of ordinary people, why bother..."

"Shut up!!!" Ye Xishui roared in fury. Her long purple hair flowed freely, and her eyes were bloodshot, making her look like a madwoman.

"Not only will you not help me, but you also keep making sarcastic remarks. If I were to listen to your advice, I might as well just wait to die! You're just going to throw away the Holy Spirit Church that I've worked so hard for all these years?!"

"..."

Long Xiaoyao remained silent.

Like an incompetent husband who watches helplessly as the trivialities of life drive his wife crazy, and then goes to the other extreme...

It's truly absurd that a Limit Douluo could live to such a pathetic state.

But there was no other way; it was for love...

"Get out!" Ye Xishui glared angrily.

"Calm down, I'm leaving, I'm leaving..." Long Xiaoyao sighed softly, then turned to leave.

But he was stopped again.

"come over!"

Long Xiaoyao looked somewhat bewildered, turned to look at Ye Xishui sitting cross-legged in the pool, glanced around, and then pointed to himself.

"Nonsense, come here when I tell you to!" Ye Xishui gritted her teeth and shouted angrily, but no one noticed that there was a touch of crimson on her fair ear.

Even his entire body trembled slightly.

When they obtained this demonic blood technique on the spot, those beasts didn't say it was related to anything...!

Damn!

At first, she could suppress him with the power of a Limit Douluo, but now... as her strength recovers, that sliver of desire is rapidly expanding, almost swallowing her consciousness. If she doesn't find a way out soon, perhaps...

"hold me."

Ye Xishui's voice gradually softened, losing its previous malice and anger.

"Ah..." Long Xiaoyao stared in disbelief, his throat bobbing, his whole body trembling slightly. It was hard to tell whether it was excitement or some other emotion.

"Xiaoyao, could it be..." Ye Xishui's tone softened completely, exuding charm and making Long Xiaoyao instantly return to that dark and windy night a hundred years ago.

"Wow~"

Blood splattered, clothes slipped into the water and floated slowly, while Ye Xishui's head was the only part of her body above the surface.

"Huff, huff..." Long Xiaoyao's eyes reddened.

After all these years, have you finally made it through?
He involuntarily walked forward and stepped into the pool of blood. (Excerpt)

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(End of this chapter)