Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 92—The Holy Spirit Cult's Main Altar and Zhongliwu

The elders of the evil spirit masters reacted a little slowly, but then they all raised their heads.

At the entrance above, four figures were slowly descending. Qian Lingyun, who was visiting for the first time, looked at this magnificent underground palace and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

What an engineering feat! Beneath the ground on the outskirts of this demonic forest lies a building that can almost be described as a palace.

This building covers an area of ​​over a thousand acres and is entirely constructed of solid granite, with various decorations that are extremely luxurious.

After landing, Qian Lingyun curiously looked at the people standing in the square to greet them. Without exception, judging from the chilling evil aura emanating from them, they were all evil soul masters at the Title Douluo level or above.

One of them was much stronger than Feng Ling in cultivation, and if there were no surprises, it should be Zhong Liwu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect.

Before Zhongli Wu could speak, Qian Lingyun took a few steps forward, as if inspecting a task, and extended her hand, saying, "My name is Lingyun. Good evening, Sect Leader. It must have been hard for you to wait for us here, even though it was late for dinner."

"?!" Zhong Liwu stared blankly at Qian Lingyun, who looked even more like the cult leader than he did, and showed Feng Ling a puzzled expression.

Feng Ling simply shrugged, as if to say, "You'll get used to it; I don't know the specifics either."

Releasing her hands, Qian Lingyun shook hands with each of the Title Douluo Evil Soul Masters, praising their hard work today and encouraging them to continue their efforts and create even greater glories!

This move made these evil Douluos, who could stop children from crying at night, a little insecure.

Something's not right, something's very wrong. This saintess seems to possess a unique kind of magic that can lead those around her to become silly and goofy!

"Ahem, let me introduce you..." Zhongli Wu pulled Qian Lingyun over, intending to introduce her to people like a kind elder.

"This is the Third Elder, whose title is Nether Thunder. He is a level nine Soul Master of my Holy Spirit Sect!" Zhongli Wu raised his hand and pointed to an old man in a cloak, who then pulled down his hood.

The Third Elder was an elderly man in his sixties with long, silver-gray hair cascading down his back. He was very robust, and despite his advanced age, his eyes were remarkably sharp.

"Greetings, Third Elder!" Qian Lingyun bowed slightly and continued walking forward with Zhongli Wu.

"This is the Second Elder, whose title is Heavenly Centipede." Zhongli Wu then introduced the Evil Douluo, who had a dignified appearance, with his white hair neatly combed back and his white beard flowing. He had a kind smile on his face, making him easy to like at first glance.

"Greetings, Second Elder!" Qian Lingyun greeted again, then looked at the next person.

"This is the Fourth Elder, whose title is: Netherworld."

"Greetings, Fourth Elder!"

"This is the Fifth Elder, whose title is Bloodhand."

"Greetings, Fifth Elder!"

"This is the Seventh Elder, whose title is: Mask."

"Hello..." Qian Lingyun was too lazy to say those two words, and just used "hello" to brush her off.

After briefly introducing himself to the titled Douluo present, Zhongli Wu said, "Elder, the Sixth Elder and the Eighth Elder are currently on a mission and won't be back for a while. I'll introduce you to them when they return."

"Alright!" Qian Lingyun nodded, spreading her hands and saying, "Sect Leader, the Vice Sect Leader promised me 300 million gold soul coins as pocket money upon joining the sect. Now that I'm here, give me the remaining 200 million!"

The group of evil Douluos: "..."

Oh my god, so this is a saintess that was bought with money!

The Holy Spirit Cult elders showed no outward reaction, but inwardly they were roaring with rage!

"This..." Zhongli Wu was silent for a while, then reluctantly took out a gold card from his storage soul tool and handed it to Qian Lingyun.

Although the Holy Spirit Cult is very wealthy, this young lady who asks for 300 million in pocket money is clearly a money-devouring beast. It seems that the Holy Spirit Cult will have to find a way to cut back on its expenses in the future.

"Hey! Master, as the old saying goes, 'What's lost can be regained.' The money you give me today, I'll earn back sooner or later. Besides, you get what you pay for! If I didn't take a single penny, would you feel at ease?"

Qian Lingyun shamelessly tried to get close to Zhongli Wu. Although it was their first meeting, they were still as friendly as old friends (Qian Lingyun thought so).

"Alright!" Zhongli Wu forced a friendly smile, suppressing his inner resentment, and said, "Since the Holy Maiden is here, why not choose a suitable guide from among us to lead your future cultivation..."

Just then, a terrifying fluctuation of soul power came from the depths of the underground palace. An uncontrollable resentment spread outward from the deepest part of the underground palace. The intensity of the resentment was so great that even evil soul masters could not avoid it.

The evil spirit masters present all looked on in fear, exclaiming, "Such powerful strength, truly worthy of the Supreme Master."

"Phew, such a strong sense of resentment!" Qian Lingyun turned around and strode towards the direction from which the resentment was coming.

"Holy Maiden, no! That resentment is beyond the reach of even a Soul King..." The Third Elder swiftly grabbed Qian Lingyun's wrist, only to meet her gaze in a pair of sinister, blood-red eyes like rubies.

What kind of eyes were those? They were completely red, with no whites, devoid of any life, only deathly stillness. The Third Elder swallowed hard and hurriedly released his grip, letting Qian Lingyun walk alone through the intense resentment into the depths of the underground palace.

Along the way, the thick resentment seemed to come alive, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the lone Qian Lingyun, but without exception, it prostrated itself and fell silent before her, as quiet as a subject paying homage to a king.

Upon seeing this, Zhongli Wu's face lit up with a wildly joyful smile. This was the aura that the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult should have!

In a room deep within the underground palace, a woman draped in a black cloak sat on a bench, her body radiating a blood-red resentment. Everything in the room was suspended in mid-air within an eerie red field.

"Xi Shui, wake up, don't..."

There was another person in the room, a handsome old man with white hair. From his handsome features, it was easy to see that he was dashing and dashing in his youth.

The woman in black robes dug her hands deep into the old man's shoulders, but the old man didn't react in any special way. Instead, he looked at the woman with unusual tenderness.

But when the woman reached for the old man's eye with her other hand, the old man managed to grab her wrist.

The woman's hands looked bizarre. Her palms and fingers were very white, resembling the hands of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. However, they were covered with dark red, hook-shaped fingernails, which looked extremely terrifying.

The old man sighed, gripping the woman's wrist and channeling his soul power into her, attempting to force her blood energy back into her body. He urgently whispered, "Xi Shui, don't let the evil control control you."

Time passed second by second, and the bloody aura that filled the room finally dissipated a little. But strangely, this resentment was not suppressed back into the woman's body. Instead, it went to gather in other places on its own.

This was a situation the old man had never encountered in decades. He let out a soft exclamation and used his vast spiritual power to probe outside the room.

Inside the passage, a figure sat cross-legged outside the door, absorbing the dark red resentment like a whale swallowing its prey. Not only was all the overflowing blood energy absorbed by her, but the blood energy on the woman's body also became increasingly thin.

(End of this chapter)