Douluo Dalu 2: I got Kidnapped into Holy Spirit Cult

Three days later.

At the central platform of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.

Jiang Jue stood solemnly on the platform, dressed in a black robe embroidered with dark gold patterns. Zhongli Wu stood at his right side.

To his left stood a voluptuous woman in a red robe—none other than Feng Ling, the Vice Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and Zhongli Wu's wife.

Below the platform was a dense crowd of Holy Spirit Cult followers. The chief elders and enforcers were seated at the front, closest to the platform.

"Buzz!"

A deep humming sound of space resonated as a mass of blood-red light suddenly appeared in midair above the platform.

From within the dense blood-red light, a figure slowly emerged, then appeared before everyone like a phantom.

The moment she revealed herself, the surrounding space seemed to be affected by an immense force, subtly distorting.

Immediately after, a simple yet profound black light followed behind her, revealing an elderly man of towering stature. His silver hair was neatly combed, his face as rosy as a baby's, with long eyebrows hanging down both sides of his face. His hands were clasped behind his back.

Just standing there, the two exuded a terrifying aura of strength.

"We humbly welcome the Supreme Cult Leader and the Chief Enforcer!"

Everyone below dropped to their knees, calling out in unison.

Even the enforcers and elders bowed with deep reverence.

The two figures were none other than Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.

Both were pinnacle-level Rank 99 Ultimate Douluos of the Douluo Continent, titled the Death God Douluo and the Dragon Emperor Douluo, respectively.

"Rise."

Ye Xishui's voice was magnetic and slightly hoarse, yet it carried a peculiar charm. Listening to it evoked a natural sense of closeness, even reverence.

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao descended gracefully to the center of the platform before Jiang Jue and the others.

Long Xiaoyao stood half a step behind Ye Xishui, gazing at her with a mixture of tenderness and an almost imperceptible trace of guilt.

"Mother, Uncle Long."

Zhongli Wu stepped forward and greeted them.

"How many times have I told you? When in the cult, address me as the Supreme Cult Leader."

"Yes, Supreme Cult Leader."

"So, you are the little one with a Body Martial Soul?"

Ye Xishui's gaze landed on Jiang Jue.

"Greetings, Supreme Cult Leader."

Jiang Jue slightly bowed in respect.

"A Body Martial Soul… interesting. Hahaha…"

For some unknown reason, Ye Xishui suddenly laughed.

This woman is mentally unstable. I should keep my distance.

Jiang Jue frowned and subtly leaned toward Zhongli Wu.

In Jiang Jue's mind, Ye Xishui was someone he must never provoke.

She was incredibly similar to Bibi Dong from ten thousand years ago—both were prodigies, both were Holy Maidens, and both were ultimately devoured by their own masters.

However, the difference lay in their personalities—Bibi Dong was somewhat of a hopeless romantic, whereas Ye Xishui was a master manipulator in matters of love. The two were polar opposites when it came to relationships.

In her youth, both Mu En, the White and Black Twin Holy Dragons, and Long Xiaoyao were at her mercy.

Despite loving Long Xiaoyao, she chose Mu En instead. But even after choosing Mu En, she orchestrated events so that Long Xiaoyao would eliminate Mu En, then used his guilt to keep him by her side.

As the saying goes, the best love is to make the one who loves you always feel indebted.

Compared to Mu En, Long Xiaoyao was at least somewhat fortunate—at the very least, he got to "taste" her, and she even bore him a son. As for Mu En…

"The Holy Son Ceremony officially begins!"

A loud proclamation from below echoed through the platform.

Ye Xishui took a diamond-shaped, ancient-looking crystal from Zhongli Wu's hand. The crystal bore two golden characters: "Holy Spirit."

This was the Holy Spirit Token. With it, Jiang Jue would have the authority to mobilize a significant portion of the Holy Spirit Cult's resources and followers.

"Little one, train well."

Ye Xishui said softly before turning away with Long Xiaoyao.

No one in the crowd found this strange. The Supreme Cult Leader was always elusive, so the fact that she even showed up was already an honor.

The following proceedings were straightforward. Zhongli Wu gave a brief speech, the elders and enforcers offered words of encouragement, and then the ceremony transitioned into a banquet.

During the banquet, Masked Douluo actually fulfilled his promise, toasting each enforcer three times as an apology for the previous incident.

He even deliberately approached Wuyun with a smug expression. Wuyun was already annoyed, and seeing Masked Douluo made it even worse.

He wanted to scold him on the spot, but noticing Zhongli Wu occasionally glancing in his direction, he immediately restrained himself.

After the banquet, Jiang Jue devoted himself entirely to training.

He either stayed in his room cultivating soul power or sought out Zhongli Wu for guidance. Though monotonous, he found great joy in it.

Later on, Zhongli Wu even arranged sparring partners for him to develop his combat awareness and techniques.

Seasons passed, and time flew.

Four and a half years went by like a fleeting shadow.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

A deep, rhythmic heartbeat echoed continuously in Jiang Jue's spacious room.

He sat cross-legged in a pool of blood-red liquid, his body entirely submerged.

With each heartbeat, the pool's liquid rippled rhythmically, sending out layer upon layer of waves.

Blood coursed vigorously through his body like a surging stream, his muscles and bones glowing with a faint red hue. His veins bulged, and an intense burning sensation engulfed his body.

"Splash!"

Jiang Jue's eyes snapped open, flashing with a fleeting blood-red gleam. He stood up from the pool as droplets of blood-red liquid slid down his skin.

"The third body-refining session is complete!"

"And I've just broken through to Rank 30—what a double blessing!"

Jiang Jue chuckled softly.

This pool contained the Holy Spirit Cult's secret body-refining medicinal bath, composed primarily of the blood of soul beasts with dragon lineage over ten thousand years old, combined with various rare herbs.

Not only did it refine the body, but it could also enhance the quality of dragon-type martial souls—albeit at a slow pace, proving its immense value.

However, each batch of this medicinal bath cost an astronomical sum. In four and a half years, Jiang Jue had only used three batches.

Summoning his Refining Soul Banner, one yellow and one purple soul ring emerged.

Jiang Jue activated the banner, and an overwhelming surge of life force poured into him.

Instantly, his entire body was enveloped in a greenish glow. The burning sensation vanished, and his blood surged with newfound vitality.

"The Gold of Living Beings truly embodies the wonders of nature!"

Within the Refining Soul Banner, the Evil Eye wrapped its tendrils around a crystal-clear green blade. The blade, about half a foot wide, gradually widened toward the tip—its source of immense life energy unmistakable.

Two years ago, Jiang Jue had acquired this Devouring Spirit Engraving Knife from the Starlight Auction House via the Holy Spirit Cult.

He had thrown its lingering resentment and curses into the Refining Soul Banner, which took a whole year to refine, granting him a significant boost in spiritual power.

Yet, he later discovered he lacked the strength to directly absorb the Gold of Living Beings' life energy—just like a turtle that swallowed it but couldn't digest it.

Unlike Huo Yuhao, who had Electrolux's help in absorbing it, Jiang Jue found that the Evil Eye within the banner could extract the life energy and transfer it to him.

What a clever little trick.

After rinsing off with cold water, Jiang Jue approached his desk, where a letter awaited him.

He opened it and skimmed through.

"Huo Yuhao has finally left the White Tiger Duke's Mansion… I suppose it's time for me to set off as well."

Jiang Jue's eyes gleamed as he murmured.

(End of Chapter)