Peerless: The Evil Soul Master's Guide to Saving the World

Underground in Mingdu.

The dark and deep stone walls, with their myriad shapes, are riddled with hidden doors, leading to the deepest part of the wall.

Zhongli Wu tapped the table with a gloomy expression.

He seemed to be pondering something.

Several worshippers and elders of the Holy Spirit Cult were seated around him.

The crowd looked dejected, as if they had already foreseen the outcome.

Since Xu Cheng ascended the throne a year ago, the Holy Spirit Cult's living space has been squeezed again, which has made things even worse for many Holy Spirit Cult elders and disciples who were already weakened by their inability to devour souls.

Without him.

On the second day after Xu Cheng ascended the throne, he swiftly promulgated a series of laws.

What kind of organization is the Holy Spirit Cult?
The evil spirit master organization, which commits murder, arson, and all sorts of atrocities, does almost anything immoral or heinous.

If you haven't taken a few lives, how can you call yourself a member of the Holy Spirit Cult?
So when these strict laws were introduced, Zhongli Wu was furious, his eyes turning red with rage. He went to find Xu Cheng, but the kid was very cunning and pretended not to be in the palace. He had disappeared for a year and had not been seen at all.

Thinking of Xu Cheng's promise to make the Holy Spirit Sect the state religion of the Sun and Moon Sect, the strength of the Holy Spirit Sect could not stagnate. After all, most of his subordinates were true evil soul masters, the kind who would feel restless and unable to improve their strength unless they did something illegal and disorderly.

So he instructed the Second Elder, Nangong Wan, to continue his underground business.

The result was achieved within a few days.

Nangong Wan was invited to the Sun Moon Prison for a few days by a group of fully armed members of the Fire Phoenix Soul Guidance Team. When he returned, he was completely out of sorts...

Meanwhile, all the Holy Spirit Cult members who were involved in this incident, whether they were cultivating at the underground headquarters or trafficking people on the black market, were all identified by the Sun Moon Empire's military and executed. Their heads were displayed in the Mingdu Underground City for several days.

Zhongli Wuren, who was originally cheerful, was now numb.

From top to bottom, the entire Holy Spirit Cult trembled in fear.

The visitors were an entire Soul Guidance Battalion, under the command of the Guardian Phoenix, composed entirely of second-generation mechs, totaling over a hundred people, all of whom possessed near-Soul Douluo strength. The first among them was a heavyweight, one of the ninth-level Soul Guidance Masters of the Sun Moon Empire.

Of course, more importantly, the entire Sun Moon Empire stands behind them!

So even though he was furious, he could only watch helplessly as a group of "bandits" broke in and took away the disciples of the Holy Spirit Cult. Zhongli Wu knew in his heart that from then on, he would probably lose all face in the eyes of his disciples...

His martial spirit is the Death God Puppet, which he inherited from his mother.

Clearly, it is also related to controlling the souls of spirit beasts.

One of his strongest trump cards, the Bone Dragon King, was collected from a secret realm, and the souls devoured by the Bone Dragon King are gradually disappearing!

Even though he tried his best to seek his mother's help, it was to no avail.

"If this continues, the Holy Spirit Cult may truly become—the Holy Spirit Cult!" Zhongli Wu snorted coldly.

"...Master, because Mingdu restricts the buying and selling of people and the trading of various soul tools, all of Xishui Alliance's channels have been completely shut down, and even Shrek Academy has cut off contact with us..."

Nangong Wan said with a mournful face.

"..."

The Xishui Alliance was originally able to dominate the underworld of Mingdu mainly because of the powerful Holy Spirit Cult. The Sun Moon Empire's attitude was also quite ambiguous; as long as they didn't cause too much trouble, it was fine. But now...

With Xu Cheng's statement, his source of income was completely cut off.

The Holy Spirit Church is operating at a loss.

"This can't go on like this!"

Zhongli Wu slammed his fist on the table!
His eyes were cold and sinister.

"I knew all along that the brat had no good intentions. Sure enough, even before Mother has passed away, he's already making his move. Uncle Long, I need your help!"

"..."

Long Xiaoyao was silent for a moment: "What do you want to do?"

"Let's pull a switcheroo!" Zhongli Wu sneered.

"Invite Xu Cheng to the Holy Spirit Cult for a chat, then seize the opportunity to ambush him, capture him, and imprison him within the Holy Spirit Cult. After that, find an elder skilled in transformation to impersonate Xu Cheng's aura. After three years, even if he's incredibly powerful, he'll probably only have barely touched the threshold of a Title Douluo. I'll have my mother personally invite him, saying it's to discuss the inheritance; he won't suspect a thing..."

"With Uncle Long here now, trapping him is a piece of cake!"

Long Xiaoyao frowned slightly.

"But……"

“I support Wu’er in this matter,” a weak voice rang out.

All the worshippers looked on.

At the end of the line of sight, an elderly woman with gray hair slowly walked over, her trembling figure suggesting she might fall at any moment.

"Xishui."

Long Xiaoyao's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to help him up.

His eyes were filled with confusion.

Three years ago, Ye Xishui still had a carefree attitude.

But as her life gradually faded away, her temper seemed to become more and more volatile, making her increasingly unpredictable. Even he, who had been by her side for many years, was somewhat baffled.

"It was him who caused everything that's happened to the Holy Spirit Cult now..." As Ye Xishui finished speaking, an undisguised look of resentment flashed in her eyes.

If it's the will of Heaven that's hard to defy, then she can accept it.

Since it involves God, she naturally has no right to complain.

The problem is that the reason why the soul cannot be plundered and can only be put into a strange state seems to be due to Xu Cheng!
On one occasion, when she felt hopeless about the future, she tried to understand herself.

But after her soul left her body, she seemed to experience a strange journey.

First, she was guided by an inexplicable force, and then followed a group of souls to a hazy place. She could feel that if she continued, her soul would be cleansed, then reincarnate and be given a new life on this planet.

Because of the strength of her soul power, she vaguely glimpsed the high being above the mist.

Even just one glance left a deep impression on her.

Beside that figure, there seemed to be a familiar figure... it was Xu Cheng!
Fortunately.

She was rescued by Long Xiaoyao.

After looking around, she finally revealed the secret she had kept hidden in her heart, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

It was Xu Cheng who ruined all her plans!
Now, she wants Xu Cheng to reveal the secret, so that her soul can no longer enter the cycle of reincarnation. If this can be achieved, her injuries will surely heal! The originally fatal injuries will no longer be a threshold threatening her life!

As a Limit Douluo.

How could she possibly be willing to live a second life and give up her current strength, cultivation, and the foundation she had built up over a lifetime—the Holy Spirit Cult?

"So that's it!"

"Damn it, I treated him like a holy son, but he's cut off my brothers' path to survival!"

"Support the cult leader, kill him!"

"..."

The entire conference room became lively.

A hint of excitement flashed in everyone's eyes.

It's risky.

However, their side is also quite strong.

Two Limit Douluos, Zhongli Wu at level 98, several Elders, and eight other elders...

With this lineup, in their eyes, under the circumstances of a surprise attack, it might not be impossible to overthrow the entire Ming capital, let alone a mere Holy Son.

P.S.: The space program was secretly conducted by the Sun Moon Empire. Xu Cheng, Zhang Lexuan, Xiao Hongchen, and others spent most of the past three years improving themselves at the Temple of Destruction. So, apart from Kong Deming, Jing Hongchen, Elder Cheng, and others, almost no one knew their current situation.

"Please enter the urn!" Nangong Wan was the most excited.

He shouted loudly.

Three years ago, the Holy Spirit Cult moved here like stray dogs and split into two factions. One faction, led by Zhongliwu, represents the old faction of the Holy Spirit Cult and symbolizes the original "evil" of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The other faction, led by Xu Cheng, represents the "good" of the Holy Spirit Church.

The two factions, due to their differing ideologies, have reached a point of irreconcilable conflict.

But another faction followed Xu Cheng, living a life of luxury thanks to the Sun and Moon Sect. Even some former Soul Douluos could flaunt their power in front of him. How could he, one of the eight elders, easily tolerate this? Of course, he would never mention that he had once gone to Nana hoping to surrender, only to be humiliatingly driven away.

Now, if you stir things up, he'll definitely be willing to.

Seeing that the second elder had no objections, the other elders naturally dared not say anything more and echoed each other.

"In that case, let's discuss the plan..." Zhongli Wu suppressed his excitement and began to plan.

……

"Teacher, do you think this signal axe is cool?"

Wang Dong'er played with her new martial spirit and smiled mischievously.

"Handsome." Lu Cheng replied without changing his expression.

I just feel like something's off about this.

"Buzz!"

The space trembled.

Soldiers dressed in mechs appeared all around.

"Emperor!"

These mechs are decorated with red patterns, and on the arms, they resemble a phoenix about to spread its wings.

Xu Cheng nodded slightly, not surprised by their address, as if it were commonplace.

That's right, it was his own request.

The world of Douluo Continent is actually somewhat similar to the world of Emperor.

Behind the seemingly enjoyable story lies a cruel reality.

Humans are by no means the main characters in this universe.

The so-called realm of gods is merely a remote corner where "strong" rulers govern a region, and they are by no means top-tier beings.

In the vast depths of the universe, there exist many powerful races.

Just like in The Three-Body Problem.

Chaos and disorder are the norm; the demise of a civilization is the norm, not its perpetual development...

For example, the realm of gods was swept away by a spatial storm.

For example, the Abyss Plane has its eye on Douluo Continent—even without Tang Shenwang's intervention, the entire Douluo Star might not be able to escape the covetousness of other Abyss Planes.

Not to mention the true powerhouse beyond the Abyss Plane, the Crimson Mother.

Those were all beings who were half-step God-Kings.

Therefore, only by looking at the universe can one realize one's own insignificance.

Human civilization is by no means an eternal hegemon; it is merely a race that has been fortunate enough to stand on the side of cosmic history amidst the changing tides of time.

And that's what Xu Cheng wants to do.

It means to carve human history onto all the planets in the universe.

In the name of the emperor.

However, this is destined to be a difficult journey.

After all, there are too many unknowns in this universe, and too many powerful races hidden in the depths of chaos. For humanity to become the final victor and the God-King in this cruel battlefield is far from the end, and may even be just the beginning.

Several soldiers of the Fire Phoenix Legion tapped their chests as a sign of respect.

"The legion commander ordered us to deliver a message—"

The captain took out a letter and respectfully handed it to Xu Cheng.

"The Holy Spirit Cult's scheme..."

Xu Cheng smiled.

He has riddled the entire Holy Spirit Church with holes.

Do you really think this is a secret meeting?
However, he was slightly surprised that Zhongli Wu could endure for so long.

As for Ye Xishui... she truly lives up to her reputation as the soul form of a Limit Douluo, as Long Xiaoyao managed to forcefully retrieve her.

Xu Cheng remarked with emotion.

Elder Yi's underworld still lacked control over souls of this level. Of course, Elder Yi did not take action himself, but let it leave. Otherwise, even the consciousness of a demigod would have to obediently retrace the path it came from.

"Emperor, the name of the emperor of mankind..."

Wang Dong'er lightly bit her red lips, trying to attract attention.

"Yes."

Xu Cheng nodded slightly.

"Forge something for me."

"What?" Wang Dong'er's beautiful eyes lit up.

"Rakshasa Demon Scythe!"

As Xu Cheng finished speaking, a purple figure appeared around him, carrying a scythe that was completely disproportionate to her size on her back.

“She is…” Wang Dong’er’s smile froze on her face.

To emerge from the ocean of the teacher's spirit.

This shows how close they are to the teacher.

She's incredibly beautiful, almost as beautiful as me, and her strength is unfathomable. Even I, a titled Douluo, can't see through her. How infuriating!
Who on earth has taken over her teacher's position?!

"What are you thinking! She is the consciousness of the Rakshasa God."

Xu Cheng tapped his head and said irritably.

As time went by, Rakshasa's divine consciousness had reached the level of a demigod.

However, the strength of divine sense is based on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Because the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was once broken and repaired by the remnant soul of Bibi Dong, there are still faint cracks on it, and it has not been completely repaired.

Wang Dong'er has now been promoted to a level nine spirit forger.

Of course, we should bring them in to give it a try.

If it is truly repaired, the upper limit of Rakshasa's divine consciousness will be suddenly raised, and it is by no means impossible for it to restore its former strength as a first-level deity.

"The Rakshasa Demon Scythe, a super artifact of a first-level deity. Try to repair it, but don't force it if you can't." Xu Cheng took the scythe from the girl in the purple dress and handed it to Wang Dong'er.

"Oh, oh..." Wang Dong'er scratched her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on the girl in the purple dress, her gaze slightly aggrieved.

Seeing this, the latter cast a haughty look at Xu Cheng and moved closer to him. The intimate gesture and Xu Cheng casually stroking the purple hair.

Wang Dong'er: "..."

She felt even more wronged.

Wang Dong'er gritted her teeth.

I feel a little resentful.

Now, Sister Lexuan and Sister Xiaotao have both gotten what they wanted, and now only I am left!
Damn it!
"But teacher..."

Wang Dong'er's beautiful eyes sparkled as she quickly came up with a counterattack idea.

"Hmm?" Xu Cheng looked surprised.

“I need to borrow her!” Wang Dong’er pointed to Rakshasa’s divine sense, a smile appearing on her lips.

You're making me drool!

Rakshasa's divine sense: ? ? ?
Retaliation came so quickly?

“Alright, then she can stay with you for now.” Xu Cheng nodded slightly.

"Alright!" Wang Dong'er exclaimed excitedly, revealing a victor's expression.

The Rakshasa's divine sense seemed to have lost all will to live... (End of Chapter)