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

Underground in Mingdu.

Holy Spirit Church.

The headquarters of the evil spirit masters, which was once known for its cold and gloomy atmosphere, was now brightly lit, with countless evil spirit masters drinking and celebrating the arrival of the holy son.

Of course, Xu Cheng stepped over the stairs and looked at the group of Holy Spirit Cult members who were enjoying a banquet and wearing black robes. A smile appeared on his lips: "Second Elder, everyone seems to be having a great time."

“Hehe…” Nangong Wan’s eyes narrowed, and his throat bobbed slightly. “Yes, after three years, seeing the Holy Son in person is naturally a cause for great respect and excitement.”

Xu Cheng smiled and stopped looking at him.

With his spiritual power, which was almost at the pinnacle of the continent, and his double-pupil martial soul, it was impossible for him not to notice the hateful and greedy eyes that these true evil soul masters were casting at him.

It's easy to imagine that by issuing a series of imperial decrees, they practically cut off the entire path of the Holy Spirit Church.

Therefore, he was not at all surprised by this trap.

But who is the mantis and who is the oriole remains to be seen.

The two walked through a dimly lit corridor.

I do not know how long it has been.

They stopped in front of a door.

"Please!" Nangong Wan bowed slightly, revealing his slick and slippery personality to the fullest extent.

Even at the very last moment, he did not reveal the slightest flaw.

What a veteran actor!

Xu Cheng smiled and greeted them before pushing open the door.

Inside is the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult, the most secret place, and also where the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult hold meetings.

Today, the entire Holy Spirit Cult, including a Supreme Elder, the Chief and Deputy Chief, ten patrons, and eight elders, was gathered together. The moment Xu Cheng pushed open the door, dozens of gazes focused on him.

"..."

Xu Cheng's lips curled up.

This moment.

Their undisguised gazes, filled with hidden agendas, tension, anger, and mockery, were like those of hunting cats, fixed on a trembling, large rat.

"It's His Highness the Holy Son!" Zhongli Wu's lips curled up into a wide smile as he raised his wine cup, his face beaming with the joy of a victor.

Of course, it wasn't just him; his entire faction was visibly agitated. Correspondingly, Xu Cheng's forces were also on the verge of a smirk. Wu Yun and Zhang Peng exchanged a glance, their expressions grave. Ye Cheng, on the other hand, remained calm, but his fist, placed under the table, clenched slightly.

This scene of people reminds Xu Cheng of a rather famous painting from his previous life.

They were surrounded by wolves.

Unlike the brightly lit outside, the council chamber seemed designed to create a solemn atmosphere, with only a few candles flickering on the walls, the dim light reflecting Xu Cheng's inscrutable expression.

"Your Highness, please!"

An elderly man in a gray robe raised his hand.

"..."

Xu Cheng nodded slightly and sat down next to Zhongli Wu.

Wu Yun, standing to the side, had a gloomy expression and was about to get up, but was stopped by Qi Mu.

Although it is unknown why Xu Cheng came to the banquet, this dinner party has obviously changed its nature.

Needless to say, there were eight hundred axemen lying in ambush below. Just the people sitting in their seats—Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, Zhong Liwu, and all the high-ranking members of the opposing faction of the Holy Spirit Cult—had no chance of rescuing Xu Cheng!

“I believe in His Highness the Holy Son…” Zhang Cheng also spoke up at the right time.

"I never expected His Highness the Holy Son to attend the banquet. Hahaha, it is truly an honor." Zhongli Wu laughed heartily.

The cult leader felt honored by the arrival of the Holy Son, which was naturally a form of mockery.

Of course, more than anything, there was mockery of Xu Cheng for daring to come to the banquet alone, and a slight loss of composure as the victor.

As a level 98 peak Super Douluo, and unlike a fraud like Xuanzi, he could naturally detect that Xu Cheng was not followed by any powerful figures. Since it was just you alone... then you are completely at his mercy.
He spent several days in a state of tension, meticulously considering countless possible consequences.

But I never imagined it would be today.

It was achieved so easily.

Holy Son, Holy Son.

You personally built a vast empire, consolidated forces, and suppressed Shrek Academy to the point of barely surviving. In the eyes of outsiders, you were a god-like being with no flaws. Yet you so easily believed my words and came to attend this banquet that was specially arranged for you.

"Could it be that the cult leader poisoned the wine?" Xu Cheng asked with a smile.

“How could this be…” Zhongli Wu shook his head.

“I have invited Your Highness here because I have important matters to discuss.” He raised his hand and took a piece of paper from the attendant beside him, a smile on his face: “I hope Your Highness will rescind the regulations that were previously promulgated.”

"Regulations?" Xu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Exactly! Your Highness, you don't know, but our Holy Spirit Cult started out by relying on evil soul masters. In the beginning, killing, arson, and robbery were all commonplace. Slaughtering villages and towns at the slightest disagreement was the foundation that made the Holy Spirit Cult famous throughout the continent. Now, our brothers don't even allow the buying and selling of people anymore. Do you think our Holy Spirit Cult can continue to develop?"

Zhongli Wu laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult burst into laughter.

"Yes, Your Highness, we've all been through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If you were to ask us to lay down our weapons and become Buddhas on the spot, we might not be able to adapt..."

"I still miss the days when I and my brothers burned, killed, and looted together."

"..."

"Is that so?" Xu Cheng looked surprised.

He glanced at the papers on the table.

It appears to be a decree issued in his name to abolish the restrictions placed on the Holy Spirit Cult within the Sun and Moon Empire, to establish it as the state religion, and to grant it supreme status.

All it takes is a signature and the affixing of the Emperor's Seal of the Sun and Moon, and it becomes effective.

"..."

Nana glanced at Zhongli Wu with her beautiful eyes, a hint of disdain flashing across her face.

He simply stood behind Xu Cheng, silent and indifferent.

Her gaze swept around without fear. Having trained for two years in the Temple of Destruction, she had successfully condensed her soul core, advanced to the title of Title Douluo, and possessed two 100,000-year-old divinely bestowed soul rings. This was enough for her to look down on most of the people present, especially the eight elders...

The former "figurehead" only gained his status in the Holy Spirit Cult because of Xu Cheng, but now he has gained a bit more real confidence.

“Yes…” Zhongli Wu was happy to continue the act, pretending to look worried and distressed.

"Aren't you making things difficult for a group of evil spirit masters to obey the law? Since you promised to make the Holy Spirit Cult the state religion of the Sun and Moon Sect, why not take this opportunity at the banquet to sign the agreement?"

Zhongliwu poured out his grievances.

“In that case, it is indeed inappropriate.” Xu Cheng nodded slightly.

"Hahahaha..." Zhongliwu couldn't help but laugh.

His gaze towards Xu Cheng held a hint of disdain. "Little brat, trying to play with me? You're still too green."

But the next moment.

“Then you might as well go to the original continent, where such behavior might be tolerated,” Xu Cheng said softly.

"..."

The entire conference hall fell silent instantly.

Many elders looked astonished.

They couldn't fathom where Xu Cheng, trapped like a turtle in a jar, got the audacity to challenge Zhongli Wu.

The saying goes, "A wise man submits to circumstances," and although even if he signed the agreement, they certainly wouldn't let him leave easily, but...

Daring to tear off all pretense like this, the consequences will likely be dire...

"..."

Zhongli Wu also looked surprised, then chuckled and shook his head.

"It seems our Holy Prince really wants to become a saint?"

"I won't waste any more words. This decree, sign it or not!" As his true intentions were revealed, his tone turned cold. Sitting next to Xu Cheng, a faint but terrifying aura emanated from him.

With the falling out, the atmosphere in the hall became tense and confrontational.

The soul power within everyone was subtly mobilized, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Ye Cheng, in particular, was the focus of attention, being restrained by the two enshrined figures.

Zhang Peng, Wu Yun, and others were in the same situation.

"..." Despite the seemingly favorable situation, Zhongli Wu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Something seems wrong?
How could this young man be so composed? And the girl behind him also had her arms crossed over her chest, her breathing steady, without the slightest sign of panic.

He's just a Soul Saint, yet his cultivation has advanced very quickly in just three years.

but……

Surely they wouldn't act so arrogantly in front of me?

"And Cain..."

His gaze swept toward Ming Yuzong, who was not far away.

As the little princess of the Mingyu Sect, she stood on the other side behind Xu Cheng, leisurely picking her nails. Her face was slightly pale but delicate, and her beautiful eyes held a hint of thirst for blood.

"This attitude is wrong..."

Zhongli Wu frowned slightly, but hesitated to make a move.

"What are you waiting for?!"

A sharp voice rang out from deep within the conference hall.

Long Xiaoyao, supporting Ye Xishui, appeared in everyone's sight.

"Supreme Elder, Great Offering!"

Everyone stood up and respectfully greeted him.

Ye Xishui's sharp eyes were fixed on Xu Cheng as she walked towards him step by step. Although she was on the verge of death, she still exuded the pressure of a Limit Douluo.

She stared coldly at Xu Cheng.

"You are the culprit behind the Holy Spirit Cult's fall to this state!"

"Xu Cheng, you have failed the Holy Spirit Cult's expectations of you!"

"How exactly did you manage to keep the cycle of death going? Those powerful members of the Holy Spirit Cult whose strength was greatly reduced because their souls were forcibly separated by the law have always trusted you! They regarded you as the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

They began to whisper among themselves.

After all, no one expected that the sudden anomaly that led to a significant reduction in the strength of the entire Holy Spirit Cult was actually caused by Xu Cheng.

"Senior Ye, I remember three years ago, you trusted me quite a bit. How come you are acting like this now? It really chills my heart..." Xu Cheng said with a smile.

"The past is the past, the present is the present," Ye Xishui said coldly. "Your actions have already lost the trust of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

I'm saying it one last time!

"If you agree now to relinquish that damned power of death, allowing your soul to remain on the continent, and fulfilling Wu'er's previous request, then you will still be a Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult. If not..."

Ye Xishui snorted coldly, and a surge of powerful soul energy erupted from her body.

"I'm not dead yet!"

Wu Yun glanced at Long Xiaoyao, who was being supported by him and had an expressionless face, and felt a chill in his heart.

Even if Xu Cheng had already laid a trap outside.

But with this lineup, it will probably be difficult to break through.

"If that's the case," Ye Xishui said with a cold laugh, waving her hand as she saw Xu Cheng's expressionless face.

"We pay homage to the Holy Emperor!"

"..."

Everyone sighed.

The Holy Ruler is naturally the "god" worshipped by the Holy Spirit Church.

However, he is not a true god, but more like a local deity, similar to a certain ancestor who founded the Holy Spirit Church.

To pay homage to a holy ruler naturally requires drawing blood before him.

Zhong Liwu, Ye Xishui, and other powerful members of the Holy Spirit Cult from the same faction bowed deeply to the statue in the high hall. Long Xiaoyao stood indifferently, but frowned slightly, as if he had sensed a strange atmosphere, and then shook his head.

As a Limit Douluo, his confidence in his own strength surpasses everything else.

"Excuse me, everyone."

Xu Cheng's voice suddenly rang out from above.

It seemed to linger and echo throughout the hall.

"you……"

Ye Xishui and the others looked up abruptly, a look of horror flashing in their eyes. The statue above them depicted a person sitting leisurely on a golden throne, but how could this person's appearance be exactly the same as Xu Cheng's?!
When did this happen?
They turned around, only to find that Xu Cheng had already disappeared from the spot.

Their whereabouts are unknown.

The sculpture above seemed to come alive.

As pieces of golden pastry fell from Xu Cheng's body, revealing his fair skin, he looked down at the crowd like an emperor, a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Why are you bowing to me?"

"Buzz!"

It was as if the surrounding space had collapsed.

Then it was reorganized again.

The dimly lit headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult had vanished, replaced by a magnificent palace, towering mechs surrounding them, and countless fully armed Soul Guidance experts, who watched them with a mocking gaze, like cats toying with mice.

"Ye Xishui, you intend to imprison my Sun and Moon Emperor, you truly do not know the meaning of death." Huo Qing, clad in heavy armor, had murderous intent in his eyes.

She watched with her own eyes as Xu Cheng rose step by step to become the Emperor of the Sun and Moon.

Now the Holy Spirit Church is trying to steal the fruits of this victory?

Damn it!

The nearly one thousand Fire Phoenix Legion guards around him were all filled with murderous intent.

The high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult were trembling with fear.

Even a fool could figure it out now.

It was Xu Cheng who had played them for fools. Zhongli Wu glanced at Xu Cheng, who was sitting on the throne, head propped up, looking down at them with a mocking expression, and felt a chill run down his spine.

wrong!

Xu Cheng is definitely a genius, but how could his illusion magic reach this level?

It's somewhat understandable that he was bewitched.

But now?

Almost the entire Holy Spirit Cult was trapped in an illusion.

This even includes Uncle Long and his mother!
This illusion, which encompassed both Limit Douluo, was beyond terrifying. Even now, though the illusion had been exposed, he felt it was not an illusion at all, but rather revealed a strange sense of reality.

"You're not a Soul Saint!!!" he exclaimed.

"Pfft..." Nana couldn't help but laugh as she leaned against Xu Cheng's back.

“That’s right, you noticed that.” Xu Cheng clicked his tongue, revealing a surprised expression.

Zhong Liwu: "..."

"Death!"

Ye Xishui's face was contorted with rage as the Death God Tower slowly emerged from the sky.

Lacking the souls that were once imprisoned there, struggling and wailing, it appeared much simpler, but it contained the full force of this Limit Douluo's attack.

"Be careful, protect His Highness!"

Within the main hall.

Countless fiery figures instantly formed a soul-guiding array.

"I bet your gun is empty..."

Xu Cheng casually uttered a statement that left everyone baffled.

And the next moment.

Ye Xishui felt the Death Tower being hollowed out in an instant, and the all-out attack she had just gathered vanished into thin air.

(End of Chapter)