Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 362 Disposal
Didn't they say that the Holy Spirit Cult had disappeared, and even its headquarters had been destroyed by the Sun and Moon Empire? How come the Sixth Elder is here?

The disciples exchanged glances, and although they didn't speak, they could all see the confusion in each other's eyes.

Their soul power surged, and everyone was considering whether to make a move here. After all, dying here was better than being taken back to the Holy Spirit Cult and suffering endless torment.

However, before they could make a decision, they heard the Abomination Douluo speak again.

"Since it's you... come with me." The Abomination Douluo said, turning around. "Let's see how the sect leader deals with you."

He naturally sensed the surging soul power within his disciples, but he didn't take it to heart. After all, given the huge difference in strength, even if he didn't resist, these disciples might not be able to hurt him.

Bishop?

Watching the departing figure of the person they hated, their faces showed even greater confusion.

"us……"

"Ahem, keep up." Tang Ya coughed lightly. "If the Holy Spirit Cult still existed, we would have no chance to struggle at all."

As the words fell, silence descended upon the crowd once more. Tang Ya was right; if the Holy Spirit Cult truly still existed, those who had undergone the ascension ritual wouldn't even be able to struggle.

The snowstorm in the far north continued. Not long after the sky cleared, snowflakes began to fall again, completely burying everyone's footprints, making it impossible to see their way there.

All the disciples were Soul Masters, with the lowest cultivation level being at least Soul King. Apart from Tang Ya, who was injured while escaping from Heaven Dou City, the others were able to withstand the chill in the air.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a low mountain finally came into view. Upon closer inspection, a giant stele stood before the mountain, seemingly made entirely of solid ice, but without a single inscription on it.

Beyond the outer hills, you can see several simple courtyards. Although they don't look very large, you can see that different buildings are distinguished, giving them a somewhat sectarian feel.

Outside the gate, a figure stood quietly. As soon as the abomination arrived with his men, a voice rang out.

"The sect leader has emerged from seclusion."

As the voice rang out, the disciples following behind the abomination felt their bodies tremble in unison, and a cold, heavy feeling rose from their hearts, far more intense than the frigid cold of the surrounding far north.

The cold wind howled in their ears. It was only a few breaths, but it felt like an eternity to everyone. They stood motionless behind the abomination, waiting for the "leader" to deal with them.

"I didn't expect this place to have changed so much during my seclusion. Since you're here, don't just stand at the door, come in."

The sound came from inside and drifted past everyone's ears.

For some reason, the disciples suddenly felt that this voice was different from the one they had heard in the Holy Spirit Cult before, and even somewhat... familiar.

During Lin Xiao's seclusion, Hatred was not idle for a moment. With Nana's help, he built several courtyards on the basis of the initial few rooms, and it already looked like a sect.

Upon entering the gate, there is a not-too-large square directly in front of you. Looking up, you can see a grand hall. Lin Xiao is standing in front of the hall, wearing a black "robe" with dark red and dark blue patterns flowing slowly across it, as if he has come to life.

“Master.” Abomination stopped in his tracks.

"This is--"

The disciples stood in the square in front of the main hall, looking up slightly at the figure before them.

"What, you don't recognize me anymore now that I've taken off my mask?"

The familiar voice rang out again, and finally someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Eighth Elder?"

But, the leader?
The group exchanged bewildered glances, all turning their attention to the Hateful Douluo.

Lin Xiao's gaze swept over the group, and he realized they must have misunderstood something. He turned to look at Abomination and gave a helpless laugh.

If it were someone else, perhaps they were intentionally joking with these disciples, but if it were Hatred, perhaps he simply hadn't thought to explain the current situation to them.

Turning back, Lin Xiao's smile remained unchanged. "Welcome everyone to the Tongming Sect."

"Nana, take them to rest for a while. I see some people are injured. I have some medicine here, take it with you. Bring them to my room later."

"Yes, Master."

Lin Xiao took two steps forward and looked at Tang Ya, saying, "Let's talk about it later. I just came out of seclusion, and to be honest, I don't know much about this place."

Tang Ya seemed to have just come to her senses and nodded slightly.

Seeing everyone's figures disappear with Nana, Lin Xiao then looked at Abomination again.

"It's been a hard time."

Hatred shook his head. "I enjoy doing these things."

Lin Xiao paused slightly upon hearing this. In this world where martial spirits exist, it seems that few soul masters mention their hobbies outside of cultivation, and his understanding of hatred seems to be still limited.

"By the way, Master, I have erected a monument outside the mountain. Please inscribe something on it."

"There's no rush." ​​Lin Xiao smiled and gently raised his hand, several soul lamps floating in his palm. "It's fate that they found this place. Let's return these things to them first."

"Does the cult leader want to keep them here?"

"It's up to them. I won't stop anyone from leaving, and they can stay if they want. After all, this place was created for disciples like them..."

"We are willing to stay."

It was already night outside, but inside the main hall, several figures were already kneeling before Lin Xiao, saying, "Greetings, Master."

As if it had been agreed beforehand, everyone bowed down in unison.

"Get up, all of you. The Tongming Sect can't give you much; it's just a place for you to take shelter. You don't need to be so formal in the future."

"Yes, Master." The group responded in unison, standing up, but none of them looked up.

"The Soul Lamp has been returned to you, and the Tongming Sect will no longer restrict you in this way."

"Thank you, Master!"

Seeing the lingering traces of the Holy Spirit Cult on several disciples, Lin Xiao shook his head, stood up, and walked to Tang Ya's side.

"I'm sorry, Master, I..."

Seeing Tang Ya hesitate, Lin Xiao raised her hand to interrupt her, "I know you still care about the Tang Clan, but you don't need to worry. If you have nowhere else to go, you can stay here."

"My purpose in establishing the Tongming Sect was never to run it well..." Lin Xiao said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Master, the Holy Spirit Cult has countless disciples. If we continue to accept them, we'll probably be discovered by the Sun Moon Empire very soon," Nana said with some concern, looking at the group of disciples whose faces were full of joy.

“Yes.” Lin Xiao also looked up and glanced around. “Then I’ll go to Mingdu and see what the situation is like outside. I also have something else to do.”

(End of this chapter)