Douluo Continent: It Became Huo Yuhao's Golden Finger!

Chapter 216 Joining the Holy Spirit Cult, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo is Naturally Countered! [Bonus Chapter - 865+880 Monthly Tickets]

Too lazy to bother with this guy, I flapped my wings and flew away.

However, this matter needs to be taken seriously.

Through the secret method of establishing a clone, inform the Lord of the Light Palace that if too many people below become greedy, it will be easy for those without faith to take advantage of the situation, and they need to be properly managed.

[Lord of the Light Palace: I understand. Hurry back, Jing Hongchen has been waiting here for an hour.]

Came so fast?
[Zhuge Lan: Then open a portal to my space and pick me up, while you're at it, show off your muscles.]

[Lord of Light: Very well.]

Two seconds later.

"Tear it apart——"

A spatial rift opened precisely beside him. Zhuge Lan stepped in, spun around for a while, and was then spat out back into the Temple of Light.

When Jing Hongchen saw this scene, his eyebrows twitched a few times.

Using teleportation to pull people across long distances for a sneak attack—who can defend against that?!

I don't know.

The Light Palace Master was able to accurately pull people over entirely thanks to the soul connection of his secret clone; otherwise, how could he have sensed a location thousands of kilometers away?
Zhuge Lan, however, seemed to be deep in thought.

This time, Xiao Yuhao condensed his spiritual core and gained some insight into spatial power, coupled with the connection to the undead demiplane.

Perhaps they can copy the signature tactics of the "Yellow Flash"?

"Ahem!" Jing Hongchen said restrainedly, "The six elders of the Holy Spirit Sect happen to be in Mingdu on business and are very interested in you. Come with me."

"Okay, let's go."

Jing Hongchen nodded to the Palace Master of the Light before activating the flying soul guide.

Zhuge Lan flapped her wings and followed.

I ran the information through my mind.

The Holy Spirit Cult's reserve of Title Douluo is comparable to that of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago.

There are a total of 22 titled Douluo, including the main and deputy leaders, the twelve honorees, and the eight elders.

Furthermore, there are three Limit Douluo: former sect leader Zhongli Laogui, Supreme Sect Leader Ye Xishui, and Chief Elder Long Xiaoyao.

However, with the arrival of the Land of Inheritance, the prestige of the Limit Douluo has been severely diminished.

These six are known as Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, a level 96 Super Douluo whose Martial Soul, Scorpion Tiger, belongs to the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger subspecies.

Its signature skill, Beast Soul, is completely countered by necromancy; it's just a roadside monster.

To Zhuge Lan's surprise, the meeting place was Mingde Hall, and even Jing Hongchen's office.

Jing Hongchen stopped and said, "The Sixth Elder is inside. You can talk in detail."

He turned and left immediately, while a soul-guided shield rose up to block outside detection.

no way.

The Holy Spirit Cult has a terrible reputation, and Jing Hongchen is afraid of being found to be involved with it.

Zhuge Lan, skilled and daring, pushed open the door and entered.

There sat a masked man, exuding a dark aura, his eyes so cold they seemed to freeze people.

It's quite intimidating.

But Zhuge Lan was completely unaffected, and even rolled her eyes.

"You're threatening the people of the Temple of Light with death?"

Zhang Peng remained unmoved, simply staring at Zhuge Lan, waiting for him to continue.

"Sigh, why do you always have to resort to this kind of bluffing?" Zhuge Lan said helplessly. "Let's get straight to the point. I'm having trouble with my Nine Trials of the Sea God, so I'm planning to join your Holy Spirit Cult and ask you to help me pass the divine trials."

As he spoke, he activated the Sea God's mark between his eyebrows. The vast aura he exuded was even greater than that of a Limit Douluo, finally causing a change in Zhang Peng's expression.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "I never expected that among the six great inheritance sites, the Temple of Light would actually be able to obtain the second sequence."

—As expected, they are arranged according to the positions of the gods, with the first sequence being the land of the Asura God King's inheritance.

"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to accept it or not?" Zhuge Lan said bluntly.

"Aren't you afraid of this old man?" Zhang Peng, the Super Douluo, was filled with arrogance. "I wonder if the Temple of Light can still revive you after your soul is made into a beast soul?"

Zhuge Lan clicked his tongue.

Are all these evil spirit masters out of their minds? Why do they have to go through this whole process?

"Buzzing—"

The Martial Soul Mirror Image of the Divine Beast appeared, and its first six Soul Rings flashed in turn.

His martial soul switched to a purplish-black scorpion tiger, and the eight blood-red soul rings made Zhang Peng's pupils shrink!
Zhuge Lan glanced at the information.

"The eighth soul skill, Twelve Beast Masters, is it?"

“Each of them has a cultivation level equivalent to an eighth-ring Soul Master. Once these main beast souls are attacked, they can absorb the ordinary beast souls next to them to replenish their own consumption. They are indeed powerful.”

"However, the light magic and necromancy of my Temple of Light are natural counters to yours."

"I can't use light magic because I don't have spiritual power, but I can use necromancy because I have spiritual power."

Zhuge Lan raised his hand and summoned the Necromancer's Scepter, shrouded in black mist, and pointed it at Zhang Peng.

Necromantic manipulation!

Zhang Peng's expression changed drastically. The beast soul within his body burst out uncontrollably, and the ferocious beast head roared, trying to break free from his control.

The most outrageous thing was that when Zhuge Lan's eighth spirit ring lit up, a terrifying suction force came from it, and the beast spirits rushed out, trying to enter the eighth spirit ring.

At the critical moment, Zhuge Lan canceled the Scorpion Tiger Martial Soul, and the effect of the soul skill dissipated. The beast souls wandered around in confusion for a moment.

Zhuge Lan casually returned the Necromancer's Scepter, and without the influence of necromancy, the beast souls were once again controlled by Zhang Peng and returned to his body.

But his eyes revealed a look of utter horror, and a dense killing intent was gathering within them.

Zhuge Lan picked at his ear.

"Are you sure you want to kill someone from the Temple of Light?"

One sentence left Zhang Peng speechless.

Damn the Temple of Light, they're a bunch of crazy lunatics who aren't afraid of death!
They couldn't compete with the beast souls, and they couldn't kill people.

Damn, this is so frustrating!
He must be out of his mind. He was just delivering a message, why did he have to get involved in the affairs of the Temple of Light out of curiosity?

Now that they're in this predicament, they're stuck in a difficult position!
Take two deep breaths.

Zhang Peng ignored what had happened before and said in a deep voice—

“You are a member of the Temple of Light, and now you want to join the Holy Spirit Cult. How can we trust you?”

"Don't say I'm talking about evil spirit masters having faith. It's just mutual exploitation." Zhuge Lan said casually, "You help me complete the Nine Trials of the Sea God. During that time, I will fight for the Holy Spirit Cult. If you are interested, some resources from the Temple of Light can also be traded."

Supplies from the Temple of Light?

Don't say it.

Even Zhang Peng was extremely envious of the resurrection slots and the scrolls of light magic.

Then there's this one named Lan Zhu, who has a special martial soul ability and is also a god inheritor.

Whether someone is loyal or not is irrelevant as long as they are willing to fight for the Holy Spirit Church.

But one thing must be made clear.
"Your Temple of Light worships the Goddess of Light, so how could you collude with us evil spirit masters?"

"Just a little trick to deceive the power of faith." Zhuge Lan raised his hand and summoned a wisp of necromantic power: "Our true faith is in the Holy God of Necromancy, where light and darkness coexist. We are good at healing the world, and we are also interested in playing with souls."

Incidentally, a small portal was opened, releasing dozens of undead, filling the entire room with a cold and dark aura.

Zhang Peng was quite envious.

—These are all high-quality beast soul materials!

"Don't overthink it, there's no way I'm giving it to you," Zhuge Lan said cheerfully. "Besides, even if I did give it to you, would you dare take it?"

Zhang Peng recalled the moment when his beast soul went out of control.

I really don't dare to take it.
Otherwise, you never know when it might backfire on you.

"I know."

Zhang Peng nodded and said—

"You are now a member of the Holy Spirit Cult. Now tell me in detail about your abilities, and I will determine whether you can become a Holy Son."

"The Holy Son's status is second only to the leader and the honoree, and even the eight titled elders must obey his orders."

That sounds very tempting.

But Zhuge Lan stared at Zhang Peng with the look of someone looking at an idiot.

"You just want to find out information about me, don't you? You make it sound so noble."

Zhang Peng's eye twitched. If anyone else had spoken to him like that, even a holy son or daughter, they would have been taught a lesson at the very least.

But Zhuge Lan...
I will endure!

He got up intending to take Zhuge Lan away and get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible.

Zhuge Lan, however, bluffed—

"There's really nothing to hide about my martial spirit and soul skills."

"To put it bluntly, it boils down to two words: copying."

"I can copy all of them: Martial Soul, Soul Ring, Soul Skill, Soul Bone Skill, and Self-created Soul Skill."

"Such as this."

Zhuge Lan switched her martial soul to Dark Blue Silver Grass, and her purplish-black branches wrapped around Zhang Peng, activating her devouring ability.

Even at level 96, he could sense his soul power slowly draining away, and his physical life force was pouring out.

Startled, Zhang Peng unleashed a burst of soul power, cracking the dark blue silver grass on his body, but it didn't shatter on the spot.

And in the blink of an eye, the cracks in the dark blue silver grass healed, and the entanglement tightened even more.

Zhang Peng unleashed a powerful burst of energy, shattering the Dark Blue Silver Grass and flattening all the desks, chairs, and benches in the office, piling them up in the corner where they were stopped by the Soul Guidance Shield.

"You destroyed this yourself, I'm not going to compensate you," Zhuge Lan teased. "That martial soul was Dark Blue Silver Grass from Shrek Academy, which can devour life force to accelerate soul power cultivation."

Zhang Peng noticed Zhuge Lan's Soul Douluo strength and his apparent age of around twenty.

No wonder he cultivated so quickly; was he using some kind of evil spirit master technique?

It really is.
A born evil spirit master!
The fact that the Temple of Light could accommodate such a talent clearly indicates that there are dark secrets behind the scenes; it's just that the magic of light is too deceptive.

Who could imagine that a group of knights who save the world would do all sorts of crazy things in private?
"Your martial spirit is truly enviable," Zhang Peng said sincerely. "In just one exchange, you replicated all my abilities, and the spirit rings are even 10-year spirit rings. How did you do that? A 10-year spirit spirit?"

Zhuge Lan shrugged, spread his hands, and tilted his head in a three-part sequence.

"I didn't know. My spirit rings are generated automatically, and their age increases with my cultivation level."

Zhang Peng: "."

Unheard of!

But it's hard to say whether this weird thing that can even replicate self-created soul skills is fake.

Moreover, the facts are undeniable: eight 10-year soul rings cannot be faked.

It really is.
I'm so jealous I want to kill that kid!

“Crunch—”

"Huh?" Zhuge Lan asked curiously, "Sixth Elder, are you gritting your teeth?"

"No!" Zhang Peng denied. "Now tell me, what kind of divine exam content is this? Even the Temple of Light can't help you with it, so you have to come to our Holy Spirit Cult."

"Actually, it's nothing much. It just means I have to kill a Title Douluo with my bare hands without using my Martial Soul, Soul Skills, Soul Bones, or Soul Bone Skills."

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Zhang Peng rubbed his temples and sighed, "Do people talk about this?"
"Your advantage is copying martial souls, but you can't even use soul bones? How is that possible?"

"Or perhaps you are actually a high-level Soul Master?"

"If you had 60% of Jing Hongchen's combat power, the Holy Spirit Sect could arrange for you to hunt a level 91 Title Douluo."

Zhuge Lan shook her head.

"From birth until now, the only soul tool I've ever used is a storage ring."

—After all, this third clone has only been born for half a year.

Zhang Peng sighed and changed his approach.

"Then we'll beat a Title Douluo half to death, and you can pick up the scraps?"

"Crippling someone is acceptable, but they must have the combat power of a Title Douluo; otherwise, it won't count."

Zhang Peng did not give up and continued to propose new ideas—

"Lead it into the Jedi."

"Then we'll implant the Gu poison."

"Deploying battlefield mines using soul-guided devices"

"A stray ferocious beast intervened during the battle."

Zhang Peng really put his heart into it, proposing a total of 81 solutions.

But all of them were rejected.

That's how strict they were; they never intended for Zhuge Lan to pass.

"There's nothing I can do about that," Zhang Peng said dismissively. "Why don't you try a different place of inheritance? You don't have to get hung up on the Sea God."

Zhuge Lan chuckled softly.

Enough with the teasing, time to reveal our hand.

"Although I cannot use soul skills or soul bone skills, I have mastered many of the self-created soul skills that were copied from me."

"For example, Dragon God Douluo's reign of supreme power, the Haotian Sect's exploding rings, and Huo Yuhao's infatuation."

"The sea god also taught me three divine skills: one for control, one for group attacks, and one for single-target attacks."

"However, I am currently lacking a trident weapon. I could have copied the Trident of Poseidon, but it has been disabled."

"So now I need a melee soul tool, the higher the level the better."

Zhang Peng glanced at Zhuge Lan with half-closed eyes.

Why didn't you say such important information earlier?
"You're fine too."

Does someone need to ask this?

"need."

You dare talk back?
"Don't you dare kill me."

Hmm? You... Hmm? He can read minds?

"I don't know, your emotions are written all over your eyes."

Zhang Peng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It's day!

He's asking for trouble today, insisting on joining in the fun!
"Soul tools are simple; you can have Jing Hongchen make one."

"What type of Title Douluo do you want? I will report to the Sect Leader when I return, and I believe I will have news soon."

Zhuge Lan pondered for a moment.

In his opinion, it would be best to have a healing or support character.

However, he will most likely fail the divine test.

"Let's get a defensive one, my defense is a bit lacking."

"Okay, let's wait for news."

Zhang Peng readily agreed and transformed into a gust of black wind, bursting out of the window.

He didn't want to stay in this place for even a second longer!

After a few seconds.

Jing Hongchen entered with a strange expression, glanced at the mess, and his lips twitched a few times.

I knew it wouldn't be good!

"Zhang Peng did all this, you should ask him for compensation!" Zhuge Lan drew a clear line.

"No need to compensate," Jing Hongchen said inexplicably. "The Sixth Elder said you wanted to forge a melee soul tool?"

"Yeah, the kind that can kill a Title Douluo."

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Under certain circumstances, an eighth-level soul tool can indeed be used to fight against a titled Douluo.

Like the Judgment Sword confiscated by Shrek Academy, when fully charged, it can rival the full-force attack of a level 94 Title Douluo.

The problem is that these level-eight peak soul tools are incredibly expensive to manufacture!
It's not just a technical issue; the main problem is the scarcity of high-grade rare metals.

But the six priests' instructions before they left, plus the fact that this blue bamboo came from the Temple of Light.

He couldn't afford to offend either side.

Damn!

What the hell is this!

(End of this chapter)