Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 5 Holy Spirit Cult Headquarters
Those signs were a distorted, eerie symbol, seemingly composed of countless tormented souls.

The strange symbols, along with the black-robed figures, the eerie aura emanating from Ronawa, and the buildings situated within the Soul Beast Forest, all served as reminders of where Yin Chen was.

Holy Spirit Religion!
The name instantly flooded his mind, and Yin Chen finally realized where he was.

One of the three major gathering places of soul beasts on the continent, and the most dangerous and bizarre demon forest in the Sun Moon Empire.

And this is the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Thinking of this, Yin Chen's lips twitched and his face darkened. Oh my god, he had actually stumbled upon the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult by accident. Wasn't this like delivering takeout?

She wanted to retreat and hide back in the forest's shelter, but it was too late.

"who?!"

A sharp, piercing shout rang out.

Almost at the same moment she was discovered, several figures emanating cold, sinister soul power appeared from different directions like ghosts, instantly surrounding her.

These people were pale-faced, with bloodlust and cruelty in their eyes. The soul power surging around them was filled with filth and an ominous aura. They were all evil soul masters, and their cultivation was at least at the Soul King level.

When they realized that the person who came was just a little girl who looked about six years old, with silver hair and purple eyes, whose tattered clothes could not hide her exquisite features, their faces did not show relaxation, but rather a deeper sense of surprise and vigilance.

Where is this place? Deep within the Demon Forest, at the entrance to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters.

How could a six-year-old girl, who is unarmed and looks harmless, possibly be here alone?
Something unusual must be going on. Thinking of the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts in the forest that could transform into human form, these evil soul masters were on high alert, secretly gathering their soul power, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

They would rather kill the innocent than let their guard down.

Just as tensions were running high and Yin Chen's heart was in his throat, a clear, slightly languid and playful female voice suddenly rang out in the room:

"Wow~ Why is the ground entrance so lively today? What are they all doing around the little cutie?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a petite figure walking gracefully from not far away.

She was a little girl dressed in a gorgeous Gothic black dress and carrying an exquisite black parasol. Her face was delicate like a doll's, but her red eyes held a sense of vicissitude and playfulness that were completely different from her appearance.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the evil soul master guards at the Soul King level immediately bowed and saluted, their tone respectful yet fearful: "Greetings, Third Elder."

The newcomer was none other than the Crimson Douluo, Fei Yan, one of the three elders of the Holy Spirit Cult and a level 97 Title Douluo, known for his unpredictable methods and eccentric personality.

Fei Yan walked gracefully forward, ignoring her nervous subordinates, and looked with great interest at Yin Chen, who was surrounded and trying to remain calm.

Her red eyes, which seemed to pierce through the soul, swept over Yin Chen. Then, as if she had seen something extremely interesting, she suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter grew louder and louder. She even exaggeratedly wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Hahahaha... This is hilarious! A real human little girl, with a bone age of six years old and not even a soul ring fluctuation, actually managed to scare you ruthless killers like this?"

"Hahaha, you've completely disgraced our Holy Spirit Cult!"

Fei Yan laughed so hard her body trembled, and even the parasol swayed with her laughter.

As a level 97 Super Douluo, her eyesight was incredibly sharp. She saw through Yin Chen's true nature at a glance—he was definitely not a soul beast in human form, but a real human girl whose bloodline seemed to be somewhat special.

Seeing a group of normally ferocious evil spirit kings frozen in fear by a little girl, the stark contrast made her find it incredibly comical.

Yin Chen's face tightened as he stared at the gothic lolita girl laughing uproariously, alarm bells ringing in his mind. This girl, who looked not much older than him, gave him the feeling that she was countless times more dangerous than all the evil spirit masters around them combined.

Fei Yan's scarlet eyes scrutinized the little one who was trying to appear calm, as if she had discovered a novel and interesting toy.

She held up a parasol, leaned slightly forward, and asked in a sweet, teasing voice:
"Sweetie, tell me, how did you manage to come to such a wonderful place all by yourself?"

Yin Chen thought to himself, "Old monster, what are you pretending to be young for?"

However, she still tried her best to imitate the gentle and serene temperament of Xia Die from her memory.

She raised her amethyst-like eyes, which quickly welled up with just the right amount of moisture, her voice tinged with a sob and lingering fear:
"My name is Xia Die. I came here with my elders to hunt for my first spirit ring."

Her little hands nervously twisted the torn corner of her clothes, a detail that was very touching.

"But...but we were so unlucky, we encountered a terrifying, terrifying ten-thousand-year-old soul beast...The elder...he did it to cover me..."

The conversation paused at the opportune moment, leaving ample room for imagination, as large tears slid down her fair cheeks, a performance that was both vivid and dramatic.

She continued, sobbing, "I...I ran for my life, I don't know how long I ran, and...I ran until I got here...When I saw houses, I thought...I thought I was saved..."

This account vividly portrays the image of a six-year-old child who has experienced a dramatic change, is panicked, yet still clings to a sliver of hope.

As Fei Yan listened, the playful smile on her lips grew even stronger.

She gently tapped the ground with the tip of her parasol, making a soft tapping sound, as if keeping time for the story of Xia Die.

"Oh? You went deep into the Demon Forest to hunt for your first spirit ring?"

Fei Yan tilted her head, her red pupils flashing with an all-knowing light.

"Little Butterfly, do you know how far this place is from the edge of the forest? What fearless family would bring their newly awakened seedlings to a place like this, only to become a feast for the soul beasts?"

Her tone was gentle, yet every word was piercing, revealing the huge flaws in this argument without any attempt to conceal them.

However, to Xia Die's surprise, Fei Yan did not seem inclined to investigate further.

She straightened up, gave a lazy yawn, as if she had just completed a boring interaction.

"Well, never mind."

Fei Yan waved her little hand, looking completely unconcerned.

"Where you come from, whose little darling you are, why you are here... none of that matters."

Her gaze swept over the still vigilant evil spirit masters around her, finally settling on Xia Die, her smile turning somewhat cold and cruel.

"The important thing is that you've come to the Holy Spirit Cult. Now that you're here, do you think you can leave so easily?"

Her words carried an undeniable chill.

(End of this chapter)