Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 6 Crimson Douluo
"This isn't some kind of charitable institution that preaches reason and benevolence."

Fei Yan gently twirled the parasol in her hand, her tone carrying a familiar indifference:

"You only have two paths before you: either become nourishment for someone's cultivation, or, with your rather special bloodline, the effect might be even better."

She saw Xia Die's face turn pale instantly, smiled with satisfaction, and continued.

"Or... join us and become one of us. After all, our Holy Spirit Church has always been inclusive and welcomes all comers."

As she spoke, a barely perceptible darkness flashed in her red eyes, as if she were recalling some unpleasant memories of her own past.

Perhaps she didn't willingly step into this quagmire, but was forced by fate and had no other choice but to embrace the darkness, becoming a fearsome evil spirit master.

Therefore, she didn't care at all about Xia Die's flawed lies.

In this place, the past is meaningless; only survival and strength are the eternal themes.

She didn't care what secrets Xia Die held, only whether those secrets could be used by the Holy Spirit Cult, or whether this interesting little fellow could survive in this cruel environment and bring some new fun.

"Then, Little Butterfly."

With a smile, Fei Yan uttered the most cruel choice in the sweetest tone.

"Do you want to become nourishment, irrigating this land? Or do you want to... join us and become a glorious disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

The lie was ruthlessly exposed, and the feigned panic and helplessness on Xia Die's face receded like the tide.

She raised her small face, and her amethyst-like eyes regained their calm, stillness—a tranquility and serenity that seemed completely out of place for her age, almost as if she had seen through the ways of the world.

"So, do I have a choice?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, but it lacked any emotional fluctuation, as if she were simply stating a given fact.

Fei Yan looked at the little person in front of her whose expression changed in an instant. Instead of being angry, she seemed to have discovered some priceless treasure. Her smile became more and more radiant and eerie, and her scarlet pupils flashed with excitement.

"Yes, Little Butterfly is so clever!"

She echoed sweetly, her tone carrying a seductive rhythm.

"We have never had the right to choose between heaven and hell; we have only been chosen by fate."

This statement is less a warning to Xia Die and more a sigh from Fei Yan about her past.

She seemed to see in this overly calm little girl the version of herself who had once been cornered and ultimately plunged into darkness.

An indescribable feeling, almost a sense of shared misery, mixed with long-standing boredom and a desire to find amusement, suddenly gave rise to an unprecedented idea in her mind.

He took her as his apprentice.

With such a temperament, plus... Fei Yan keenly sensed the faint yet extremely pure soul power fluctuations within Xia Die's body, which were clearly at the tenth level.

Given her bone age, she must have been born with full soul power. Such talent is top-tier even within the Holy Spirit Cult.

"Decided."

Fei Yan's smile became more genuine, carrying an undeniable air.

"From today onwards, you are my only personal disciple, Scarlet Douluo Feiyan."

As she spoke, with a hint of intimacy, she naturally reached out her fair and slender hand, wanting to take Xia Die's hand.

In her view, this was both a sign of acceptance and a hint of intimacy.

Xia Die's eyes flickered slightly. She was well aware of the characteristics of her body. Her lips had just parted, and before she could even utter a word of warning, Fei Yan's warm fingertips had already touched her slightly cool palm.

"Swoosh—!" The moment they made contact, a strange change occurred.

An invisible and intangible, yet terrifying power containing absolute stillness, like a ferocious beast awakened, instantly surged upwards from the point of contact between the two.

On Fei Yan's fair arms, eerie and ferocious purple lines spread at a visible speed. Wherever they passed, the life force beneath the skin seemed to be instantly drained, giving off a chilling and decaying feeling that made one's soul tremble.

"what?!"

The smile on Fei Yan's face froze instantly, replaced by horror.

She felt the chilling breath of death approaching, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

It was a annihilating power that ignored levels and defenses, directly targeting the very essence of life.

"boom--!"

Almost instinctively, a vast and terrifying soul force erupted from her petite body like a volcanic eruption.

The dark red aura of soul power formed a tangible shockwave, mercilessly blasting the nearby butterfly away.

"boom!"

Xia Die's petite body crashed into a twisted ancient tree in the distance. She groaned and slid to the ground, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, Fei Yan had no time to spare for anything else.

Her face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked the back of her dress.

She unleashed the immense soul power of a level 97 Super Douluo, and the vast energy surged like a raging river towards the arm eroded by the power of death, desperately blocking and eroding the purple patterns that were constantly trying to spread upwards.

Dark red and eerie purple clashed fiercely on her arm, producing a faint but teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

Several breaths passed before the terrifying purple patterns were forcibly suppressed and forced back due to the absolute difference in strength, and finally slowly dissipated.

However, the once fair skin on Fei Yan's arm seemed to have lost all its luster, becoming somewhat dull and withered.

She clutched her arm, still shaken, and when she looked at Xia Die struggling to her feet in the distance, her eyes were filled with surprise, shock, and a hint of barely concealed...greed and fanaticism.

"What terrifying power of death..."

Fei Yan's voice had a dryness that she herself was unaware of.

"In that instant just now... if my cultivation hadn't far surpassed yours, a Soul Emperor would have been completely eroded, either dead or crippled. Even a Soul Saint would never dare to touch you without special means."

She stared intently at Xia Die, as if examining a deadly weapon.

"If you were to grow stronger and that power were to become even more powerful... even a Title Douluo would likely be killed by you in an instant."

This realization made Fei Yan's heart pound violently.

This is hardly an innocent little girl; it's clearly a nascent form of death walking among humans.

She was determined to take this apprentice as her own.

Just as all the evil spirit masters in the arena were stunned and at a loss for what to do by this sudden change,

Having made up his mind to take in this strange girl, Scarlet Nightmare was about to speak to stabilize the situation when a languid yet supremely authoritative female voice, as if from the depths of the netherworld, resounded without warning in the depths of everyone's soul:

"Such a rough gem, Scarlet Nightmare, you probably can't carve it."

The voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling quality that could freeze one's soul.

(End of this chapter)