Douluo Continent: Starting by controlling the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult

Chapter 15 Thoughts in the Morning Light

Spring passed and autumn came; Huo Yuhao turned eleven.

For a whole year, Huo Yuhao stayed obediently in the Holy Spirit Cult, tempering his body in the blood pool. Zhong Liyu, who was responsible for forcing him to cultivate, also benefited from Huo Yuhao's efforts, absorbing a lot of essence in the blood pool and rapidly increasing his own soul power.

During this time, even Zhongli Wu and other elders of the Holy Spirit Cult suggested taking Huo Yuhao out for a walk to relax, but Huo Yuhao refused.

"What a joke! Isn't it better to cultivate while holding the Holy Maiden?" Huo Yuhao thought to himself, but he also understood that the reason he avoided going out was because he was worried that his transmigrated self would affect the timeline. The sooner the timeline changed drastically, the sooner his God's perspective would lose its meaning.

In the previous year, Huo Yuhao was still a servant in the Duke's mansion, suffering a lot of bullying. But Huo Yuhao, who had transmigrated, had already blown up the Duke's mansion.

The destruction of a small ducal mansion will not have a significant impact on the entire continent. At most, the White Tiger Duke will grieve for a while due to the death of his wife. Given his philandering nature, Dai Hao will most likely remarry a woman from the Star Luo royal family, which is a common tactic used by the Star Luo royal family to control their subjects.

At eleven years old, Huo Yuhao was still a boy, but he was already capable of sexual intercourse, so Zhongli Yu, that vixen, rarely dared to tease him anymore. Compared to Huo Yuhao at the same age in the original story, he was a full head taller, with a well-proportioned body and explosive power. Affected by the blood pool, his whole being was filled with a fierce aura, like a ferocious beast that would devour its prey.

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In the blood pool, the originally scarlet water has completely returned to its clear state. Huo Yuhao nestled comfortably in Zhongli Yu's arms, washing his face with milk, completely at ease.

Zhong Liyu's pretty face flushed red, and her charming appearance could drive any man crazy. She was gratified by Huo Yuhao's infatuation with her. In the past year, this boy had made his hands on her quite a bit, and she, the Holy Maiden, was already his.

After a year of nurturing, their relationship had reached a point of deep intimacy, which was exactly what Huo Yuhao wanted. He knew he would leave the Holy Spirit Cult sooner or later, and if possible, he would do everything in his power to take this woman with him.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Zhongli Yu asked Huo Yuhao in her arms, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Yes, I've already mentioned it to the elders. You'll come with me and protect my safety. The sect leader and the others will feel at ease," Huo Yuhao said groggily with his eyes closed.

The Blood Pool lost its body-tempering effect about half a month ago. Now it's just a natural bathhouse for Huo Yuhao to soak in. His physical strength has been tested by the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Sect and has been unanimously recognized as being comparable to a Soul Master. At his age, all the younger generation on the continent can only look up to him.

"Are you planning to take me away and fly away?" Zhong Liyu suddenly asked. Having been by Huo Yuhao's side for so long, she had become able to understand him at certain times. Sometimes she could tell that Huo Yuhao, this Holy Son, was not actually interested in their Holy Spirit Cult.

After a year of getting along, when Huo Yuhao was serious, Zhong Liyu felt as if she was facing not a ten-year-old boy, but a mature man who had experienced many hardships. Especially when he was lost in memories, the starry sky in his bright eyes deeply attracted Zhong Liyu.

"Are you willing to give up the Holy Spirit Cult?" Huo Yuhao suddenly opened his eyes, met Zhong Liyu's alluring gaze, and smiled.

Zhongli Yu was momentarily speechless at Huo Yuhao's question. After a long silence, she resumed her usual cold and indifferent demeanor in front of outsiders and said, "I am the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Sect."

Hearing Zhongli Yu's reply, Huo Yuhao said no more. Everything was understood without words. He stood up straight in the clear pool, splashing water, and walked out with a carefree air, leaving Zhongli Yu with a cold expression.

Only when she could no longer hear Huo Yuhao's footsteps did Zhongli Yu's frozen face slowly relax. She gave a bitter smile, her beautiful eyes filled with melancholy. Yes, based on a woman's sixth sense, she felt that she might not be able to keep this young man. Even though she was the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Sect, she did not tell Zhongli Wu her intuition immediately.

Huo Yuhao was intoxicated by her gentle charm, but Zhongli Yu was not intoxicated by the strange feelings Huo Yuhao brought her.

"Yuhao..." Zhong Liyu's beautiful eyes gradually became dazed.

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The next morning, on the outskirts of the Demon Forest.

Huo Yuhao and Zhongli Yu were fully prepared to depart, and a group of Holy Spirit Cult elders came to see the Holy Son off.

Compared to the original story where he traveled alone with only a few personal belongings, Huo Yuhao, as the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult, was armed to the teeth. In addition to several level seven or eight trigger-type soul-guided cannons lying quietly in his storage soul tool, Huo Yuhao had more than a hundred trigger-type invincible shields all over his body. In Zhongli Wu's words, even if he faced a combined attack from peerless powerhouses like Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui, Huo Yuhao would be safe and sound within seconds.

Huo Yuhao's reason for this trip was naturally to pay respects to his mother, Huo Yun'er. The Holy Spirit Sect was eager for him to stop cultivating and relax, so they did not object when Huo Yuhao proposed to travel far away. Moreover, he was accompanied by a Holy Maiden who was close to becoming a Title Douluo, so they were naturally not worried about the Holy Son's safety.

After all, flowers grown in a greenhouse can never become strong.

This was also the first time Huo Yuhao had seen Zhongli Yu's martial soul, the Death God Puppet, a top-tier evil martial soul inherited from the Zhongli lineage. Eight soul rings, seven black and one red, appeared at her feet, forcing Huo Yuhao to re-evaluate Zhongli Yu's true strength.

This trip was carried by Zhongli Yu, and the speed was not much slower than when they came. Huo Yuhao breathed in fresh air for the first time in a long time. In the year underground, the darkness and the smell of blood had long exceeded the range that normal people could tolerate.

Although Huo Yuhao had grown taller than a year ago, he was still quite a bit shorter than the slender Zhong Liyu. So he simply lay down on Zhong Liyu's back, inhaling the alluring fragrance, and closed his eyes to rest.

"If you move, I'll throw you down," Zhong Liyu warned coldly.

Huo Yuhao was taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled. However, he obediently refrained from any strange behavior, which greatly annoyed Zhong Liyu. In the past, when she threatened him, this guy would always shamelessly take advantage of the situation. Why did he change his ways after they came out?

Was it because of her rejection yesterday? Did he really want to leave the Holy Spirit Cult? At this thought, Zhong Liyu felt even more troubled, and her eyes became more complicated.

"Don't try any tricks. You are the Holy Son of my Holy Spirit Cult. The extremely evil power within your martial spirit, once exposed, will surely bring disaster!"

Was this a well-intentioned reminder? Huo Yuhao found it amusing. Whether a person's martial soul is righteous or evil depends on that person's stance and code of conduct. There is no such thing as an absolutely evil martial soul, only an evil mind.

"That's not necessarily true," Huo Yuhao said with a lazy smile.

"You!" Zhongli Yu abruptly stopped his speeding journey, grabbing Huo Yuhao by the collar mid-air. "If the Holy Son dares to betray our sect, we will surely punish him no matter how far he flees!"

Looking at the furious, stunningly beautiful face before him, Huo Yuhao's heart softened. She had perfectly inherited Ye Xishui's peerless beauty in her youth, and her martial soul had added a touch of bewitching charm. Her narrow eyes reflected Huo Yuhao's handsome face, and the constantly fluctuating light seemed to be making a difficult choice.

The mark Zhongli Yu had placed on Huo Yuhao had long been discovered by Bibi Dong within the Sea of ​​Spirit. Such a mark could be easily erased not only by Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, but also by Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and Ilex, whom Huo Yuhao was about to meet. Allowing it to remain in the Sea of ​​Spirit was merely a way to lull the Holy Spirit Cult's higher-ups into a false sense of security.

Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly deepened with affection. He raised a hand and slowly stroked Zhongli Yu's exquisite face. In that instant, Zhongli Yu seemed to see only herself in Huo Yuhao's pupils—yes, in the heavens and on the earth, only herself. Of course, this was an atmosphere that Huo Yuhao had silently created with his mental power.

"Can you bear to part with it?"

Those four short words almost took Zhong Liyu's breath away. At that moment, she didn't know whether she should be angry or moved.

Could she bear to part with it? Both she and Huo Yuhao were human beings, not emotionless machines. A year of living together day and night had already secretly planted a seed in Zhongli Yu's heart.

"I didn't expect you to be such a Casanova." Bibi Dong's strange voice rang in Huo Yuhao's mind, which made the latter quickly laugh in his mind. Since ancient times, even heroes have difficulty resisting the charms of beautiful women, and Huo Yuhao was no exception. Before transmigrating to this world, he was just an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

Just as Huo Yuhao was trying to bluff his way out of Bibi Dong's mind, Zhongli Yu suddenly pulled Huo Yuhao into her arms, her voice unconsciously carrying a hint of sobs.

"You're not allowed to leave! I won't let you leave..."

"Sigh..." Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly. Indeed, the favors of a beautiful woman are the hardest to bear. He gently patted Zhongli Yu's back but did not give a reply. He did not want to lie to this woman.

"Don't worry..."

The two were suspended in mid-air, embracing tightly in the morning light, the gentle sunshine bathing them in a warm glow—a truly heartwarming scene.

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