Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Ji Juechen thoroughly enjoyed himself that day.

He didn't know how many times he swung his sword, or how much blood he shed. He only knew that every time he sheathed his sword, a new enemy would appear before him, and then he would draw his sword again.

His clothes were soaked in black, evil blood, clinging tightly to his body. His face, arms, and even chest were covered with countless wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible.

His left arm was pierced by a bone spur from a Soul Emperor at the fifth stronghold, and he still can't lift it.

His ribs were also injured at the seventh stronghold, so he had a dull pain when breathing.

But his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Because while you may be covered in wounds, the benefits are also very real.

Every life-or-death battle is a tempering of the sword intent.

Every direct confrontation with an evil spirit master is a test of his fighting instincts. The deadly moves that he would never encounter in normal sparring force out the shortcomings in his swordsmanship, thus forcing him to become stronger.

When the eighth stronghold was destroyed, Ji Juechen stood amidst the corpses and suddenly felt a crisp sound coming from within his body, as if something had broken through.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Juechen discovered that his cultivation had broken through.

Level 63!

He looked down at his hand holding the sword, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

For him, battles were more like delicious dishes waiting for him to enjoy.

After a thoroughly enjoyable battle, Ji Juechen tilted his head back and exclaimed:

"Thank you for the meal, I'm full."

Lu Ren's gains were far greater than Ji Juechen's.

Each time an evil spirit master is killed, a large amount of cursed power will surge from the opponent's corpse.

That was the negative emotions accumulated by evil spirit masters over the years. Their torment of the victims, their own fear, and their twisted desires all transformed into the purest curse power at the moment of death, surging wildly into Lu Ren's body.

The power of the incantation surged through the meridians, intertwining with the power of the soul, and finally flowed into the dantian.

The process is like pouring water into a container that is already full; the pressure increases, the container expands, and it could burst at any moment.

The moment the last Soul Saint of the eighth stronghold turned into blood mist, a crisp cracking sound came from deep within Lu Ren's body.

Level 50, Soul King!

Lu Ren stood still, feeling the soul power surging within him to the point of near-out-of-control.

The soul power surged and churned in the meridians, like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time finally breaking free of its cage, eagerly seeking an exit.

He only needs to acquire one more soul ring to truly reach the realm of Soul King.

In just one day, he broke through from level 47 to level 50, advancing three levels in a row.

It's so nice to steal other people's things.

"Awesome!"

Lu Ren never imagined that killing evil spirit masters would be such a satisfying experience.

It's a pity that I can't do this kind of thing too often; I've reached my limit today.

If this continues, the Holy Spirit Cult's high-level combat forces will start to react.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the gray bead trembled gently, and Electrolux's voice echoed in his mind, his aged tone carrying a rare hint of satisfaction.

"Little fellow, you've had quite a harvest today. I've also absorbed a lot of magical power by following you."

His voice was clearer than before, no longer weak, ethereal, or intermittent.

"These days, I can stay lucid for longer and longer periods of time. At this rate, before long, I might be able to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Lu Ren understood.

Electrolux may be able to truly awaken soon.

By then, the necromancer will be able to teach him far more than just the basics of necromancy.

"Then congratulations in advance to Elder Yi."

Lu Ren responded in his heart.

Moreover, he rescued dozens of people from these eight strongholds.

These people, like Nana and the others, are pitiful victims who have been coerced by the Holy Spirit Cult through various means.

Some had the souls of their loved ones imprisoned, some had been cursed with evil spells, and some were simply kidnapped and threatened with their lives.

They eked out a living in the shadow of the Holy Spirit Church, long since numb and desperate.

Among those rescued were more than a dozen Soul Kings, one Soul Emperor, and the rest were Soul Sect Masters and Soul Venerables.

Their cultivation was deliberately suppressed under the oppression of the Holy Spirit Cult, and they dared not improve too quickly, because the higher their cultivation, the stronger the restrictions placed on them, and the more difficult it was to break free.

Now that they have regained their freedom, their long-suppressed potential has become their greatest asset.

As for these people, they were all willing to follow Lu Ren, and Lu Ren also gave them Nana's address. From now on, they would be members of the same intelligence network, looking out for and supporting each other.

Of course, Lu Ren did not leave empty-handed.

Each Holy Spirit Church stronghold had a large amount of wealth hoarded within it.

Gold Soul Coins, Rare Metals, Soul Tools...

These items were hidden by the evil spirit masters in secret compartments of the secret room, piled up to the brim.

Lu Ren ruthlessly looted everything.

His storage soul tool was so full that he had to temporarily requisition several storage soul tools seized from the stronghold to fit everything in.

These financial resources are enough for Nana and her group to gain a foothold in Mingdu City.

Renting a few courtyards, purchasing daily necessities, and establishing necessary connections all require money, and money is the last thing Lu Ren has to lack right now.

However, because so many of the Holy Spirit Cult's strongholds were destroyed, the other side finally became aware of the situation.

All eight branch altars were uprooted on the same day.

The eight Soul Saint Elders, the twenty-odd Soul Emperor Protectors, and the hundreds of followers all vanished without a trace.

There were no distress signals, no survivors, and not even a single intact body could be found.

This can no longer be described as tacit understanding.

This is a provocation, a blatant provocation.

However, what enraged the Holy Spirit Cult leaders to the point of near-out-of-control was that they couldn't find any useful clues at all.

Each destroyed stronghold was as clean as if it had been thoroughly purified by something.

There was no corpse, no soul, not even a trace of blood.

Only a faint blood mist remained in the air.

All the imprisoned souls vanished without a trace.

The bloodstains on the ground and walls had evaporated completely, leaving no trace of residual soul power. It was impossible to determine how the murderer killed the person or what type of soul power they used.

It's as if the perpetrator isn't a person at all, but rather a moving mass of purifying energy itself.

……

At this time, the Xishui Alliance, one of the three major forces of the Mingdu Underground Soul Guidance Device Association, is also one of the most important open strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult in Mingdu.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the Alliance Leader's Hall was as oppressive as the sky before a storm.

"Bang!!!"

Nangong Wan slapped the wooden table next to him and smashed it to pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere, the tea set on the table crashed to the floor, and shards of porcelain bounced on the smooth surface with a crisp sound.

The leader of the Xishui Alliance, a powerful evil soul master at the title Douluo level, had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

His soul power spread outward uncontrollably, and a twisted phantom formed behind him with a black, eerie light, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Inside the hall, several subordinates in charge of intelligence knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the floor, trembling.

"What did you say?"

Nangong Wan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, each word like a poisoned blade.

"Eight branch altars were destroyed, eight Soul Saints and more than twenty Soul Emperors, all gone?"

Nangong Wan's fingers slowly tightened on the armrest of the seat. The hard metal armrest groaned under his pressure, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

"And you, you couldn't find a single clue?"