Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Not long after he entered the forest, a chilling spiritual force locked onto him like a tidal wave.

Immediately afterwards, the bushes in front parted, revealing a massive, ancient evil-eyed tyrant with trembling eye stalks.

Zhang Peng's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to activate his soul power when the Evil Eye Tyrant did not launch an attack. Instead, it transmitted a peaceful mental message into his mind:

"Are you the undercover agent? The Evil Emperor has ordered that our clan must not harm you, and must even lend you a hand."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Peng felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and quickly replied, "That's right. Thank you for your help. May I ask which way is the nearest Holy Spirit Cult headquarters?"

The tyrant's enormous pupil shifted slightly, as if confirming information, before it announced a series of coordinates: "Go five kilometers in, turn right three kilometers, there's a small lake. Cross the lake, then turn right another five hundred meters, and you'll be there."

"Thank you for your help." Zhang Peng clasped his hands in thanks, but inwardly he was both amused and exasperated.

Good heavens, this isn't infiltrating enemy territory, it's more like strolling through your own backyard with a tourist map.

It seems that with the Evil Emperor, this "local bigwig," protecting him, the start of his undercover career is much smoother than he imagined.

Following the path pointed out by the Evil Eye Tyrant, Zhang Peng made his way through without any obstacles.

Beyond that small lake, a strong, sweet and fishy smell mixed with a burnt smell began to fill the damp air.

Walk another 500 meters to the right, and the view suddenly opens up, yet it is also terrifying.

It was a clearing that had been cleared, with a huge palace made of pale bones standing in the center. The palace was surrounded by a simple wooden fence, covered with dried human skin and entrails. Several evil spirit masters wearing black robes and with sinister eyes were patrolling back and forth.

The air was thick with chaotic and frenzied mental fluctuations, making people extremely uncomfortable.

This is the Holy Spirit Cult.

Zhang Peng took a deep breath, suppressing his disgust, and quickly put on a cold and aloof expression before stepping forward.

"Halt! Who came from, you bastard?" Two evil spirit masters guarding the gate immediately blocked his way with their swords drawn.

Alarm bells rang in Zhang Peng's mind, but he gave a cold snort on the surface.

"Hmph, I'm Zhang Peng. What, does this mean the Holy Spirit Cult can now block the way even with a stray dog?"

A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes, and he sneered inwardly: Since you believe in the law of the jungle, then I will show you a "never-fading old age" performance.

"Buzz—"

A terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from his gaunt body.

Zhang Peng suddenly took a step forward, and nine dazzling halos shot into the sky without reservation: two yellow, two purple, and five black!

The nine spirit rings spun under the gloom of the Demon Forest, and the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo level was like a tangible tide, instantly causing the two gatekeeper evil spirit masters to have their blood churn and their faces turn deathly pale.

But that's not all. Zhang Peng knew that having spirit rings alone wasn't enough; it also needed to have "flavor."

With a thought, he activated the "Resentment Amplification" technique taught by Electrolux.

In an instant, a nauseating, pure, and extremely venomous aura emanated from him.

Zhang Peng went to great lengths a few days ago to collect this "special effect".

He specifically camped out in the kitchens of several restaurants in the town, watching the weak soul beasts, who had less than ten years of cultivation, being slaughtered as food.

The resentment of those soul beasts before their deaths was extremely weak, so Zhang Peng, like a scavenger, collected and compressed it bit by bit, accumulating several large pots of "resentment vintage".

Releasing it now will have an outstanding effect.

That mixture of the smell of scallions, ginger, and garlic, along with a desperate resentment, was extremely insidious.

"A...a Title Douluo?!"

The two evil spirit masters guarding the gate nearly collapsed to their knees.

They've seen fierce and ruthless people, but they've never seen anything so "down-to-earth" yet so sinister.

Zhang Peng looked at the arrogant evil spirit master who had just spoken so rudely, slowly raised his withered hand, and smiled sinisterly: "Just now, were you the one barking?"

Before the other party could answer, Zhang Peng slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a burst of soul power, the evil soul master didn't even have time to scream before he was shot into the bone wall next to him like a cannonball, impossible to pry out.

Zhang Peng retracted his hand, shook off the dust on his sleeves, and said to the remaining frightened gatekeeper in an extremely unbeatable tone:

"Useless trash. Go and call your leader here. I, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, have no time to play house with you shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

"So it's Scorpion Tiger Douluo!" Just then, a cold voice came from the depths of the Bone Palace.

Immediately afterwards, a bloated figure exuding a terrifying aura slowly emerged; it was none other than the Abomination Douluo.

He sized Zhang Peng up and down, a scrutinizing glint in his eyes. "I am an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, and I despise Douluo. Since you are also a fellow follower, why have I never heard of your name?"

Zhang Peng's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface and sneered, "My martial soul is the Scorpion Tiger, a subspecies of the Dark God Demon Tiger, which relies on consuming blood to aid in cultivation. In my early years, I was also a righteous soul master. After graduating from the academy, I traveled across the continent. In pursuit of power, I began to consume the blood of soul beasts, and during that time, my cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds."

At this point, Zhang Peng's eyes suddenly blazed with overwhelming hatred, and he gritted his teeth: "Later... that old bastard Mu En! He was wandering around aimlessly and bumped into me in a Soul Hunting Forest. Without even asking what happened, he attacked me. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been dead! Only because I had only been consuming the blood of soul beasts and hadn't yet stained myself with human blood, Old Man Mu En spared my life, but there was a price to pay for that!"

Zhang Peng became increasingly agitated as he spoke, veins bulging on his forehead. "Since that day, I've been forced to live in anonymity, having to report to him every year! Decades! I'm not reconciled! I'm a Title Douluo! Since he treated me as an evil soul master back then, now I'll become an evil soul master! Anyway, I don't have many years left to live! Even in death, I'll make that old bastard Mu En pay the price. It would be best if I could kill him!"

His words were half true and half false, especially the hatred he showed when mentioning Moon, which seemed genuinely heartfelt. Coupled with his "specially crafted" resentment, it was enough to fool anyone.

The Demon Lord of Hatred gave him a deep look, sensing the nauseating resentment emanating from him, and finally nodded: "So you're a kindred spirit. Please come in."

Zhang Peng concealed his aura and followed the Abomination Douluo into the Bone Palace, letting out a long sigh of relief: the first step of this undercover mission has finally been successfully completed.

Inside the bone palace, a chilling atmosphere pervaded the air. The two took their seats, one as the head and the other as the tail, the bone chairs beneath them radiating an icy coldness.

The Abomination Douluo's gaze was deep and unfathomable. As if he had remembered something, he raised his hand and waved it. Then, an evil soul master stepped forward with two blood-red wine cups.

The "wine" was viscous and had a strong, fishy smell; it was clearly fresh human blood that had just been released.

"Scorpion Tiger Douluo, it's a pleasure to meet you. This is blood wine, please." The Abomination Douluo made a "please" gesture, observing Zhang Peng's reaction without making a sound.