manynovel Chapter 141 Plotting the Second Godhood
Chapter 141 Plotting the Second Godhood
Chapter 141 Plotting for a Second Godhood
Even Nan Qiuqiu's impression of the Holy Spirit Cult improved considerably because of this.
While the mother and daughter were chatting, Ming Lei Douluo walked over hurriedly: "You must be getting impatient. The Holy Emperor has arrived, but he needs to meet with the Holy Infant first to discuss some matters. You have been arranged to wait in the back. Please come with me to the reception room to wait."
He spoke softly and gently, and his gaze towards Nan Qiuqiu, especially Nan Shuishui, was exceptionally tender, as if he were seeing an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
If the Holy Spirit elders who knew him well saw this, they would be greatly surprised.
This is related to Ming Lei Douluo's early experiences. Nan Shuishui was the love of his life, but in the end he failed to win her heart. In a fit of anger, he became an evil soul master.
Simply put, he was a simp, and in the end, he ruined his own mental health.
Nan Qiuqiu keenly noticed Ming Lei Douluo's overly "intense" gaze. She cautiously shifted her feet, subtly blocking her mother's path.
Nan Shuishui's expression was calm, but her eyes were slightly complicated. She didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly, signaling Ming Lei Douluo to lead the way.
During this period, the other party did help them a lot and gained some of her trust to a certain extent.
"Sit down. It's been quite a few years. I don't know if you still like these things."
Upon entering the elegantly furnished reception room, Ming Lei Douluo personally poured three cups of a beautifully colored, amethyst-jelly-like drink from a crystal vessel beside him. In front of Nan Shuishui, he downed his cup in one gulp, then let out a soft sigh that seemed to express his feelings.
This underground reception room is undeniably luxurious, spacious, and fully furnished. Carved screens and paintings by renowned artists adorn the space, while the tables and chairs are crafted from the finest wood. The tables are laden with a variety of exotic fruits, and the thick, soft carpet absorbs all footsteps. The ability to create such a comfortable environment underground demonstrates the depth of the Holy Spirit Church's influence in this area.
"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Nan Shuishui glanced around, casually picked up an oddly shaped fruit, and said in a flat tone.
"I won't get in your way anymore, goodbye."
Ming Lei Douluo's voice trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing some surging emotions. He turned around abruptly, walked away quickly, and closed the door behind him.
However, the instant the door closed and the cloak concealed his face, all trace of pain vanished. Instead, an almost uncontrollable ecstasy and excitement shone through his eyes.
A man in black who had been waiting outside approached and asked hesitantly in a low voice, "Are you really going to do this? Is your information reliable?"
The Thunder God Douluo sneered, "Can't you see? In just one month, the woman beside the Holy Emperor has already changed. I've also heard that during the competition alone, the Holy Emperor has already seduced—I mean, corrupted—at least two female students from other academies. At this rate, if we don't hurry up and cater to his tastes, we won't even know how we died."
"Hiss—the Holy Emperor is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people."
The man in black gasped, then winked at Nether Thunder Douluo and said, "I've already taken care of Wu Yun and Wu Yu; they're good at handling these kinds of things. But haven't you always been infatuated with that mature woman? How could you bear to—"
"I will never have her in this lifetime." The voice of the Nether Thunder Douluo suddenly became sharp, but then, as if he had seen something, it became incredibly fanatical: "But, if our Holy Emperor could destroy and conquer her and her daughter, that feeling, that feeling!"
The other man in black was no longer just shocked, but utterly horrified, his worldview shattered.
I never thought I'd see this before. There are actually people who like this kind of thing?
Ming Lei Douluo seemed to be immersed in his own twisted fantasy, his body curled up slightly and trembled uncontrollably, it was hard to tell whether it was extreme pain or morbid excitement.
Back then, in a fit of rage, he castrated himself and became an evil spirit master, completely losing all his abilities.
If the Holy Spirit Cult were still the same as before, he would have other ways to exploit Nan Shuishui a hundredfold.
We could make up for it a thousandfold, but of course, that's impossible now.
Driven by the twisted emotions of unrequited love, his thoughts changed.
Since she can't have him, she can't belong to anyone else! Let the Holy Emperor, who reigns supreme over everyone, possess her, and her daughter too! In this lifetime, they'll never escape the Holy Church!
In this almost insane distortion, somehow, he felt a long-lost sense of pleasure.
In the room separated by a wall, Nan Shuishui and Nan Qiuqiu were naturally unaware of his strange idea.
"mom?"
Seeing that Ming Lei Douluo seemed to have left, Nan Qiuqiu asked in confusion.
Nan Shuishui sighed softly, skillfully peeling the skin off the fruit in her hand. She parted her red lips slightly and took a small bite. The familiar yet unfamiliar sweet taste spread in her mouth, making her momentarily dazed: "Qiuqiu, don't overthink it. There's nothing between him and me; we've just known each other for many years. Try it. These things are probably very difficult to obtain even in the Sun Moon Empire; they're quite beneficial to a Soul Master's body."
"oh."
Seeing that her mother was unwilling to talk more, Nan Qiuqiu turned her attention to the amethyst-like drink. She took a small sip, and her eyes lit up immediately. The sweet and refreshing feeling made her squint her eyes contentedly.
"Drink less, this is a kind of wine," Nan Shuishui said helplessly, taking a small sip herself.
Nan Qiuqiu ignored her and gulped down the entire cup.
Seeing that Nan Shuishui had stopped her from getting a refill, she pouted and paced around the room, looking it over.
Now, she's actually starting to like this place.
"Huh?" As she walked past the screen, she suddenly noticed something and exclaimed happily, "What a beautiful big bed!"
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"Bed?" Nan Shuishui's alarm bells rang suddenly. She was about to get up when she suddenly felt dizzy and weak all over, and even her soul power was difficult to gather.
Before her consciousness completely faded into darkness, she vaguely saw two people in black silently walk in; judging from their figures, they were women.
"Damn it! Evil Soul Masters are evil Soul Masters! I must have been out of my mind to trust you and bring my daughter along! Qiuqiu, Mommy is so sorry—"
"It is your honor to serve the Holy Emperor."
A deep, husky voice sounded, which could be considered a response to her.
With a clear objective, one picked up the unconscious Nan Qiuqiu, while the other reached straight for Nan Shuishui's collar with his pale fingers.
That's it, we've fallen into the lion's den.
The beautiful woman's slightly parted red lips trembled helplessly. The last absurd and desperate thought that flashed through her mind was that she hoped that this damned Holy Emperor would not be a decrepit old man.
Meanwhile, Kong Tianxu, who was being manipulated by Nan Shuishui, was casually sitting on the throne, scrutinizing the white-robed old man in front of him.
The old man was tall and thin. His bony frame was particularly prominent because there was little flesh on his cheeks, giving him a somewhat cold and hard appearance. However, his eyes were exceptionally bright and gentle, which made people feel good about him involuntarily.
His face was covered with obvious wrinkles, and upon closer inspection, he looked at least seventy or eighty years old. However, due to his approachable demeanor, it was not easy to determine his age at first glance; it wouldn't be hard to believe that he was fifty or sixty.
Paired with that clean and tidy, yet worn-out, knee-length white wool robe with a belt, which still showed obvious signs of age, he exuded the air of an ascetic monk.
"So you're the Holy Infant? A descendant of Blood Infant Douluo? This place is quite well-built."
Kong Tianxu sensed the genuine respect and admiration in the other party's heart, glanced around at the surrounding environment, and nodded slightly.
This is an extremely magnificent hexagonal hall, covering an area of nearly a thousand square meters and exceeding ten meters in height. The walls are engraved with simple yet profound golden magic patterns. The most astonishing feature is the floor, where the core magic array is constructed from various metals and gemstones, gleaming brilliantly, as if it were a world made of pure gold.
Without exception, these materials all contain a rich aura of light.
Through the transformation and harmonization of the core magic array inside the room, these rich light elements fill the entire space with a special field that calms the mind, soothes the soul, and stabilizes the spirit.
This is the place where the Holy Spirit Church now accepts important new members or holds sacred ceremonies.
Clearly, the original Holy Spirit Church would never have attempted this architectural style; it was obviously a recent renovation.
These materials are used to communicate with the power of the sun, absorbing and storing the light element from sunlight. The sheer size of the Mofi's ability to construct such a vast hall underground, brimming with such a concentration of light element, is truly remarkable.
But both the visual impact and the actual sense of focus it provides prove that the expense was worthwhile.
Not only did Kong Tianxu express his praise, but Cain and Xue Di, who were standing on either side of him, also showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.
"How can the descendant of a sinner be worthy of the title 'Saint' before the Holy Emperor? Your Majesty, please call me by my true name, Yin Baifa."
The old man bowed to Kong Tianxu again, then said devoutly, "Nothing is more majestic than a magnificent display. The Holy Emperor has descended upon the world, bringing the way of salvation, and we, his servants, must naturally do our utmost."
"Currently, conditions are limited, but when the holy light shines upon the earth in the future, we will surely build you a true sanctuary in the heart of the continent."
He seems to be a fanatical believer, but it's unclear whether he's become corrupt.
Kong Tianxu waved his hand, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer, and instead took something out of his storage soul ring.
With a flick of his finger, a flash of silver light appeared, and the sparsely written note was in the old man's hand.
Is this the power of space?!
The old man was suddenly startled, but he didn't show anything. Instead, he took the note and read it carefully.
The names listed were clearly those of people he recognized. Their cultivation levels varied, but without exception, none of them had a particularly close relationship with Zhongli Wu.
"It has been more than a month since the Supreme Master Ye Xishui issued the order that humans should no longer be used as cultivation materials, but some people are still defying the order. This is the list that Master Zhongli gave me before."
Kong Tianxu's voice was calm and even, yet the originally vibrant and lively light elements in the hall seemed to freeze instantly as his tone turned cold: "But I am very dissatisfied."
His light shone like a torch, falling upon the old man: "Elder Yin, I've heard that you are very familiar with the people in the sect. I hope you can give me a more accurate answer."
With this dual pressure from both the mind and the elements, Elder Yin's breathing became somewhat labored, but his eyes grew even brighter—
This holy emperor, though much younger than he had imagined, was by no means naive.
He calmly took out a much thicker roster from his bosom, clearly having prepared in advance. Then he lowered his head and steadily raised it above his head with both hands: "Respectfully presented to the Holy Emperor for his perusal."
"Is that all?" Kong Tianxu didn't take it, looking at him with a half-smile.
Elder Yin's breath hitched, and he lowered his head even further: "My power is limited; this is all I can find out. Of course, if the Holy Emperor wishes—"
Kong Tianxu smiled inwardly. He had tested the waters enough, and considering the other party's past saintly behavior, he was indeed the best person to harvest faith from.
Yes, faith—that's what he wanted to achieve through the Holy Spirit Church.
Since Tang San's twin martial souls can support two godhoods, why can't he?
Since the destruction of the divine realm has already bestowed upon him the seed of divinity, he will most likely not be able to obtain a second divine position from the gods of the divine realm. In that case, he can only take another path.
Besides inheriting an existing divine position, one can also create one's own divine position, as was the case with the first Sea God and the former Angel God of the Spirit Hall.
What they relied on was the vast and powerful power of faith.
To carve out a place for oneself in the realm of gods and ascend to godhood is virtually impossible with one's own strength. Back then, the Sea God relied on the faith of countless sea spirit beasts and sea spirit masters to break through, but it still took a full thousand years.
The God of Angels originated from the accumulation of religious worship in ancient times. Ten thousand years ago, the predecessor of the Spirit Hall was a church organization that spread throughout the continent.
At that time, evil spirit beasts roamed the Douluo Continent. The Church used its sacred power to purify evil and won the respect and faith of the world.
Although evil spirit beasts gradually became scarce and the church's power declined and was replaced by the Spirit Hall, that enormous foundation of faith still gave birth to a powerful first-level god—the Angel God.
Kong Tianxu's plan is to use the reformed Holy Spirit Cult as a hub to integrate and guide it, and then collect the faith power of the entire Douluo Continent. Based on this, he will create his own second godhood!
It sounds like a fantasy, after all, apart from its powerful strength, the Holy Spirit Cult has no foundation or heritage whatsoever. Even if it diligently works to improve the lives of the people of Douluo Continent, it will at most be just another Spirit Hall.
But behind Kong Tianxu is the entire Sun Moon Empire, and in the near future, he will also launch a war that will sweep across the continent.
Brutal war is the perfect breeding ground for new faiths and the disruption of the old order. All obstacles will be crushed in the torrent of unification. Moreover, he has already planned a grand and awe-inspiring debut ceremony for the Holy Spirit Church.
Shrek Academy, the irreplaceable holy land in the hearts of soul masters across the continent, with its millennia-long glory and legend, will become the most perfect and solid stepping stone in his plan.