Chapter 221: The Moral Model, the Holy Spirit Cult

The night was deep.

Perhaps because the heavens had some premonition, there wasn't a single star in the night sky tonight. The pitch-black night curtain was like a man-eating beast, heavy and profound, leaving a bad premonition lingering in everyone's hearts.

On the city wall west of Star Luo City, Shu Yan looked at the Star Luo City, which was completely shrouded in night, his right hand pressed against the cold city wall, wondering what he was thinking.

The top-tier auction had ended. In terms of financial resources, the Bright Virtue Hall and the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect, which had been rooted in the original three continents for over ten thousand years, were undoubtedly the two giants of the continent. But unfortunately, the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect did not have the terrifying strength of the Bright Virtue Hall. In the collision between financial resources and backing strength, they ultimately chose to give up, letting the Bright Virtue Hall purchase the so-called Blood of the Evil God at a staggering sky-high price.

For this, they had mortgaged dozens of high-level soul guides. Naturally, the Star Luo Imperial Family was overjoyed and sent these soul guides to the Star Luo Royal Soul Guide Research Institute overnight.

It is worth mentioning that ever since Han Lin broke through to become a Level-9 Soul Engineer, he had secretly taken over the position of Dean of the Research Institute. The Sun-Moon Level-9 Soul Engineer who had surrendered to Star Luo was the Vice Dean, and even Shu Yan's father, Su Mingxuan, held a director's position within the Research Institute. After more than a year of development, the entire Research Institute now had three Level-9 Soul Engineers and nearly ten Level-8 and Level-8.5 Soul Engineers. They were already the undisputed strongest soul engineer force among the original three Douluo nations.

After the Bright Virtue Hall purchased the Blood of the Evil God, they immediately prepared to use their special channel within Star Luo City to send it back to their country. This special channel was the exact same one they used in the original story to send the 100,000-year soul beast embryo back to the Bright Virtue Hall.

As for why Shu Yan and the others knew so much about it, the reason was simple: the mole planted by the Sun-Moon Empire in the Star Luo Empire had already been controlled by Shu Yan using his external brain soul bone, turning him into a "blood slave." With him as the starting point, all the moles or contacts planted by the Sun-Moon Empire in Star Luo City were exposed and eventually all fell into becoming so-called blood slaves.

The 500,000-year Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King external brain soul bone allowed Shu Yan to master all the mental-level soul skills of the Blood Bat clan, and this "Blood Enslavement" was one of them.

By invading the human body with mental poison, it completely controlled the soul master's mental sea and mind. Besides that, it allowed them to survive in their original state as blood slaves. This was the first time Shu Yan had used this soul skill, and the effect was extremely good, though it was a bit evil—a proper Evil Soul Master method.

Under the virtualization of vast mental power, several figures fleeing rapidly from the city did not notice Shu Yan and the others watching them at all. After meeting up with the rest of the support personnel outside the city, the group quickly disappeared into the night.

And behind them, a shadow emerged from the dark earth and then sped off in the direction they had left. If it weren't for Shu Yan sharing his perception with everyone through his soul bone skill, I'm afraid the women wouldn't have noticed a thing.

Xu Jiujiu looked in the direction they had gone, then gently tugged on Shu Yan's hand and asked softly:

"A-Yan, what do we do next? Should we continue to wait and see?"

Shu Yan shook his head and said: "No rush. With four Level-9 Soul Engineers and over ten Level-8 Soul Engineers guarding them, although that Evil Soul Master has a soul power advantage, he has to weigh things carefully before making a move. But since he dares to follow them so closely now, it's either because he is extremely confident in his own strength, or he has other helpers lurking in the dark outside the city."

"The collusion between the Sun-Moon Empire and the Evil Soul Masters is a foregone conclusion. The existence of the Holy Spirit Cult is a blade that makes the continent shudder. If we want to reap the greatest benefits from this, then they are destined not to have an easy time. What's more, even if we don't make a move tonight, there is an old senior who won't sit idly by."

As he spoke, Shu Yan's gaze flickered slightly; he felt the fluctuations coming from afar. The Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun-Moon Empire had a cooperative relationship, but the temptation of the Blood of the Evil God to an Evil Soul Master was unimaginable. The reason the Hall Master of the Bright Virtue Hall was willing to spend so much to purchase it was more for his grandson. When it comes to matters of deities, everyone is selfish and greedy; no one would give such a good thing to others for no reason. In this situation, if the Evil Soul Master doesn't steal or rob, do you expect them to participate in the auction or go ask the Hall Master of the Bright Virtue Hall to borrow it?

Furthermore, in order not to destroy the balanced cooperation currently maintained by the two major forces, even if they were to make a move, they wouldn't wait until they entered the territory of the Sun-Moon Empire. By then, not to mention whether the Bright Virtue Hall had other support personnel, if they left any traces and were tracked down, it wouldn't be easy to resolve. But making a move to intercept the goods within Star Luo territory was different. Even if the Hall Master of the Bright Virtue Hall was driven to desperation, so many forces on the continent were eyeing this thing; as long as the Holy Spirit Cult refused to admit it, what could he do? "Let's go, I'll take you over to watch the show."

Shu Yan used spatial power to wrap around everyone, and the group immediately disappeared from the city wall.

Hundreds of miles away.

As a dozen figures streaked across the sky at high speed, the two leaders appeared to be middle-aged men. Blue light flickered in their eyes—these were Level-9 reconnaissance soul guides. In order to safely send the Blood of the Evil God back to the Bright Virtue Hall, the Hall Master had given a death order; otherwise, he wouldn't have dispatched four Level-9 Soul Engineers at once to escort it. The reason was the fear of any accidents on the way.

Just as the group was about to fly over a small mountain range, countless purple light blades suddenly rushed up from below through the dense vegetation. Immediately after, everyone felt a sharp, stabbing pain in their brains. The three weakest Level-8 Soul Engineers wailed and then lost consciousness, falling straight down. The purple light blades easily penetrated the protective soul guides on the three Level-8 Soul Engineers, ending their lives.

Before the others could react from the sharp pain in their mental seas, a pitch-black blade light came rushing from the sky not far away. But this time, the attack was blocked by a Level-9 Soul Engineer who had regained consciousness, causing no casualties.

The dust was slowly blown away by the night wind, revealing a hunched figure wearing a black robe. Immediately after, purple-black light surged behind the black-robed figure. This time, what appeared was a tall man wearing a wide hood, his face obscured.

The lead Level-9 Soul Engineer swept his gaze over the three corpses that had fallen into the mountain forest, his expression turning extremely gloomy. He recognized the black-robed old man among the two opposite him and immediately shouted sternly:

"Wugu, do you know what you are doing! Is the Holy Spirit Cult trying to fall out with my Bright Virtue Hall?"

(Checking for errors in the version!)

The black-robed old man slowly raised his ugly, wrinkle-covered face, his mouth slowly splitting open. In his turbid, lifeless eyeballs, it seemed as if tiny maggots were crawling—this appearance was truly hard to stomach.

"Hehehe..."

"How could that be? My Holy Spirit Cult is a moral model of the current sect world. We never do such sordid things in the open, but in private, well, I quite enjoy the intoxicating taste that comes from devouring the souls of powerhouses..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 222 =====