A night passed.
When Huo Yuhao woke up, he only felt a draft on his lower body. Looking closely, he saw that his original underpants had vanished without a trace. Startled, he quickly curled up his body and carefully inspected his chilled brother.
His memory gradually returned, and Huo Yuhao slowly remembered what had happened last night.
In his memory, aside from finally fainting and falling asleep, there were no gaps. Perhaps this was one of the excellent aspects of being a spiritual-type soul master.
Even during the period when he had lost his mind, his memory had clearly recorded everything.
"My first kiss... is gone..." Huo Yuhao felt like crying but couldn't help but lick his lips, as if savoring something.
Then he saw the four large words carved into the wall behind him with soul power—
Short and Powerless!
Huo Yuhao's anger instantly flared. You just wait! Thirty years the river flows east, thirty years the river flows west. Do not bully a young man for being poor!
He moved his body a little and found nothing abnormal, so he relaxed. Now that Zhongli Wu had brought him back to the main lair, he would certainly put effort into cultivating him. All he could do now was play along and utilize his identity as the Holy Son to the absolute fullest.
After leaving the loft, Huo Yuhao found that there were already people waiting for him outside the door—two sweet-looking twin girls.
"Feifei/Yingying greets the Holy Son."
"Mm." Huo Yuhao acted extremely cold. With his current spiritual power, he didn't even need to use his physical eyes to sense the fanaticism in the two maids' eyes. As the saying goes, what you can't have is always the best. Since all the members of the Holy Ghost Cult were so eager about him, he might as well keep them on the hook.
"The Cult Master has ordered that after the Holy Son awakens, we are to lead you to see him."
"Then let's go." Huo Yuhao didn't know what kind of test the high-ranking members of the Holy Ghost Cult would have for him, but he had to get the demeanor of a Holy Son right from the start.
Seeing Huo Yuhao's cold expression, the two maids didn't dare to show much else and could only obediently lead him deeper into the main hall.
Evil soul masters, who were usually hard to find, were everywhere here. They all bowed in salute upon seeing Huo Yuhao. The rarity of evil soul masters was actually comparable to the rarity of soul masters among all of humanity. Along the way, Huo Yuhao saw many peculiar martial souls.
Through conversation, Huo Yuhao also managed to coax out the martial souls and abilities of the two maids in front of him. Well now, a White Snake and a Green Snake. No wonder they had such charming and seductive charisma at such a young age. A snake's nature is inherently... well, Huo Yuhao had to suspect Zhongli Wu's intentions in arranging these two to be by his side.
After winding through long corridors, passing through numerous building complexes, and finally stepping into an ancestral hall, the three of them finally arrived at today's destination.
Zhongli Wu and several elder-level high-ranking members of the Holy Ghost Cult were already waiting there. Huo Yuhao sharply noticed that Zhongli Wu's group was actually kneeling on prayer mats, all with pious expressions. In front of them was a bottomless abyss, with a giant stone statue revealing only its head from within the chasm.
Are they performing a sacrifice?
The two maids took a step back and stood still. It was clear they were not qualified to proceed further. Huo Yuhao glanced thoughtfully at the abyss and then strode forward.
"Yuanjia, come here," Zhongli Wu said, turning around with a solemn expression.
"Cult Master." Huo Yuhao could only obey and walk over.
"As the Holy Son, you need to accept our cult's most evil baptism and inheritance. No matter what your past is, from now on, I will completely and confidently entrust the Holy Ghost Cult to you."
"Your real name should be Huo Yuhao, right?" Zhongli Wu had clearly sent people to investigate Huo Yuhao's background, and as a result, the high-ranking members were quite displeased that Huo Yuhao had hidden his true name.
"Reporting to the Cult Master, I only used a false name yesterday for self-preservation," Huo Yuhao said, neither servile nor overbearing. In any case, he didn't have any special background at the moment. Even if his identity as the Duke's son was discovered, he had ways to deal with it.
"Child, you have suffered," To his surprise, Zhongli Wu stepped forward and gently rubbed Huo Yuhao's head. "To think that because of your humble birth, our cult's esteemed Holy Son was treated as a servant in that Duke's Mansion and subjected to such bullying."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao's face showed a momentary blankness. My humble birth? But with his formidable spiritual power, his mind raced and he understood in an instant. It seemed the Duchess had indirectly provided him with a crucial cover for his true identity.
"That explosion at the Duke's Mansion, you did it with a soul tool cannonball, right?" Zhongli Wu continued to ask with a blank expression.
"I did," Huo Yuhao had no intention of denying this point, because he still wanted to use the Holy Ghost Cult's power to take revenge on the White Tiger Duke, who was away on a military campaign, and his two sons who had gone to Shrek Academy.
"Those nobles treated me like grass, and they caused the death of my mother. I swear that one day, I will sever the White Tiger's lineage!" When he said this, Huo Yuhao's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and a monstrous rage originating from his soul erupted forth. This kind of resentment could absolutely not be faked.
Seeing Huo Yuhao like this, Zhongli Wu's expression showed even more satisfaction. He quickly exchanged a glance with the other elders, and the previous resentment they had about Huo Yuhao hiding his true name instantly vanished.
"Our cult's Holy Son will not tolerate being bullied by others. After the inheritance is complete, I will personally arrange for people to help you take revenge."
"No!" Huo Yuhao said, his eyes red. "I want to become strong myself and personally deal with those who harmed my mother!"
The crazed emotion Huo Yuhao displayed at this moment made Zhongli Wu almost bloom with joy in his heart. If a soul master always thought of relying on others to take revenge for them, their achievements would inevitably be extremely limited. Huo Yuhao had also grasped the mentality of these evil soul masters, and his act, half-real and half-fake, successfully made the Holy Ghost Cult lower its guard against him.
"Holy Son, come with me," Zhongli Wu said, taking Huo Yuhao's small hand and walking closer to the abyss.
"Do you know the foundation upon which our Holy Ghost Cult was established?"
"Is the inheritance of our cult down there?" Huo Yuhao had never read about these secrets in the original novel and could only ask.
"That's right. The reason our cult has few rivals in the world is precisely because of our supreme inheritance," Zhongli Wu said, his pious expression resembling that of a pilgrim on a holy journey.
"Because the existence that bestowed our cult's inheritance is a supreme god!"
"What?" Huo Yuhao almost exclaimed in shock. It felt as if he had grasped something in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.
"Our Holy Ghost Cult has long been ostracized by the various powers on the continent, for no other reason than that our followers awaken all kinds of evil martial souls, leading to the destruction of life and a litany of sins. But this is precisely the mission, the test, that God has given us."
"Since the cataclysm that destroyed the Slaughter City secret realm ten thousand years ago, that paradise of evil has sunk underground and, with the movement of the earth's crust, has drifted here."
"There are two Gods of Slaughter in the world. One is the great Asura God inherited by that hypocrite Tang San. The other is the most evil Rakshasa God, our most precious inheritance."
"Ten thousand years ago, our god once killed Tang San, but he was revived by those shameless God Realm enforcers, who also sent him the complete Asura God's power. This led to our god's defeat and death, and the God Realm even erased our god's name from its records."
The most evil God of Slaughter, Rakshasa. Huo Yuhao's heart went cold. Zhongli Wu must be talking about the Rakshasa inheritance left behind on the Douluo Continent after the death of the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong.
To be honest, he wasn't particularly keen on inheriting this god-seat. It was described in the original novel that the Rakshasa God was too heavily countered by the Asura God. If he became the Rakshasa God in the future, wouldn't he still be pinned to the ground and rubbed in the dirt by the Tang God-King when he went to the God Realm? That was not what he wanted.
The Rakshasa God, the Angel God, and the Sea God were all first-level gods, while the Asura God, with his exaggerated attack power, was a God-King. The gap between them was immense. To use the words from the fourth Douluo book, if a first-level god could be considered level one hundred and twenty, then a God-King started at least at level one hundred and fifty. Factoring in the counter-effect, the "two gods vs. two gods" battle ten thousand years ago was actually completely one-sided.
Should I inherit it or not? Huo Yuhao was caught in a great internal conflict.