Upon hearing this, Fei Yan's crimson eyes instantly blazed with fury. As the Third Enshrined of the Holy Spirit Cult, who dared to slight her so?
The terrifying Soul Power fluctuations around her were about to erupt, but then suddenly froze.
This voice... why was it so familiar?
A primordial fear, stemming from the very instinct of life, poured over her like ice water, instantly extinguishing her boiling killing intent.
She laboriously shifted her gaze towards the source of the voice—only to see that, at some unknown point, a stunningly beautiful and graceful figure had silently appeared before Castorice.
The person wore a simple black dress, her beauty was unparalleled, yet her aura was as unfathomable as an abyss. Simply by standing there, the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed, and space itself subtly warped.
The moment Fei Yan recognized the newcomer's face, cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead, and her petite body even trembled uncontrollably.
She almost reflexively bowed in salute, her voice filled with an unprecedented reverence and trepidation:
"Greetings, Supreme Cult Master!"
The other trembling Holy Spirit Cult members beside her also knelt one by one, heads bowed, showing utmost respect.
The newcomer was none other than the pillar of the Holy Spirit Cult, one of its true controllers, a Level 99 Limit Douluo—Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui didn't even spare a glance at Fei Yan, who remained bowed. Her deep gaze, at this moment, was fixed with an almost gentle scrutiny on Castorice, who was barely standing and still had a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"Child."
Ye Xishui's voice softened considerably, a stark contrast to the Soul-shaking authority she had just displayed.
"Tell me, are you willing to become my Disciple?"
From Fei Yan's respectful address and attitude, Castorice instantly understood the identity of this exceptionally beautiful woman before her.
The supreme Supreme Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, a Limit Douluo standing at the Peak of the continent.
Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest.
Castorice's mind raced at lightning speed.
Becoming an Evil Soul Master was never her wish, and entering this filthy, dark nest was the worst possible misfortune.
But she also knew clearly the unyielding will behind Ye Xishui's seemingly gentle inquiry.
Despite her amiable demeanor now, if she dared to utter a single word of refusal, her fate would undoubtedly be ten thousand times more tragic than becoming nourishment for Evil Soul Masters.
As far as she knew, this Death God Douluo's Mind and nature could no longer be judged by ordinary standards. Her current regard was merely due to her talent and the terrifying Physique that brought instant death upon contact.
A wise person submits to circumstances.
This principle, in any World, is an iron law of survival.
Becoming an Evil Soul Master does not necessarily mean one must follow that bloody and cruel Dao of Cultivation, using the Souls and flesh of living people as Materials.
She had her bottom line, and she had her reliance—the existence of Ronova, the Regent of Death, and the authority of death that Castorice herself represented, might allow her to forge a different path.
More importantly, the Holy Spirit Cult's power was deeply entrenched, spreading across the continent, with countless powerful individuals.
If she could establish herself here as Castorice, or even attain a high position, it might provide unexpected assistance and an intelligence source for her main body, Caelus, who was far away in the Star Luo Empire, of low status, and almost without background.
After all, her main body, apart from a seemingly astonishing talent, possessed almost nothing.
And a Genius, only when they live to grow up, can they be called a Genius.
All considerations were completed in an instant.
Castorice raised her pale little face, her amethyst-like eyes meeting Ye Xishui's unfathomable gaze. Without the slightest hesitation, she endured the pain in her body from the impact and respectfully replied:
"Disciple Castorice is willing to become Supreme Cult Master's Disciple."
She bent her knees, intending to perform the Disciple-acceptance ceremony for Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui looked at Castorice's decisive posture, and a truly pleased smile appeared on her beautiful face.
She gently raised her hand, and a soft yet irresistible force supported Castorice's bowing figure.
"Very good."
Ye Xishui's voice carried satisfaction.
"From today onwards, you are my personal Disciple, Ye Xishui."
Her gaze swept over Fei Yan, who was still bowed and dared not even breathe loudly, and the surrounding Evil Soul Masters who were as silent as cicadas. She said faintly:
"You may all disperse. Fei Yan, I've taken your Disciple, you don't have any objections, do you?"
"Fei Yan would not dare."
Fei Yan quickly lowered her head, saying. How could she have any grievances? Between a Disciple and her life, she knew which was more important.
Ye Xishui said no more, reaching out and gently taking Castorice's small hand—she was clearly prepared, a faint halo of light shimmering around her fair fingertips, skillfully isolating the terrifying death erosion.
Evidently, she had seen Fei Yan's earlier predicament clearly and knew to avoid physical contact with Castorice.
Although she was somewhat curious about Castorice's unique Physique, even if she were to test it, it would have to be when no one was around. What if something went wrong? Where would her Supreme Cult Master's prestige be?
"Come with me, Master."
As her voice fell, their figures blurred like Gui Mei, and the next moment they vanished from their original spot, leaving behind a group of lingering Evil Soul Masters and a complex-faced Fei Yan, standing rooted, unable to calm down for a long time.
Ye Xishui held Castorice's hand, taking a step, and the surrounding scenery twisted and changed like water ripples.
It was no longer the oppressive dark green hue of the Evil Demon Forest, but instead, a wide yet gloomy passage extending downwards.
Phosphorescent stones emitting faint green or pale white light were embedded in the walls, illuminating the path like the Yellow Springs Road leading to the Nine Netherworlds.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, the bitter taste of medicinal Materials, and a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of resentment, as if countless Souls were weeping softly, sending chills down one's spine.
Along the way, they occasionally encountered black-robed Evil Soul Masters. The moment they saw Ye Xishui, without exception, they froze as if petrified, bowing their heads deeply, even breathing cautiously, only daring to move slightly long after the two had passed.
They passed through an archway constructed from pale white bones and crossed a ditch flowing with dark red viscous liquid, finally arriving at an extremely vast underground space.
This place resembled an inverted demonic city, with countless bizarrely styled buildings made primarily of obsidian and bones, arranged in a dense array. In the center, a towering black hall stood like a lurking giant beast, emanating a heart-pounding pressure.
This was the true core of the Holy Spirit Cult—the underground headquarters, Nether City.
Ye Xishui did not stop, leading Castorice directly into the most magnificent black hall.
The interior of the hall was extremely vast, with a high ceiling adorned with massive murals depicting death, slaughter, and dark rituals.
Two rows of Evil Soul Masters, each with a unique appearance but all exuding powerful and sinister Qi, stood solemnly on either side. At the far end of the hall, on a throne carved from a complete Dragon skull, sat a middle-aged man with a sinister face, dressed in dark golden robes. Beside him stood a woman in black, with an alluring appearance but sharp eyes.