Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 8 The Death Saintess
"Mother."

The man on the throne—Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult—rose and nodded slightly.

The woman in black beside him, Vice Sect Leader Feng Ling, also bowed to Ye Xishui, but her gaze involuntarily fell on the little Xia Die, scrutinizing her.

“Wu’er, Ling’er.”

Ye Xiping responded calmly and gently pushed Xia Die forward half a step.

"Her name is Xia Die. From this day forward, she will be my personal disciple and the new Holy Maiden of Death of the Holy Spirit Cult. Her status is only below me, the Supreme Elder, and the Cult Leader. Seeing the Holy Maiden is like seeing me in person."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire hall, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The Holy Maiden of Death holds a position second only to the Supreme Leader, the Supreme Revered One, and the Leader.

A series of soft gasps filled the hall. The gazes of all the evil spirit masters toward the silver-haired, purple-eyed little girl instantly changed, filled with shock, awe, and all sorts of complex calculations.

This means that this seemingly frail little girl has suddenly become one of the most powerful people in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Xia Die could feel countless gazes, some inquiring, some greedy, and some wary, falling upon her.

Her mind was as clear as still water. The title of the Death Saintess sounded prestigious, but in this dog-eat-dog world where strength reigns supreme, the so-called status was nothing but a castle in the air if one did not have the corresponding strength and value.

Her only reliance was her powerful talent and Ye Xishui's temporary favor.

If her displayed talent doesn't live up to the title of Death Saintess, Ye Xishui will eventually give up on her, and the other evil soul masters won't obey her.

Only by demonstrating her talent and value could she truly gain a foothold in the Holy Spirit Cult. Fortunately, she had no doubt about the talent of this body.

Awakening a congenital martial soul is even rarer than having full congenital soul power or twin martial souls. Especially after undergoing the martial soul awakening ceremony, the number of people who awaken a congenital martial soul is decreasing.

Although awakening a congenital martial soul does not necessarily mean that one's talent is stronger than that of a person with full congenital soul power or twin martial souls, Xia Die's talent is undoubtedly superior to that of a person with full congenital soul power or twin martial souls.

If we're going to make a comparison, we should at least compare it to a divinely bestowed martial soul.

Although she doesn't possess the innate level 20 soul power of a divinely bestowed martial soul, her essence is the same, or even higher.

After all, both the ruler of death, Ronava, and the demigod of death, Thaddeus, are qualified to be called gods in this world.

"Scarlet Nightmare".

Ye Xishui spoke again.

A petite figure flashed into view like a red shadow; it was none other than the Crimson Douluo, Fei Yan. She knelt on one knee and respectfully said:
"Your subordinate is here. Please give your instructions, Supreme Master."

"From this day forward, you shall be the protector of the Holy Maiden of Death."

Ye Xishui's voice carried a hint of cold killing intent.

"If anything happens to the Holy Maiden, you will have to bring your head to me."

Fei Yan's delicate body trembled slightly, then she answered without hesitation:
"I swear on my soul that as long as Fei Yan has a breath left, I will never allow anyone to harm the Holy Maiden in the slightest. Anyone who wants to harm the Holy Maiden will have to step over my dead body first."

She raised her head, her gaze towards Xia Die complex and unfathomable.

Not long ago, she was thinking of taking this child as her disciple, but in the blink of an eye, she became the child's protector.

This change in identity made her feel somewhat awkward and absurd.

Having personally experienced the terrifying power of death that could kill at the slightest touch, she knew better than anyone the horrific potential contained within this Death Saintess.

As long as Xia Die doesn't perish prematurely, her future achievements might even surpass Ye Xishui and the Supreme Elder Long Xiaoyao, making her a true pillar of the Holy Spirit Sect. Thinking of this, Fei Yan's initial awkwardness was quickly replaced by fervent excitement.

She's been stuck at level 97 for far too long, with almost no hope of breaking through.

If she can be protected and nurtured as the Holy Maiden of Death, as a protector of the dragon's path, she might truly gain a sliver of opportunity to break through her shackles and reach a higher realm.

Despite her youthful appearance, she is actually quite old and her desire for power far exceeds that of ordinary people.

"very good."

Ye Xishui seemed fairly satisfied with Fei Yan's attitude. She looked at Xia Die again, her tone softening.

"Butterfly, from now on, Scarlet Nightmare will protect your safety. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can ask her, or come directly to your master."

Xia Die nodded obediently, her purple eyes lowered, concealing all her thoughts, and bowed respectfully to Ye Xishui:
"Yes, Master, I understand."

She knew that from this moment on, she had truly stepped into the darkest vortex of the Douluo Continent.

The title "Saintess of Death" is both a talisman and a death warrant.

She had to walk carefully on this razor's edge, making use of every available resource to become stronger as quickly as possible.

For survival, and for the sake of their original selves.

Inside the exquisite courtyard, a pool of clear water reflects the sky and clouds, and several brightly colored carp sway their tails leisurely in the water.

Yin Chen stood by the pond, mechanically scattering fish food into the water little by little, watching the fish scramble to eat it, creating ripples.

His gaze seemed focused, but it had already drifted far away.

Xia Die became Ye Xishui's disciple and became the Holy Spirit Cult's Death Saintess, temporarily gaining a relatively safe foothold.

This result eased his tense nerves a little.

Becoming an evil soul master was certainly not his wish. Stepping into such a filthy and dark place would immediately label him, making it difficult to clear his name. He was not like Ma Xiaotao and Tang Ya, who had Shrek Academy backing them.

But faced with a life-or-death situation, he had no choice.

To survive, and to gain the power to alter fate, he would stop at nothing, even by using the power of darkness.

"Only when a person transcends their own fears and rises above all others can they obtain true 'peace of mind'..."

The "reassurance theory" of a certain blond vampire couldn't help but surface in Yin Chen's mind.

Although it may sound a bit extreme, he wholeheartedly agreed with it.

In his previous life, he was a beast of burden, and even during the National Day holiday, his boss would call him back to work overtime. He had tasted enough of that feeling of being powerless and having his fate in the hands of others, and he hated it to the core.

Having finally arrived in this world of Soul Masters with extraordinary power, and holding the key to becoming stronger, how could he be content with mediocrity, how could he tolerate his destiny being controlled by others?
The essence of this world, stripped of all its warm and sentimental facade, is still the naked law of the jungle.

Moreover, this era harbors too many crises and injustices.

In the realm of gods, there was a God-King named Tang San who violated regulations by interfering in the mortal realm, treating it as a game of chess.

On the mainland, a powerful being favored by destiny is about to rise, and what is even more despairing is that the traditional path to godhood—the inheritance of divine positions—has almost been severed.

(End of this chapter)