Douluo Dalu 2: I got Kidnapped into Holy Spirit Cult

As Jiang Jue walked out of the teaching building, the sky had already begun to darken. Only a trace of the setting sun lingered on the western horizon, dyeing the last remaining patch of sky in a warm orange-red hue.

The soul-guided lamps across the campus had already lit up, casting a soft glow on the silver-white walls of the teaching buildings.

Jiang Jue walked slowly toward the school gate, stretching his muscles as he looked at the technologically advanced campus around him.

Giving that soul-guided firearm to Xuan Ziwen had its reasons.

[T/N: No way Bro gave him a Gun 💀]

In this world, from the very beginning of their development, soul tools had been designed to serve soul masters. Except for some life-use soul tools, most of them required soul masters to inject soul power to function.

However, the number of soul masters was far smaller than that of ordinary people. Even among soul masters, those who could cultivate beyond four soul rings were even rarer. At the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy, a top-tier institution, most students had taken medicinal boosters to improve their soul power.

As the Sun-Moon Empire's soul tool development progressed, they gradually recognized this issue. Thus, Mingde Hall began researching soul tools that could be used by ordinary people.

However, reverse engineering proved to be difficult. Even their most successful result—the fixed soul-guided artillery shells—had major limitations, primarily their extremely high cost.

Moreover, very few soul engineers were willing to dedicate themselves to researching these tools since soul masters were still the dominant force in this world.

This mindset created a massive conceptual barrier that hindered the advancement of soul tool technology in this era.

Yet, Jiang Jue's modified soul-guided firearm required only a trigger pull to activate the internal core formation—no soul power injection needed—making it functional for non-soul masters.

"Now, I just need to wait and watch the flowers bloom."

Jiang Jue primarily had his eyes on Xuan Ziwen's talent, intending to bring him into the Holy Spirit Sect.

The Holy Spirit Sect only had two Rank Nine Soul Engineers. Among them, Ye Xishui held an exalted status, leaving Ming Lei Douluo as the only one actively producing Rank Nine soul tools for the sect.

Although the sect didn't have many soul engineers, they were immensely wealthy. Just one operation from the Xishui Alliance in smuggling soul tools and rare metals made them incredibly profitable.

With such abundant resources, they could provide Xuan Ziwen with the necessary research funding. When the time came, Jiang Jue would offer him some mechanical design ideas from his past life, giving him a general direction while allowing him to innovate freely.

Geniuses like Xuan Ziwen didn't lack creativity—they simply needed a push to break through their preconceived limitations.

That being said, Jiang Jue had already handed over the blueprint for the soul-guided firearm to his master, Zhong Liwu.

It would now be up to Zhong Liwu to maximize its value.

Unconsciously, Jiang Jue had already reached the school gate.

Standing near the entrance was a slender, graceful figure. As soon as she saw Jiang Jue emerge, she quickly stepped forward.

"Your Holiness, the Holy Son."

"Let's go. I promised you, and I won't go back on my word."

Jiang Jue spoke calmly.

"Thank you, Holy Son! From now on, I am your humble servant. Whatever you command, I will obey. My life belongs to you."

The woman was none other than the Holy Spirit Sect's disciple, Nana.

Half a month ago, Nana could no longer suppress the desperate longing in her heart and took the initiative to seek out Jiang Jue.

She begged him to help free her parents' souls. For this, she was willing to sacrifice everything.

Jiang Jue naturally knew her story. The only reason she clung to life was to see her parents' souls find peace.

He understood that for someone like Nana, whoever helped her fulfill this wish would become her greatest benefactor—someone she would serve with undying loyalty. Since this was something he could easily accomplish, Jiang Jue saw no reason to refuse. Better to secure her loyalty now than risk someone else poaching her later.

Moreover, Nana's martial soul, Ghost Spirit, showed promising potential.

However, Jiang Jue hadn't had time to handle this matter earlier, so Nana had been waiting until now.

"Lead the way."

"Yes, Holy Son."

Hearing Jiang Jue's command, Nana clenched her fists tightly in excitement. Her delicate face flushed, and tears shimmered in her eyes.

No one knew how long she had waited for this day—how much it meant to her.

Seeing Nana's expression, Jiang Jue sighed inwardly.

The Holy Spirit Sect's brainwashing methods were still too crude. Their lower-level management was quite lacking.

Nana composed herself, took a deep breath, and quickly led the way. As she walked, she kept glancing back at Jiang Jue, as if afraid he would disappear.

Half an Hour Later

A nondescript black-roofed building appeared before Jiang Jue.

"Your Holiness, this is the place."

"Knock on the door."

Nana first put on a white hood, then donned a veil-covered bamboo hat before stepping forward to knock.

She knocked five times—three long, two short.

A slit in the door opened quietly, but instead of entering, Nana took a step back.

"Servant Number Six, why aren't you coming in?"

A pair of eyes peeked out from inside, speaking in a hurried tone.

The speaker was a young man also wearing a bamboo hat. When he noticed Jiang Jue standing beside Nana, his eyes widened in shock.

"Six, why did you bring—"

"Whoosh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a token shot toward him at high speed.

"This is... the Holy Son's token!"

Catching the token, the young man's expression changed instantly. He dropped to his knees and respectfully chanted:

"May the Holy Emperor live forever! May the Holy Son's talent reign supreme!"

"I greet the Holy Son!"

"Rise. Take me inside."

Jiang Jue remained indifferent—he had long grown accustomed to this.

Following his command, the young man immediately stood, returned the token with great reverence, and opened the door wide to welcome Jiang Jue inside.

Inside, the courtyard was far more elaborate than it appeared from the outside.

It was designed in a winding, maze-like fashion, filled with various plants.

Tall trellises covered in climbing vines obstructed any aerial surveillance.

Jiang Jue followed the young man along a narrow path toward the central black-domed structure.

The door was already open. Inside, two people dressed in white stood. Unlike the others, they did not wear bamboo hats, only white hoods covering their heads.

Upon seeing Jiang Jue, the young man who had led him in promptly announced:

"This is the Holy Son! Kneel and pay your respects!"

The two men flinched before swiftly and seamlessly kneeling, repeating the same chant.

"Your Holiness, please enter."

The young man walked over to a square table, pressing his hand against it and applying force. Instantly, the four table legs retracted into the ground.

With a series of mechanical clanking noises, a one-square-meter-wide entrance opened at the table's side. A faint light shone from within.

An underground chamber—this was very much in line with Jiang Jue's impression of the Holy Spirit Sect's eerie aesthetic.

Nana followed closely as they descended into the tunnel.

The passage led about five meters down before opening into a spacious hall.

Compared to the surface, this underground chamber was massive—nearly three hundred square meters—but it felt eerily cold and empty.

Laughter and the clinking of glasses echoed inside.

"Second Brother, we'll soon be reassigned elsewhere. You and I are going to rise up in the ranks!"

"Hahaha, Big Brother, say no more! Let's drink!"