Chapter 141: Divine Authority
As time steadily marched toward the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Tournament, Yu Xiaogang continued to lead Tang San and the others between Blue Tyrant Academy and the Sunset Forest.
But something remarkable had changed. With each repeated sacrifice performed by Yu Xiaogang and his followers, Luo Ling's martial soul evolved again—this time in profound ways.
He could now clearly sense every offering Yu Xiaogang made, and more than that, he could project divine will across great distances.
He could send commands directly to anyone who had completed the Blood Demon Ritual and branded themselves as followers of the Primordial God.
He could choose how to bestow power upon them—enhancing mental strength, refining martial souls, or even healing hidden injuries. It was no longer the crude process of simply boosting soul power.
He now truly possessed divine authority—the dominion of a god over his believers.
And so, Luo Ling issued his next decree to Yu Xiaogang:
he was no longer content with just Shrek Academy's small circle of devout followers.
He needed more.
More believers. More sacrifices. More power.
…
Inside a dimly lit chamber at Blue Tyrant Academy, Yu Xiaogang and the others watched reverently as a shadowy, divine figure shimmered faintly in the air.
The Primordial God had descended again. After months of performing Blood Demon Rituals, they were no longer merely practitioners—they were true worshipers.
The power from those ceremonies had not just strengthened their bodies but also planted faith deep in their hearts. Divine gifts always came with divine chains.
As the faint image slowly faded, Yu Xiaogang turned to face the group.
"You all heard it," he said solemnly. "The god demands that we spread his faith. He needs more believers. What do you think?"
"Teacher… the Blood Demon Ritual is our key to power," Tang San spoke hesitantly. "Do we really… have to share it with others?"
Yu Xiaogang gave him a cold look. "Xiao San, everything we have now was granted by the Primordial God. His will is absolute—we must obey."
At that moment, Yu Tianheng spoke up. "Uncle, perhaps we could start by spreading the ritual within our family? If the god wishes his faith to grow, the clan could be the first step. No one will refuse a way to grow stronger quickly."
Yu Xiaogang went quiet for a long time, a complex expression flickering in his eyes.
He still held resentment toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan… but it was still his bloodline.
After several moments of reflection, he sighed. "Let's not rush into that. The Blood Demon Ritual is a taboo among spirit masters. If it's exposed, the backlash could harm the family more than it helps."
"Then what should we do?" Flender asked, adjusting his glasses.
The room fell into uneasy silence. None of them were truly eager to share such a secret power freely.
Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang's eyes brightened with an idea. "We can start by gathering low-talent spirit masters. We won't teach them the entire ritual—we'll just have them join us in offering sacrifices."
"For those weak spirit masters who crave strength, all we need to say is that we know a method to make them stronger quickly. They'll come begging for it."
"Once they feel the power, they'll be hooked—they'll worship the god, and we'll form our own sect. Those beneath us can recruit even more new believers. We'll grant rites only to those who bring new initiates. That way, the faith will spread endlessly."
As he spoke, his voice gained fervor. "Yes! That's it. If they want to participate in the ritual, they'll have to bring someone new. Each believer brings in another. Soon, we'll amass countless followers!"
"We can even charge them for it—either money or service. Every offering strengthens us and expands the god's reach!"
A religion, after all, required little more than people—and desire.
In a world ruled by power like Douluo Continent, who didn't crave strength?
The Blood Demon Ritual offered a stable, tangible path to that goal. Building a sect upon it would be almost effortless.
Excitement spread through the group as Yu Xiaogang painted his vision.
If they truly founded a sect, they would be its founders—its elders, its offering priests, its pope—just like the Spirit Hall.
"But Teacher," Tang San interjected softly, "the tournament is only a few months away. We won't have much time to gather followers before then."
That gave the room pause.
Yu Xiaogang frowned in thought, then turned toward Flender and Zhao Wuji. "There are only four months left. We've hunted beasts long enough in the Sunset Forest. The Blood Demon Ritual sacrifices will have to wait."
"Flender, Zhao Wuji—you two will take care of recruiting new believers. I'll handle training Xiao San and the others for the tournament."
He cast a glance at his students. "Although your spirit power has grown greatly, the Tournament tests teamwork, not raw strength."
Both Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a brief look and nodded.
Tang San and the others agreed as well. After all, he and Yu Tianheng had already reached the Spirit Ancestor level, and the rest—Oscar and Ma Hongjun—were both hovering near rank thirty-nine. Even without more sacrifices, they'd likely reach Spirit Ancestor before the tournament.
"Good," Yu Xiaogang said finally, satisfied. "Then it's settled."
…
Of course, Luo Ling already knew all of this.
For a god, keeping track of his followers was effortless.
Their movements played before his mind's eye like scenes from a controlled recording device—he didn't even need his crows to spy anymore.
After more than six months of offerings, his strength had skyrocketed. Now a level 58 Soul King, he was on the verge of breaking through to 59.
And that was with minimal effort on his part. Truly, Yu Xiaogang was the best employee a god could ask for.
…
In the training grounds, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing continued their daily drills. Xiao Wu had now reached Spirit Ancestor level, while Zhu Zhuqing was at thirty-nine.
Their growth rivaled that of Tang San's group—except theirs came without reliance on any dark ritual.
Then something unusual happened—Yu Xiaogang brought Tang San and the others to the field as well.
Approaching the group, he said calmly, "The tournament is almost here. It's time for full team training."
The three girls exchanged looks of surprise.
"Rongrong, you all will train too," Yu Xiaogang added with forced composure. "Previously, my focus on Xiao San and the boys wasn't suited to you. But for team synergy, everyone must now participate."
Luo Ling, seated off to the side, almost laughed aloud.
It seemed Yu Xiaogang's shamelessness had reached an entirely new level.
"Let's begin by sharing your current spirit levels," Yu Xiaogang said, adopting his best instructor's tone.
The girls gave him unimpressed looks, clearly reluctant. But one by one, they answered.
"I'm level forty-one."
"Also forty-one."
"Level thirty-nine."
Yu Xiaogang nodded absently—then froze.
A few seconds later, his eyes went wide.
"Wait—what did you just say?"
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