Douluo Dalu 2: I got Kidnapped into Holy Spirit Cult

In the Extreme North.

Looking into the distance, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white—a world blanketed in snow. Countless glaciers stretched across the land like winding dragons, exuding an icy aura. The biting cold wind howled through the area like piercing whistles, as if trying to freeze everything in its path.

The temperature here had already plummeted to below minus forty degrees Celsius.

"You can't escape. Why not obediently enter my Soul Refining Banner? It's an absolutely wonderful place!"

A voice suddenly broke the silence of this frigid world.

A white tiger, five zhang (about 16.5 meters) in length, was seen sprinting across the icy plains. Its body was covered with bloody wounds, the deepest of which exposed stark white bones wrapped in eerie black mist.

The black mist relentlessly burrowed into its body like maggots on rotting flesh, devouring the giant white tiger's flesh and blood bit by bit.

But the tiger paid no attention to its wounds, focusing solely on fleeing as fast as it could.

Suddenly, a bright silver spear shot through the air from behind and pierced straight through the tiger, freezing it to the core.

"Awwooo!"

The giant tiger howled in agony before collapsing to the ground. It was already at the end of its strength, and this blow was the final straw that broke it.

A young man in a black robe approached swiftly, with a jet-black crow perched on his shoulder, its blood-red eyes fixed on the fallen giant tiger.

"This Ice Soul Battle Tiger was truly difficult to chase down."

This man was Jiang Jue. He extended his hand and gently placed it on the Ice Soul Battle Tiger's forehead, channeling a deathly gray soul power into it.

The tiger's eyes slowly closed as it fell into a peaceful slumber.

A pitch-black soul ring emerged from its body.

"First the soul, then the body. Not a single part should go to waste."

Jiang Jue spoke softly as a Soul Refining Banner appeared in his left hand. With a gentle wave, a pale blue soul emerged from the Ice Soul Battle Tiger's corpse, filled with resentment as it lunged at Jiang Jue.

"Sigh, why resist? Enter my kind and loving Soul Refining Banner, and let go of your hatred."

A gray aura surged forth, transforming into sinister ghostly chains that tightly bound the Ice Soul Battle Tiger's spirit, rendering it powerless before pulling it into the banner.

Inside the Soul Refining Banner, the tiger's soul struggled, only to be surrounded by a dozen other beast souls shrouded in black mist. They began to pummel it mercilessly until the tiger's eyes gradually cleared.

Next, a black mist drilled into its soul, completing the Soul Refining Banner's imprint.

The entire process flowed smoothly and seamlessly—clearly the result of extensive practice.

It was evident that Jiang Jue had mastered this technique to perfection.

Afterward, Jiang Jue stored the tiger's corpse in his spatial ring, ensuring nothing went to waste.

This Ice Soul Battle Tiger had just passed the twelve-thousand-year mark. In the central region of the Extreme North, it held a certain level of status.

But it had the misfortune of catching Jiang Jue's eye and was swiftly taken into the Soul Refining Banner for further "training."

"Holy Son, should we continue forward?"

Zhang Peng appeared beside Jiang Jue, his eyes filled with admiration.

He had watched Jiang Jue grow up. Seeing Jiang Jue reach this level of power gave him an inexplicable sense of pride, as if he were witnessing the success of his own creation.

"Elder Zhang, don't worry. With the few of us here, nothing can go wrong."

Masked Douluo suddenly pulled out a snow-charm rabbit, a spiritual beast, and began chomping on its brain with great enjoyment.

"Yeah, with you as a Super Douluo and the three of us as Titled Douluos, we can roam this Extreme North freely."

At this moment, Nangong Wan spoke with a sinister tone, his gaze briefly flickering with greed as he looked at Jiang Jue.

Ever since he developed certain feelings for Jiang Jue, that seed of desire had grown uncontrollably, becoming harder to suppress.

"Holy Son, what do you say?"

Zhang Peng remained silent after hearing the others, once again turning his gaze to Jiang Jue.

They were here to support Jiang Jue, so his opinion was the priority.

"Elder Zhang, I want to go deeper."

Jiang Jue said thoughtfully.

His objective hadn't been achieved yet, so retreating wasn't an option.

The Ice Jade Scorpion Clan, rulers of the Extreme North, resided deep within the polar ice plains.

Before arriving, Jiang Jue had already pinpointed their territory. Since Ice Jade Scorpions lived in colonies and rarely migrated, locating them was relatively easy.

"Elder Zhang, I want to capture an Ice Jade Scorpion and refine it into the Soul Refining Banner to see how different an ultimate elemental beast truly is."

Jiang Jue explained.

Zhang Peng, being the strongest protector on this journey, deserved respect—even if his role might not be crucial later on.

Upon hearing Jiang Jue's intention, Zhang Peng frowned.

As a Super Douluo, he was well aware that the Ice Jade Scorpion Clan was ruled by a nearly 400,000-year-old beast—the Ice Empress.

He didn't want Jiang Jue to take such a risky gamble.

"Holy Son, I don't think it's a good idea. The Ice Jade Scorpions are a colony. If we provoke a powerful one from their clan, things could get messy."

This cautiousness was what set Zhang Peng apart from other Evil Soul Masters—he actually used his brain and showed no signs of madness, apart from his fondness for drinking beast blood.

"Elder Zhang, I didn't plan to go straight into their nest to catch one. Instead, I'll lure one out first."

Jiang Jue calmly explained as a flash of white light revealed a blue crystal-like ice shard shaped like an icicle from his spatial ring.

As soon as it appeared, Jiang Jue wrapped it in his soul power, but even then, the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees.

"This… is that…?"

Masked Douluo leaned in curiously, unable to identify the object.

"That's Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Ice Marrow!"

Nangong Wan exclaimed in shock.

"Indeed. It's Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Ice Marrow, a supreme treasure for ice-type beasts, irresistibly attractive to them."

Jiang Jue explained, glancing at Nangong Wan.

He had borrowed this piece of Cold Ice Marrow from the Holy Spirit Cult's treasury specifically to lure out the Ice Empress.

The Ice Empress was currently troubled by her fourth heavenly tribulation, knowing she couldn't overcome it on her own.

At such a critical moment, the appearance of Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Ice Marrow, a glimmer of hope for survival, would make her pursue it at any cost.

"I see! You're planning to use this to lure out an Ice Jade Scorpion and then capture it."

Masked Douluo slapped his forehead as the realization dawned on him.

Although his statement was accurate, the way he phrased it made it sound rather crude.

After all, "lure" wasn't exactly the most elegant choice of words.

(End of Chapter)