Chapter 7: Black Luo Cult

The long, slender, fair legs stepped out of the shop, taking with them the fantasies of the boys.

And Zhang Xun, who remained, was inevitably subjected to the envy of the men, as pairs of jealous eyes seemed to want to kill him.

The sun outside was ample, its rays hitting the lush camphor trees and sprinkling down mottled spots of light.

A gentle breeze brushed past, and the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other seemed to send Su Xuan off.

Countless people strolled outside as if the crisis didn’t exist at all.

Everyone could leisurely enjoy this sunshine, this holiday.

This was a prosperous age that was being protected, protecting the precious human civilization.

The restaurant wasn’t too far from home.
Su Xuan strode with his long legs, his steps bewitching yet not lacking in elegance.

His pale, long legs, under the bright sun, dazzled the eyes of countless men.

That beautiful posture caused countless men to stop and watch.

For a moment, they forgot the time, forgot the girlfriends holding their hands by their sides.

Perhaps in the lonely nights, there would be one more person in their dreams.

Back at the residential complex, the men’s eyes widened, wanting to go up and inquire which building this peerless beauty lived in, to see if they could make friends.

But that otherworldly beauty made them feel ashamed of themselves.

What man could lay a hand on such a woman?

Amidst the scorching gazes, Su Xuan lowered his head, his face blushing, and quickly returned home, burying himself in his soft bed, smelling the faint fragrance.

He boringly opened his phone, searching for interesting news.

But just as he opened the app, his eyes were deeply drawn to the headline.

“Members of the Heretical Cult ‘Black Fall’ Secretly Head to White City. Investigation Bureau Raids Cult Stronghold Late at Night. Three Cult Members Suspected to Have Escaped… The Three were Arrested and Brought to Justice at Nine o’clock this Morning. The Reason for the Cult’s Invasion of White City is still under further investigation.”

White City was the city where Su Xuan was located.

And in this seemingly peaceful city, on the unseen dark side, such a terrifying thing was quietly happening.

Compared to the invasion of the Dark Abominations, Su Xuan hated the heretical organizations established to worship so-called gods even more.

And those so-called gods were the Dark Abominations that were currently invading Aquamarine.

They mythologized the Dark Abominations, describing them as emissaries of the Heavenly Emperor sent to save humanity, advocating a non-resistance policy, saying that they would not harm humans without evil thoughts.

As long as one converted to the Dark Abominations, one could achieve eternal life.

Compared to the Dark Abominations who invaded fair and square with their lives, this group of people who stabbed others in the back were even more detestable.

Anyone found to be a member of a heretical cult, regardless of their background, would be sentenced to death.

Those who discovered but did not report it would be dealt with according to criminal law.

Perhaps somewhere in White City, such a bomb was hidden.

They disregarded life and killed like flies.
If they were allowed to successfully reach a crowded place, it would inevitably cause immense harm.

The brave warriors fighting on the front lines, upon hearing the news of their families’ misfortune, would surely be in extreme pain, and it might even directly affect a certain point in the battle situation, and then like a butterfly’s wings, drag the world into the dark, chaotic abyss.

However, after examining his own strength, Su Xuan shook his head dejectedly.

His strength was too ordinary.

He didn’t even know if he could defeat a member of the Dark Abominations.
So, it was best not to try to be a hero for the time being.

Su Xuan pulled himself up from the bed, preparing to continue his training and further improve his strength.

He took off the women’s clothing, and that strange feeling of desire disappeared along with it.

He put on his training clothes, and all his spirit was focused on cultivation.

Su Xuan fell silent for a moment, his red lips slightly parted.

“Assist me in my cultivation…”

“Mmm…”

Suddenly, an invisible orchid-blue light appeared on Su Xuan’s body.

The two energy stones held in his hands were frantically plundered of their energons.

The energons turned into a river, swirling within Su Xuan’s body.

A few wisps of orchid-blue light mixed into it, gradually merging with the energons.

The energons traveled along the meridians.
Every time they passed a place, a small amount of energons would disappear, merging with the cells and strengthening each one.

And that orchid-blue soul essence also followed the energons into the cells, silently influencing every cell of Su Xuan.

This cultivation was a joint cultivation form of the Phantom Soul and the human body.
In a past science popularization class, the teacher had once said that no matter what kind of Phantom Soul, it would carry a kind of soul essence that could not be extracted, existing somewhere between energy and matter, but leaning more towards matter.

Only when the human body used the Phantom Soul to absorb energons would a small amount of soul essence seep into the body, causing the cells to evolve.

When the strengthening of the body by the soul essence reached a certain limit, one could awaken extraordinary abilities.

In Su Xuan’s words, it was like being “marinated until flavorful.”

In fact, in this world, there was no concept of DNA.

Almost all living beings’ growth was controlled by their Phantom Souls.

One of the purposes of cultivation was to use the property of the special soul essence being slightly soluble in energons to absorb it and transform the body.

This was why Su Xuan initially refused the assistance of his Phantom Soul, refused to reveal to his best friend that his Phantom Soul was feminine, and tried every means to show a yang fluctuation on the test day.

Because this foreshadowed that one day in the future, if there were no other methods, he would inevitably become a girl.

When that day would come, would he be mentally prepared by then?

No!

He still wanted to be a man for a few more years, he hadn’t tried that kind of feeling yet.

This was the reason why Su Xuan had insisted on not using his Phantom Soul for so many years, to give himself a little more time as a man, while also reserving the opportunity.

What if one day he didn’t have to become a woman?

But extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.

Outside were the ferocious invaders, the Dark Abominations.

Inside were the rat droppings, the cult members.

The time left for him was really not much.

After two days of ideological struggle, after a series of psychological changes, Su Xuan set three rules for his future self.

One: I will cooperate with my Phantom Soul to cultivate as much as possible, and not hesitate when doing what needs to be done. I will not waste a single second.

Two: Even when cross-dressing, I will try to maintain my thoughts as a man, persevering day by day, until I can no longer persevere.

Three: I will seek the secrets of the Phantom Soul and find a way not to become a woman.

These three points both allowed the future Su Xuan to accept the assistance from his Phantom Soul and the changes to his body without psychological burden, and also preserved Su Xuan’s hope of restoring his manhood.

Even if the hope was slim, it was not non-existent.

Someone once said, even if your hand at the card table is the worst, you have to play it out.

Nothing had reached that point yet, so why give up?

With the cooperation of his Phantom Soul, Su Xuan was completely immersed in cultivation.

His whole person was like drifting in space, sometimes diving into the bottom of the sea, sometimes soaring into the clouds, roaming the five lakes and four seas.

This feeling of desire made Su Xuan unable to extricate himself.

This was completely different from the feeling of blockage during past cultivation sessions.

So this was what true cultivation was like!

And just as Su Xuan was immersed in his studies, a few kilometers away, a middle-aged man in a black T-shirt was covering his mouth, his other hand covering his pants pocket, as if there was a piece of metal the size of a whiskey biscuit in his pocket.

He was the fourth person among the three who had escaped.

No information about him could be detected, because his name was not on the list for this operation.

He was an envoy directly appointed by the archbishop.

Only one person among the thirty-two cultists who came to White City knew of his existence.

And he had also paid a huge price to hide his aura and sneak all the way here.

His mission was to hand over the “metal block” in his pants pocket to a certain lord in White City.

And that lord was said to have a way to summon the Gate of Chaos, turning this large city directly into a dark, abyssal hell.