Early in the morning, Nan Fusheng woke from a large bed. At the moment, he was living in a small villa—one of Zhang Sanfeng's private properties.
"Enough playing around. I should focus on cultivating soul power. Just what exactly are the 'God Positions' of the Douluo Continent? The thought does stir my curiosity…"
Suppressing his playful mood, Nan Fusheng muttered to himself. The God Position, the key for a Soul Master to become a god after reaching Rank 100, was indispensable in this world. He had a strong premonition that this mysterious "God Position" would be of significant help to him.
"But first things first… I need to obtain my third soul spirit. Heh, I can already guess what kind of soul spirit it will be…"
After getting dressed, Nan Fusheng hailed a soul-guided taxi and headed toward the Spirit Pagoda. Soon, he arrived.
The Spirit Pagoda branch in Tianhai City was one of the organization's eighteen Sky Pillars. As the leading metropolis among the five coastal megacities on the eastern seaboard, Tianhai was naturally important enough to warrant such an establishment.
Nan Fusheng entered the tower calmly, walking straight toward the chamber where soul spirits were stored. Along the way, staff members passed by without questioning his presence. A few who noticed him even smiled politely in greeting.
He stepped into a private room, where a plain-looking middle-aged man with an aura of authority was waiting. That pressure was unmistakable—the natural bearing of someone in power. Several staff members were also busy inside. As soon as Nan Fusheng entered, one of them shut the doors behind him.
"Whew, you're late, Main Body!"
The dignified expression on the middle-aged man instantly vanished, replaced by a smile. The nearby staff also joined in teasing:
"Yeah, yeah, Main Body. You've been off playing for days. Do you have any idea how much we've been suffering here?"
"We treat you as our core, yet you treat us like oxen and horses. Where's the justice in that?"
"Overthrow the tyranny of the Main Body! Freedom for Nan Fusheng!"
The staff members were speaking half in jest, but all of them were his clones.
"Enough. Where's the thing I asked for?"
Nan Fusheng ignored their complaints and turned to the middle-aged man. This was Qiangu Bubai—the Branch Master of the Tianhai Spirit Pagoda, a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, and a Rank 93 Title Douluo. His title: Unbeaten.
"It's already prepared. Here."
Qiangu Bubai flipped his hand, revealing a soul spirit ball.
"Do you want to test your spiritual power while you're at it? Since we're all family here, there's nothing to worry about."
"Fine."
Nan Fusheng nodded. He was curious to see how far his spiritual power had grown.
As the familiar helmet was placed on his head, the meter's numbers skyrocketed.
"What the—? One thousand… three thousand… seven thousand… ten thousand! Main Body's combat power has already broken ten thousand!"
His clones laughed, deliberately playing along with the meme. In the end, the reading stopped at an astonishing fifteen thousand plus.
Nan Fusheng's thoughts stirred. In response, his body began to twist grotesquely. Beneath his clothes, countless tendrils emerged, their true form revealed as a massive worm with twelve concentric rings. His entire figure looked like a nightmare creature woven from worms.
The numbers on the device spiked further, the display's color shifting from black toward a burning red.
"Over twenty thousand!"
As the reading broke that threshold, the instrument began to malfunction. Black smoke rose from its casing.
"Stop! This device can only measure up to the Spirit Abyss Realm. Go any further and it'll explode!"
The clones hurriedly removed the helmet, muttering as they checked it. "Phew, not broken. This thing costs a fortune."
Nan Fusheng ignored their chatter, instead sinking into deep thought.
My normal state sits around fifteen thousand. In Mythical Creature Form, I easily exceed twenty thousand. Is this the effect of 'Divinity'?
Over the past few days of wandering, he had been hunting for high-value targets to parasitize. The Tianhai Alliance Tournament was a grand event for the eastern regions, drawing countless geniuses and powerful figures to compete or spectate.
Qiangu Bubai had been one such figure. As Branch Master of the Tianhai Spirit Pagoda, he naturally attended to scout for talent worth recruiting. Nan Fusheng had run into him at the venue and, seizing the chance, parasitized him on the spot. With Qiangu Bubai as his puppet, he quickly extended control over other key staff members, spending more than twenty parasite slots in one move.
In truth, gaining Qiangu Bubai was one of Nan Fusheng's greatest spoils so far. From the name alone, it was obvious he was related to Qiangu Dongfeng, the current Pagoda Master.
And indeed, Qiangu Bubai belonged to the Qiangu Clan, his martial soul the Coiling Dragon Staff. A distant relative of Qiangu Dongfeng, he had reached the Title Douluo rank and crafted Three-Word Battle Armor thanks to his strong talent and family ties. Thus, he was qualified to hold Tianhai's Branch Master seat.
Being able to control Qiangu Bubai was an unexpected delight for Nan Fusheng—it proved that even a Title Douluo could fall under his sway.
Honestly, when he attempted it, he had prepared to flee or burn through power to kill Qiangu Bubai if things went wrong. But the result exceeded expectations: not only had he succeeded, but the control was firm.
"Qiangu Bubai himself is at the Spirit Abyss Realm, his spiritual power around ten thousand or so. Yet I subdued him with ease. It's not just because my spiritual power is higher—the demigod status I've attained, the trace of divinity within me, plays a decisive role."
Nan Fusheng analyzed calmly. As a demigod, his body already carried a touch of godhood. Though faint, if news of it reached an Extreme Douluo, they would stop at nothing to seize it.
"Main Body, if you use your Mythical Creature Form, your spiritual power soars exponentially. Shame this testing device caps at Spirit Abyss. For anything beyond, you'd need to go to the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters in Shrek City."
Qiangu Bubai added respectfully.
"Let's deal with the soul spirit first."
Nan Fusheng nodded. No more words were wasted. Right there in the chamber, he began the soul spirit fusion. After all, this place was as safe as could be—everyone present was either him or under his control.