Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1508 - 451: [Doesn’t Like Waste] (Part 3)

The sacrificial priest walked to a place, opened the stone door, and entered, then the stone door closed.

After entering the room, it was so clean inside that there wasn’t the slightest speck of dust, with soft felt, clean walls, and furnishings.

Even the stone cabinet placed by the wall couldn’t gather a trace of dust.

He picked up a pure gold bottle and a pure gold cup from the cabinet, poured a cup of wine the color of fresh blood, and took a long sip, only then did the sacrificial priest let out a long breath.

He sat on the felt, legs crossed, but his expression became increasingly solemn.

In the sacrificial priest’s mind, he was still pondering, just what was the origin of that Eastern Cultivator!

If he was really just a passerby accidentally involved in this affair of Gusanka, then... perhaps after tonight, he would not continue to entangle.

A passing cultivator shouldn’t waste too much effort and time here!

Nor should he sabotage my grand plans.

But...

Ultimately, he still felt indignant and unwilling in his heart!

This time’s transaction was proceeding perfectly smoothly, until at the very last moment, it was disrupted by this intruding Eastern Cultivator.

I lost an able subordinate, and even worse, a Holy Artifact - Shadow-Splitting Blade!

Although there are still two Shadow-Splitting Blades in the sect, such ancient and inherited holy artifacts, once lost, they cannot be replaced. My mana is not as powerful as my predecessors, and I am unable to forge new holy artifacts!

What made the sacrificial priest even a bit fearful was that the Eastern Cultivator encountered tonight possessed mana that was overwhelmingly strong!

His casual strike could pierce through my Escape Technique, directly harming my physical body!

Though usually proud and arrogant, and regarded by many followers nearly as a demigod, tonight’s minor conflict made the sacrificial priest realize right away that the other’s strength was absolutely beyond what I could contend with!

If I hadn’t acted quickly to escape in time, staying on the scene to fight him would likely have been a death sentence!

It wasn’t surprising that he killed the "Mayor’s Wife" in one move.

I also have many ways of killing!

But to do it so effortlessly, without any preparation or delay, casually flicking a finger and causing instant death — such a skill, not to mention myself, I’ve never even heard of it before.

And the way he could effortlessly block the bullets flying towards him — that ability truly envied the sacrificial priest!

If I had such a skill, would I still hide in Gusanka as a backstage manipulator!

If I could casually block bullets, immune to firearms, I would have long gone to the front to become a ruler!

The so-called secret techniques inherited by our sect are all abilities that can only manipulate from the shadows in a sinister manner, such forthright spells to confront enemies openly indeed both astound and make the sacrificial priest fearful and envious!

Could the Eastern Cultivators all be at such a level?!

He let out a soft breath.

He opened his clothes, revealing his dry and skinny body. On his left waist and ribs, there was a bloody hole; the wound had penetrated through his body. However, under his secret technique, the blood had stopped flowing. Though the wound looked horrifying, strangely not a drop of blood trickled out.

The sacrificial priest frowned, took out a jar of self-made medicinal oil, and applied it to the wound. This injury, using his own medicine, would take about three to four days to heal considerably.

I should hide and recuperate here for three or four days without going out.

Anyhow, the major affairs of Gusanka have already concluded, and three or four days later, the new ruler will have taken over this city. By then I can send someone to collect the final payment.

As for that Eastern Cultivator, after not finding me for three or four days, he should have already left.

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In the secret chamber where the blood slaves were drained, three women carefully inspected the cages.

"Here, one has died." One woman stared at the blood slave in the cage in front for a moment and then turned back to say coldly to her companion.

In front of her, in the iron cage, a frail woman was crouched inside, body curled up, lips pale, and she had already stopped breathing.

"Take it to the flesh sacrifice, handle it as Lord Sacrificial Priest said," another woman came over and answered indifferently.

The two opened the cage and brought out the female blood slave inside together.

She had indeed stopped breathing, completely dead.

The two carried the corpse to the edge of the chamber, opened the stone wall leading to the outside pool, and walked to the poolside.

As if sensing something, as the two approached, the shadows swimming back and forth underwater suddenly swarmed towards them, gathering in the water near where the two were standing. For a moment, the water rippled, much like a fish shoal gathering around bait.

"Be careful! Don’t get too close to the water! If you fall in, even the sacrificial priest won’t be able to save you!"

One of the women noticed that her companion was standing too close to the water’s edge, and with half a step underfoot, she would reach the edge. She quickly voiced a reminder.

The woman being reminded immediately shrank her head, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes, and quickly took two steps back.

The two also didn’t dare to throw - to avoid splashing water. They just squatted together, sending the corpse to the shore step by step, then gradually pushed it into the pool.

Once the corpse entered the water, the water’s surface immediately boiled like an oil pot!

Numerous shadows from below rushed frantically to tear at it, quickly dragging the once-buoyant corpse under the water!

Blood also seeped from underwater, dyeing the pool red.

The dense, horrifying sound of "gnawing" made both women’s faces turn pale, involuntarily stepping back two steps.

At this moment, a voice came from behind, the leader of the three women, also the one whose head was caressed by the sacrificial priest earlier.

This female leader glanced at the bubbling blood on the water’s surface, coldly saying, "So much blood is wasted, how did you extract it!"

"... Well, there always seems to be some blood left in the end, doesn’t it."

"Be more careful next time, try to extract it thoroughly to avoid waste... Don’t send them to the flesh sacrifice immediately after they die, you can still extract more," the woman said coldly. "Lord Sacrificial Priest doesn’t like waste."

The two women lowered their heads together upon hearing.

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Outside on the roadside beside stone buildings, Chen Yan stood before the archway blocked by wooden boards, looked up at the high archway in front.

He coughed, smiled lightly, and stepped inside.

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(My state of mind collapsed, today Chen Nuo asked me about a summer homework math problem, 5th grade level... I actually couldn’t solve it...)

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