“Are you bad-mouthing me in your heart?” Mo Hua’s expression turned icy.
Master She shuddered in fright and quickly shook his head, “No! Not at all!”
“Give him a pill to stop the bleeding,” Mo Hua commanded, and then looked at Master She with a chilling gaze, “I’m only giving you 30 minutes to start the ritual, and beseech your River God to exchange back the Divine Souls of those two children, otherwise I’ll have you chopped up and your corpse fed to the Demon Monsters outside…”
Master She hesitated, “30 minutes is not enough…”
Mo Hua’s gaze became even more threatening.
Master She forced a smile, “Really, it’s not enough, with setting up the altar, performing the ritual, and beseeching the god, 30 minutes simply isn’t enough…”
“How long do you need then?”
“At least…” Master She whispered, “half an hour.”
“Fine,” Mo Hua nodded, “I’ll give you half an hour.”
Master She finally let out a sigh of relief.
“My Storage Bag…” Master She glanced at Mo Hua again, and upon seeing Mo Hua’s displeasure, he quickly explained, “The materials for setting up the ritual are all in the Storage Bag.”
After some thought, Mo Hua then said to Gu An, “Little Brother An, give him the Storage Bag for now.”
Gu An nodded and temporarily returned Master She’s Storage Bag to him.
However, all the things like Demon Path pills, Cultivation Techniques, Evil Artifacts, and such were still confiscated.
Master She took the Storage Bag and began to arrange the altar.
The head of a fish Demon, bloody candles, human hand bones, and yellow cloth stained with blood…
All were sinister and weird objects.
As Master She placed items on the offering table, he cast sidelong glances at Mo Hua while cursing in his heart:
Damn it, misjudged him.
I thought this brat was just an arrogant little family scion trying to make a name for himself.
I didn’t expect him to be a ruthless Little Yama.
The wound on his neck throbbed with burning pain.
A fleeting malevolence flitted through Master She’s eyes, then, enduring the pain, he continued to prepare the ritual.
Mo Hua used this time to look around the entire River God Temple.
This River God Temple appeared vast and majestic, yet also crude.
From within, it looked utterly ordinary, lacking the terrifying scene of blood fog that filled the outside air, as if the gory omens just observed were an illusion.
Moreover, there was no altar.
Mo Hua looked around for a long while, but found no real altar that could invoke in him a sense of “longing.”
Just like the unfinished altar in the deepest part of the Demon Palace on Bi Mountain.
There was only one Divine Statue.
But this statue seemed to be just an ordinary Divine Statue, not the Lifebound Divine Statue of the River God nor a Divine Statue of preaching for the Evil God.
The only thing strange was that this Divine Statue was immersed in a Blood Pool.
Mo Hua looked down at the Blood Pool and saw that the blood was thick and contained limbs and dissolved flesh.
With just one glance, Mo Hua felt extremely nauseous.
“This Blood Pool that the Divine Statue is submerged in, what is it used for?”
To taint the River God with flesh and blood, causing his fall?
Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled.
He raised his head again, surveying the surroundings, scanning the entire River God Temple, and had the vague illusion that a lock had been placed here.
The true secrets of the River God Temple were locked away, hidden from his sight.
Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She.
He had an intuition that the key to unlocking the secrets of the River God Temple was likely concealed on Master She’s person.
Additionally, there was the issue of Divine Thought into sword.
Centuries ago, that Sword Cultivator who was proficient in Divine Thought Sword Skill came here alone and seemed to have battled the Evil God, leaving behind countless sword marks outside the temple.
And the karma of those sword marks all converged upon the River God Temple.
Yet in this temple, despite being dilapidated and simple, there were no signs of battle, nor any remnants of Sword Intent from Divine Thought Sword Skill.
“Where is the karma of Divine Thought into sword hidden?”
Mo Hua stood with his hands clasped behind him, hugging the corners of the walls as he circled around the River God Temple, but still, no clues were found; inevitably, his gaze rested on Master She.
Master She felt a chill in his heart under Mo Hua’s deep and inscrutable stare.
“Li… Little master, is there… something amiss?”
Master She forced a smile as he asked.