"Mr. Witch... is the overseer of this Dragon King Temple, the shaman of the Divine Lord. Every ti I bring offerings, dedicated to the Divine Lord, it’s Mr. Witch who presides over the ceremonies."
Divine Lord?
Gu Changhuai frowned.
Master Xia also looked a bit puzzled.
It was basically the first ti they heard this term.
The henchn of the Evil God might be listed by the Taoist Court.
But the hidden, unseen, unheard, unknown, and indescribable Evil God wasn’t part of their Tao cultivation knowledge.
Even Shui Yama himself knew "Divine Lord," but not necessarily what the Divine Lord truly signified.
Those who don’t practice the Divine Way are all ordinary mortals, unable to see the true form of the deity.
"What is the Divine Lord?" Gu Changhuai asked.
Shui Yama’s face turned solemn, and he replied coldly: "You mortals, how could you comprehend the majesty of my Divine Lord, or be worthy of invoking my Divine Lord’s na?"
"Enough," Master Xia frowned, "so full of yourself..."
In her eyes, Shui Yama was not only a damn Sin Cultivator but also a god-worshipping lunatic.
People like this often have erratic temperants, which explains why he committed so many killings.
As for the so-called "Divine Lord" he believed in, who knows what kind of rogue deity or evil object it could be.
It’s hard to say if it even exists.
More pressing concerns await us now.
Master Xia turned to look at the monster lying motionless on the ground, chained, pondered for a mont, and said:
"If he truly is that Mr. Witch, he must know so of the inside information. If we shred his organs, cut open his stomach, and take out the Fish Bone Token, then he will surely be dead..."
"This temple is a bit eerie, so it’s better to spare his life for now and get the answers we need."
Mo Hua nodded, "Indeed..."
This Mr. Witch might still be of use.
If he died, where would one find an altar?
Master Xiao looked worried: "Even if this monster is really Mr. Witch, in his current state, neither human nor ghost, lacking consciousness, how can we interrogate him?"
Mo Hua thought for a mont, his eyes lighting up, "Let’s bleed him."
"Bleed him?"
"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "He must have turned into such a state due to the blood inside him..."
Furthermore, this blood is likely Dragon Blood...
"If that’s the case, draining the blood might remove the external evil from his Divine Soul, perhaps restoring so of his sanity..."
"What if bleeding him kills him?" Master Xiao asked.
Mo Hua regretfully said, "Then he would be unfortunate; we’ve given it our best, and if we can’t save him, it’s just his bad luck, not our fault."
"If bleeding kills him, we can simply cut open his belly and retrieve the Fish Bone Token without delay."
Master Xiao pondered and nodded: "Alright."
But this monster’s body is covered in scale armor, making it not easy to bleed.
Master Xiao searched for a long ti before finding a weak spot in the scale armor under the monster’s armpit. With so effort, he used a longsword to pierce its armpit.
Blood at the wound site was thick, but it didn’t flow out.
Master Xiao said gravely: "It has consud too much human flesh; the blood is too filthy and thick, almost rged with the flesh. Even after breaking the scale armor, the blood won’t flow out."
"A bit troubleso..."
Mo Hua furrowed his brow, pondered for a while, then suddenly recalled he had an old "ultimate technique" that he hadn’t used in ages.
Blood Drawing Art.
It was a gift from his senior sister in Tongxian City many years ago.
His ability to hunt monster beasts and extract monster blood to blend Spiritual Ink for self-sufficiency was due to this "Blood Drawing Art."
Mo Hua rolled up his sleeves, "Let do it!"
Then, under the strange gaze of the others, he placed his palm against the monster’s armpit and used his Divine Thought to draw the blood out.
The monster’s blood was very thick and much denser than ordinary monster blood.
But Mo Hua’s Divine Thought had significantly advanced, both in quality and quantity, compared to before.
Therefore, using a small Blood Drawing Art was quite easy.
The dark, thick blood on the monster’s body slowly flowed out under Mo Hua’s Divine Thought.
Everyone was sowhat surprised by the scene.
Master Xia couldn’t help but say: "Mo Hua, you seem to know everything?"
"Yes, yes," Mo Hua nodded, "I’m from a Loose Cultivator background; children from poor families have to learn a bit of everything to make a living in the future."
Master Xia: "..."
You’re a Taixu Sect Disciple, a formation genius, an honored guest of the Gu Family, needing to learn such things to "make a living"?
Master Xia didn’t believe a word.
Mo Hua chatted idly while focusing on bleeding the monster.
In just a mont, the monster’s form slowly "slimd down."
The scales on its body began to shrink, shed, gradually fade, and finally rge into the skin.
As ti went by, and more blood was drawn, the monster grew thinner, and its deford body slowly began to assu a "human form."
Everyone was startled by this.
This bloody monster was indeed a person...
After about thirty minutes, the blood was almost drained.
And the monster regained its original appearance.
It was a short, slender, pale old man with so residual monster scales on his hands and feet.
Shui Yama observed his face and sighed: "It really is ’Mr. Witch’..."
Mo Hua glanced at the thick, filthy qi-tinged blood drawn from his body, feeling sowhat disappointed.
"There wasn’t any Dragon Blood..."
This "Mr. Witch" was covered in Dragon Scales and must have consud Dragon Blood.
Mo Hua thought he might be able to draw out so Dragon Blood with his Blood Drawing Art, then secretly keep it for research.
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