The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 778 - Chapter 778 Chapter 778 Blood Sacrifice_1

Chapter 778: Chapter 778 Blood Sacrifice_1 Chapter 778: Chapter 778 Blood Sacrifice_1 “What’s going on?”

“Why is the gate closed!”

“It won’t open.”

Several disciples from the Hanging Temple tried to push open the thick hall doors, but no matter how hard they exerted their strength, the doors remained immovable.

“Stop trying, it won’t budge.”

Greg Jensen stood still, examining the scene inside the great hall.

The hall was spacious, with three deities enshrined at the end. Underneath the statues, there was an altar, and in front of the altar, instead of meditation cushions, there was a rectangular pool.

Inside the pool clung a dark red paste, which looked like blood that had dried up.

The three statues were not the commonly seen Taoist Trinity but unknown deities holding sharp blades, with fierce faces that far from benevolent.

Greg Jensen nearly confirmed that the so-called Ancestral Court of the Great Void Sect was utter nonsense.

Because this place didn’t resemble a sect’s main hall, but rather a sacrificial altar.

Similar to the one in that military cave.

After all, no sect would place a blood pool in their main hall.

As Greg Jensen looked at the disciples from the Hanging Temple who were looking around, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

He furrowed his brows and said, “We’d better leave here quickly.”

“What did you find, nephew Bowen?” Monk Nelson Rice asked.

Pointing at the blood pool, Greg Jensen said, “There’s a blood pool over there, and I suspect this is actually an altar.”

“An altar?”

Hearing these two words made everyone gasp in shock.

Monk Nelson Rice asked subconsciously, “What are they worshiping here?”

“It must be those three statues over there.”

Seeing Monk Nelson Rice still observing the statues, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but warn, “Uncle Nelson, now that we have an altar and statues, shouldn’t you be worried about what the offering might be?”

“I’m not here to worship, why should I worry about that thing?”

Monk Nelson Rice scoffed, but when he turned back, he saw Greg Jensen staring at him, his expression seeming oddly strange.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, taking a deep breath, “You mean… the offering is us?”

Greg Jensen sighed, “What else? What do you think Aaron Gill brought us here for?”

“F**k, you mean, Aaron Gill showed himself just to lead us here on purpose?”

“That’s possible.”

Greg Jensen nodded and said, “Of course, it’s also possible that he originally intended to take us down, then bring us here.”

“So, no matter how you look at it, we’re the offerings he’s prepared, right?”

Monk Nelson Rice immediately grew furious and yelled, “Aaron Gill, you bastard, come out here!”

The angry shout echoed within the great hall.

After a moment, the hall fell silent again.

Like an enraged bull, Monk Nelson Rice glared with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily.

Soon, a mocking laugh suddenly filled the hall.

“Uncle Nelson, are all the people from your Hanging Temple brute beasts with well-developed limbs and no brains?”

Hearing this voice, Monk Nelson Rice, who had just calmed down, flared up again and yelled, “Aaron Gill, what exactly is your Great Void Sect trying to do?”

“What are we trying to do? Of course, we’re keeping all the elites from your Hanging Temple here.”

“In your dreams!”

Monk Nelson Rice shouted angrily, “If your Great Void Sect dares to do this, aren’t you afraid that all cultivators in the world will unite and attack you?”

“Why should we be afraid?”

Aaron Gill laughed arrogantly, “Aren’t all the cultivators in the world within the Hidden Gates? What can those who act alone achieve?”

Hearing him say that, everyone’s hearts sank.

Disciples outside the Hidden Gate had neither resources nor connections and indeed posed no threat to the Taixu Sect.

And the cultivators within the Hidden Gate had already been tricked by the Taixu Sect into the secret realm.

Could the Taixu Sect be planning to capture all these cultivators in one fell swoop?

Nelson Rice, the monk, took a deep breath. Even as brazen as he was, he was startled by his own thought.

He murmured, “The era of great strife is approaching, you all…”

“Heh heh.”

Aaron Gill sneered, “That’s why I say, what our Taixu Sect does is a noble deed. When only one voice remains in the cultivation world, there will naturally be no further strife, right?

So, Uncle Master Nelson, please lead the elites of the Hanging Temple to embrace death with peace!”

“Pretty words!”

At that moment, Greg Jensen suddenly spoke up, “In the end, it’s just for your own advancement to the Golden Core, isn’t it?”

“How do you know?” Aaron Gill said in shock.

“Of course, I guessed it!”

Greg Jensen sneered, “Shall I continue guessing? I bet your Taixu Sect wasn’t any kind of reputable sect to begin with, and even if it was, it has gone astray.

You must have a method of gaining some cultivation through blood sacrifices in your possession, such as…”

“Such as what?” Aaron Gill asked subconsciously.

Greg Jensen sneered, “Such as the Blood Spirit Pill?”

“You… who exactly are you?” Aaron Gill’s voice trembled slightly.

“Bowen Griffin! Bowen Griffin of the Danxia Sect, don’t you recognize me, Brother Aaron?” Greg Jensen said with a light laugh.

Aaron Gill angrily said, “Impossible, the Danxia Sect is useless except for alchemy, how could they know about the Blood Spirit Pill?”

“Heh, that’s something I can’t tell you.”

“You…”

Aaron Gill, for some reason, suddenly fell silent.

Greg Jensen knew in his heart that his guess must be correct.

The “Yin-Yang Harmony Scripture” stated that the Blood Spirit Pill was formed from the congealed blood of living beings and could break through any meridian.

However, the Blood Spirit Pill had a major drawback.

Those who consumed the Blood Spirit Pill would experience a dramatic increase in blood energy to the point of overflowing from within their bodies.

Tools like the Thousand Years Cold Jade Bed were needed to suppress it; otherwise, the consumer would die from boiling blood.

Moreover, the higher the cultivation of the person, the harder it was to suppress, so generally only cultivators below the Golden Core of the demonic path would use it.

When he’d seen the Blood Pool earlier, he had started to ponder in his mind what the Taixu Sect intended to achieve by setting up a blood sacrifice.

He hadn’t expected to guess it right so quickly!

In the age of declining law, a Golden Core was absolutely the highest combat power. If one could become a Golden Core powerhouse before the Rebirth of Spiritual Energy, then in the forthcoming era of great strife, they would have all the advantages.

One had to admit, the Taixu Sect’s move was indeed crafty!

They managed to weaken other sects’ strength and could potentially recruit a powerful combat force for themselves in one stroke.

“Young Master Bowen, what should we do now?” Nelson Rice asked in a low voice.

Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Don’t rush, let me take a look. This grand hall is definitely restricted by a Formation. If we break the Formation, we can get out.”

Just then, Aaron Gill’s voice rose again, “Bowen Griffin, I admit you’re smart, but I advise you not to waste your effort.

This grand hall is not a Formation, but a Magic Artifact.”

“A Magic Artifact?” Greg Jensen was taken aback.

Aaron Gill’s voice held a hint of smugness, “That’s right, this grand hall is actually equivalent to a Pill Furnace, specifically used to refine the Blood Spirit Pill.

So, stop wasting your energy. Just offer up your blood energy obediently. When I achieve the Golden Core, I won’t forget you!”

Before his words had faded, a series of red lights suddenly lit up on the walls surrounding the grand hall.