A Bad Omen (2)

"Come and receive your Demonic Blood Tempering Pill." the black-robed cultivator said. The skull chalice was placed on the altar after he kept the flag back into his spatial ring.

The atmosphere inside this hall is still eerie even after the evil flag was put away. But at the very least, the stench of blood is not as heavy as before. The feeling of suppression on the practitioners also slowly dispersing as they could move freely right now.

Standing up from where they were kneeling and chanting the mantra earlier, each one of these practitioners took a Demonic Blood Tempering Pill inside the chalice. They're expected to swallow the pill before leaving this eerie-looking hall.

The pill's effectiveness should be shown by the time these practitioners return to their place to meditate.

"Answering to the blood deacon's question... We found nothing around where the sign was pointing. Perhaps... We're mistaken about the sign?" the practitioner answered after everyone else had left the ritual hall.

"Impossible. Keep searching. Worst come to worst, just attack the nearby settlement to see if anyone in the village recently awakened a Blood Spiritual Soul. I'm sure you knew the importance of a Blood Spiritual Soul to our Demonic Blood Infant Sect."

The black-robed individual, known as Blood Deacon, said.

From his title alone, it seems that he was merely one of the representatives who belonged to this Demonic Blood Infant Sect. The condition of this ritual hall and decoration is also barely passable.

"This subordinate understand. For the sake of our branch of the Blood Demonic Infant Sect, I will spare no effort in the search for people that awaken a Blood Spiritual Soul." the practitioner answered.

"Good. Take one of the young believers with you. It would be an invaluable exposure to him. Remember to keep the children while you're busy slaughtering the people and absorb the essence from their blood. They're the best sacrifice for our great Evil Infant Lord." said the Blood Deacon.

"Subordinate understands! I will go out after a while with one of the young cultists to accomplish the mission!" the practitioner replied and excused himself from the hall submissively.

'Not enough...' said the Blood Deacon after he was the only one left inside this eerie-looking hall. But the tone of his speech is different from before. Even his eyes were shining in red as he spoke to himself.

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"Good job, boy... Are you sure you're not going overboard?" the village chief praised Yanglin for his effort to bring ten Foundation Fruits after a few days. He was skeptical about the youngster's ability to deliver at first. But his decision ended up being the correct one based on Yanglin's performance.

Even the adults were losing to him in the competition of speed in growing the Foundation Fruit. Furthermore, there's another part of Yanglin that impressed the village chief even further.

When the library was opened to the youngsters to choose one technique to cultivates, the chief remembered that Yanglin was leaving with the Obsidian Body Technique. This means the youngster might not have learned a Spiritual Gathering Technique yet.

Suppose he was already at the level of harvesting one fruit a day. What would happen if he learned a Spiritual Gathering Technique? The thought itself made the village chief want to give a hand to groom Yanglin.

But unfortunately, he was a village chief and not Tong Wanli. No matter how much he wanted, he could not openly assist Yanglin nor be biased toward him. Such favoritism would only make everything that went along until now vanish into smoke.

"This junior is cautious with his capability. Village chief doesn't have to worry that junior is trying to chew something more than he can bite." Yanglin assured the chief that he knew the limitations of his body.

"Then, I won't keep you here any further. There are twenty Foundation Pills inside here, and also a book related to alchemy and herbs. From what I can see, you might have some talent in this, so go ahead and see if you can learn something from the book." the village chief drops a pouch on the table.

The pouch is definitely much bigger than the one he was given before.

Feeling something different this time, Yanglin opened the pouch right in front of the village chief to check the pouch's content. As he expected, the content inside is slightly different from the usual.

The box is definitely much bigger than the previous one. It wouldn't be a problem at all to fit at least twenty Foundation Fruits inside and still left with some space for two to three more.

As for the remaining item, it was two books and twenty Foundation Pills in assorted varieties.

'Look's like the book about alchemy and herbs come separately. I should take some time to read them while working in the farm later.' Yanglin thought as he tied a knot back on the pouch.

"Then... This junior will leave first." Yanglin excused himself politely with the bag tugged on his shoulder. Having a much bigger bag might be good for him, as Yanglin can stuff everything inside before returning to the farm.

And for the next few days again, Yanglin focused on growing the Foundation Fruit before allocating some of his time to construct his own Spirit Foundation. His relentless effort brought him quickly to the edge of success in this short period. In return, he was extremely exhausted from cultivating without taking a rest.

Although it pained the manager to call Yanglin off, he knows that he had no other choice.

"Brat. Go back to your house and rest for at least a day before you come back to work. If you continue to be like this, you'll be the one collapsing before the Foundation Grass dies. I don't want you to ruin the quality of the fruit you're growing." the farm manager said.

Of course, he and everyone on the farm knew that this was likely not going to happen. If that was the case, then the slower worker than Yanglin would be growing bad Foundation Fruits all this while.

"I understand. Then... Please give me a day's leave while I return and get proper rest before coming back." Yanglin said. He knew that he went a little overboard this time.