Chapter 3896 Waiting for your good news

Eighth Master didn't even glance at the box of books on heretical cultivation, but he was very interested in the photos I took with my phone.

When Master Ba asked me where I filmed it, I told him the truth: it was filmed in the lair of the remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult.

Eighth Master stared at the photos for a while, even using his bird peck to turn the pages, before finally saying, "This Blood Spirit Ancestor is definitely a figure of great importance. After the destruction of the First Pass Path, the Blood Spirit Ancestor led twelve great demons, ruling the evil martial arts world for over a decade, attacking Maoshan, fighting Longhu, overturning rivers and seas, and killing countless people, all thanks to his terrifying Blood Refining Sacred Art. If I'm not mistaken, the text you photographed with your phone is very likely the cultivation method of the Blood Refining Sacred Art, only it's incomplete and some parts have been destroyed..."

Eighth Master's words were astonishing, leaving us all dumbfounded.

"Eighth Master... do you mean that these words carved on the stone wall are the Blood Refining Sacred Technique, the most powerful cultivation method of the Blood Spirit Ancestor?" I was even more excited.

"It should be... However, the Blood Refining Sacred Art is not something that ordinary people can comprehend. Back then, the Blood Spirit Ancestor was imprisoned on Dragon Island for decades. It was only because he deciphered the Blood Refining Sacred Art that he had the opportunity to escape. What kind of place is Dragon Island? It's filled with the top evil cultivators in China, with layers of magic arrays and countless experts. The fact that he was able to break out of that place shows how powerful the Blood Refining Sacred Art is," Eighth Master said again.

"Eighth Master, there's something I don't understand. Our formidable opponent this time is Yuan Xiaomei, the disciple of the Blood Spirit Ancestor. Since Yuan Xiaomei has cultivated the Blood Spirit Ancestor's cultivation method, why did she carve the Blood Refining Sacred Art on the stone wall? What is her purpose in doing this? Is it possible that she deliberately left this Blood Refining Sacred Art behind, perhaps as a trap? If Wu Laoliu cultivates this fake Blood Refining Sacred Art, he might suffer a reversal of his cultivation, go insane, suffer a qi deviation, and die a gruesome death?" The slovenly Taoist priest said solemnly.

"Go to hell with Luo Laoliu, can't you wish me well for once? What kind of nonsense is this?" I rolled my eyes at the slovenly Taoist priest.

Hearing the disheveled Taoist say this, Eighth Master shook his head and thought about it carefully before saying, "Based on what you just said about Yuan Xiaomei, we can conclude that this old woman is no pushover either, and she's cunning and unpredictable. She might have really left you a fake Blood Refining Sacred Technique, but we can't be sure. Here's what you do: print these out and send them to your Grandpa Zhang's house. The two of us will study them and see what's really going on."

"Eighth Master, if this Blood Refining Sacred Technique is real, can I cultivate it?" I asked with a smile, my face full of longing.

I mainly heard from Eighth Master that Blood Spirit Ancestor's Blood Refining Sacred Art is very powerful, and I really want to try it out to see just how powerful it is.

Eighth Master was slightly taken aback: "You kid aren't evil enough? If you really cultivate this Blood Refining Sacred Art, you'll be a completely evil cultivator."

"Eighth Master, a lot of lice don't itch, and a lot of debts don't weigh you down. Anyway, I'm already like this, so it doesn't matter anymore." I chuckled.

"Eighth Master, just ignore him. Let him be a hopeless case and live off a woman." The slovenly Taoist priest said in a cheeky tone.

"It's a pity that your master, the Feng Shui King, has such a illustrious reputation, which may be ruined by you, brat. Putting all that aside, you should hurry up and go print it out. It's best to buy your own printer and not go outside to print it. If this Blood Refining Sacred Technique is real, the consequences of falling behind others are unimaginable." As he spoke, Eighth Master flew towards the neighboring courtyard, presumably to discuss the matter with Old Zhang.

I reckon that even Eighth Master didn't fully understand these photos. The two of them would definitely need to study them carefully before deciding whether the Blood Refining Sacred Technique was fake.

These two are seasoned veterans; they're sure they can tell if it's fake or not.

Right then and there, I urged Uncle Hu to hurry up and buy a printer so that it would be convenient to keep at home.

As for the items taken from the lair of the Blood Spirit Cult remnants, they were all packaged up and sold to the Wanluo Sect.

When it comes to money, Sister Hua is never stingy.

A total of 2.8 small goals were sold.

Since Zhang Qing'an contributed the most this time, he should definitely get a larger share.

We each contributed 30 million, and the remaining small goal was all given to Zhang Qing'an as compensation.

This old man initially clamored for more money, but when you actually offered him more, he was embarrassed to accept it, saying that giving more money was just a joke and he couldn't possibly take so much. He suggested that it be split equally, with each person receiving 40 million, since Yuan Kong wouldn't ask for any money anyway.

"Senior Zhang, just take it. Next time we have a big job, you'll have to help us out," the slovenly Taoist priest said with a smile.

"No problem at all. People always hope their sons will become successful. My son and my grandson are both counting on this old man to make a fortune." Zhang Qing'an laughed heartily.

After dividing the money, everyone went their separate ways.

They weren't interested in the Blood Refining Sacred Technique, since this cultivation method wasn't suitable for them.

I possess a Blood Refining Orb. If I can integrate the cultivation method of this Blood Refining Sacred Art, the Blood Refining Orb might be able to strengthen rapidly, and when I absorb the cultivation of others in the future, more energy will be converted into my own.

After printing out the photos, I went directly to Grandpa Zhang's house and handed them to him.

Grandpa Zhang stared at the photo for over ten minutes without saying a word, probably forgetting that I was standing next to him.

"Grandpa Zhang, is this Blood Refining Sacred Technique real or fake?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Go back first. I'll study it for a few days. This is no joke. If it's fake, you might not even be able to save your life after you start cultivating it. I'll tell you when I figure it out." Grandpa Zhang waved his hand.

"Okay, Grandpa Zhang, I'll wait for your good news." With that, I happily skipped away.

It wasn't until three days later that Eighth Master flew into the courtyard and told me to go see Grandpa Zhang. When I saw this, I knew that there must be some progress on the Blood Refining Sacred Technique.

He immediately rushed to Grandpa Zhang's house.

Actually, it's faster to climb over the wall, but Old Zhang can do it, while I don't dare; I'm afraid he'll beat me up.

When we arrived at Grandpa Zhang's house, we found him sitting upright in the living room. There were several photos on the table. He was holding a teapot, drinking tea while carefully looking at the photos.

"Grandpa Zhang, I'm here!" I said excitedly.

Grandpa Zhang looked up at me, and at that moment, Eighth Uncle landed on my shoulder.

"Your Eighth Uncle and I have studied this for three days and have confirmed that the Blood Refining Sacred Technique is genuine..."