At the top of the buildings beside the road, two figures cloaked in night-black attire stood amidst the curtain of rain, one wearing a metallic Black Tiger mask, the other a Black Dragon mask.
It was Li Gui and Wu Zun.
"This time, during the cooperative training with the police, I suspect some people won’t be able to resist acting. Let’s take this opportunity to see if we can catch a few big fish..."
"It would be best to complete the training peacefully. The main task of our Martial Arts University is to cultivate talent, dealing with crime is the responsibility of the Military Department and the police."
"I also wish nothing would happen, but there are always those who cause trouble each year. Even though we’ve done our best to keep the training confidential, leaks still occur."
"Let’s just wait and see. If this operation gets exposed, then I think the Stone Lake precinct must have a mole... The scope for our investigation will be narrowed down after that."
On a painted boat on the artificial lake, a gaunt old man held a strange bowl-like object in his hand, filled with a deep red liquid that emitted a faint bloody scent.
He bit his own finger, dipping it into the bowl. As the two bloods mixed, they underwent some anomaly, turning into a rich, dark green color while an exotic fragrance filled the air. The believers present sniffed and felt as if they were floating, as if they had entered the legendary paradise.
The gaunt old man suddenly said,
"Everyone, close your eyes and recite the Communication Saint Spell!"
Fifty devotees closed their eyes, murmuring the words.
"Heavenly King, your virtue is boundless!"
"Heavenly King, your virtue is boundless!"
The dark green liquid began to spin, faster and faster, until it finally transformed into a scaleless, green snake about a foot long. Upon closer inspection, the head of the snake appeared to be a faceless person with dark green hair, gender indiscernible. Its face cracked open, and a forked tongue emerged, slithering from the body of the gaunt old man to Wang Linkai’s face.
At this moment, Wang Linkai’s eyes gleamed with fanaticism. In his world, a divine figure in green Scale Armor descended from the heavens, Their countenance noble and majestic, step by step approaching Wang Linkai and said with a magnetic, ethereal voice straight into his Spiritual heart,
"Mortal, do you wish to praise my true name, spread my deeds, venerate me as a father, flow with my blood, believe in my will, protect my body, and act with my authority... From now on, without regret, without betrayal, without disrespect, for life after life!"
"I am willing! I am willing!"
"Open your heart wide, and Divine Power will come!"
The green serpent gently tapped Wang Linkai’s forehead with its head. Wang Linkai opened his mouth, and the serpent coiled around his head, appearing to gaze indifferently at the surrounding believers. Suddenly, the serpent issued a piercing scream and shot out a beam of green light towards a corner. A devotee there showed a look of terror, immediately stood, and ran for the exit. But the green light was incredibly fast and soon pierced through his body, causing him to collapse into the water with a splash.
The gaunt old man’s face changed dramatically:
This person was not a true believer.
Tonight’s revelation of the divine ceremony might be exposed.
"Deploy the drone to check the surroundings."
The gaunt old man immediately went outside the boat, looking up at the night sky.
Strange sounds came from inside the boat; the green serpent was nowhere to be seen. Wang Linkai felt an incomparable power within himself and cracked a smile. In an instant, a prickling, itchy feeling rose beneath his skin, and layers of green scales emerged like bamboo shoots, covering him. With each breath, he was clad in dark green Scale Armor, radiating a metallic luster.
Seeing this peculiar scene, the other believers showed no fear; rather, their eyes shone with fanaticism, and they saw Wang Linkai as a mighty green-armored Heavenly God.
The gaunt old man entered and looked pleased.
"Not bad; your Divine Wisdom is strong! The rest of you, see this? This is a divine miracle! Today, I, as Incense Master, declare Wang Linkai The Thirteenth Divine General, to follow me!"
By then, Wang Linkai had already reined in his power, looking no different from an ordinary person.
"Thank you, Incense Master."
Wang Linkai was ecstatic.
This was the power he had dreamt of; those ordinary martial artists who spent years in arduous practice were still no match for him. With only Divine Wisdom and devout faith in the divine, one could attain extraordinary powers. It was such a great thing, an opportunity for everyone in Da Xia to become as mighty as dragons, and yet the official stance was to suppress the Holy Sect, utterly absurd! At that moment, Wang Linkai’s faith became even more resolute!
The gaunt old man, watching the images transmitted by the drone, sighed,
"Too bad, we can’t stay in Su City anymore."
He began murmuring a Spell; suddenly, a ghostly green flame appeared in the bowl. With a gentle tilt, he released the green flame like Ghost Fire which scattered throughout the expansive garden.
He looked at those devotees with eyes full of piety.
These people came from all walks of life, all desiring the power bestowed by the divine.
But without Divine Wisdom, it was all in vain.
"Incense Master, when will we receive the divine gift?"
"I’ve already d three million incense money."
"I have persuaded three people to join the sect."
The gaunt old man smiled and said,
"Rest assured, I will now bestow power upon you all."
He recited a Spell, and suddenly a green mist emanated within the bodies of the ordinary believers—something they had unwittingly inhaled during the earlier revelation ceremony.
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"Go forth, fight for the Holy Sect, and after death, you shall enter the Saint Realm!"
As his words fell, those believers, chanting "Heavenly King, your virtue is boundless," charged out into the rainy night, their bizarre howls incessant.
"The Thirteenth Divine General, follow me."
The gaunt old man ignited the painted boat, recited a Spell, surrounded himself with green light, and followed by nine silhouettes, he dove into the artificial lake. They swam stealthily and reached a secret door.