Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1280 Accidental collision

Upon hearing this, Hua Ji and Yin Changsheng looked up at the same time, their eyes bursting with undisguised excitement and greed!

The body of a grandmaster is a great tonic.

Hua Ji, in particular, immediately lost all her resentment towards Tang Jie's reprimand and hurriedly thanked him.

It should be known that members of the sect who secretly consume the bodies of their disciples will be executed by the Blood Punishment Hall.

It's utterly unbelievable that Tang Jie would dare to make this exception for them without their consent.

"It doesn't matter."

Tang Jie waved his hand dismissively, "The Blood Punishment Hall... now mostly obeys my orders. As long as you keep your hands clean, no one will say a word. There's only one... hmph."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his purpose was self-evident.

Hua Ji and Yin Changsheng immediately understood that Tang Jie was about to take action against the High Priest's people.

They said in unison, "Don't worry, Master, we know what to do. We'll make sure that person shuts up forever!"

"Ah."

Tang Jie nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Hua Ji again, a new plan forming in his mind. "I'm afraid a mere Grandmaster's body isn't enough for you to easily overcome that hurdle, is it?"

The excitement on Hua Ji's face faded slightly, revealing a hint of helplessness:

"Master, you are wise. Every step you take to break through to the Nirvana Realm is like an insurmountable chasm, and the blood and essence required far exceed those required for the Grandmaster Realm."

"In the church today... it is becoming increasingly difficult to obtain high-quality blood offerings."

This is why experts like her and Yin Changsheng were willing to follow Tang Jie, hoping that he could lead the Crimson Blood Sect out of its dormancy, regain control of resources, and obtain endless blood sustenance for cultivation.

"Don't worry."

Tang Jie slowly said, "I have my own arrangements. Not only will I help you break through as soon as possible, but the blood food you need in the future will also be sent to you continuously."

Hua Ji's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something: "Master, are you referring to... the Huangfu family?"

"good."

Tang Jie stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the faint distance beyond the valley. "Since they are willing to cooperate, they should naturally show the corresponding sincerity. Mere blood offerings... are just the beginning."

Hua Ji and Yin Changsheng exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes.

This means that Tang Jie has decided to take that step.

Breaking the unspoken rule of the Crimson Blood Sect's millennia-long dormancy and avoidance of close ties with secular families, they secretly joined forces with a behemoth like the Huangfu family!

At this moment, Jiang Xiaochuan, who was being escorted to the wooden house, would never have dreamed that he had deliberately set up a trap to frame the Huangfu family.

By sheer chance, the Crimson Blood Cult leader and Huangfu Jingzhai, who came to demand an explanation, formed an alliance, each with their own agendas.

On the other side, Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu were taken to a wooden house deep in the dense forest.

Surprisingly, after they were brought into the cabin, everyone, including the high priest, left the room.

"What exactly is that old coffin-wielding guy up to?"

The sixth brother paced back and forth in the cramped space, saying uneasily, "They brought us to this godforsaken place... surely it's not some kind of dinner invitation?"

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly shook his head, feeling uncertain as well.

Although they seem to be protected for now, in this territory of the Crimson Blood Cult, no one can say for sure whether they will live or die in the next second.

"If you ask me, that old guy really wants what you're holding, just give it to him, maybe..."

Before Lao Liu could finish speaking, the door suddenly creaked open.

The high priest had changed out of his wide black robe and was now wearing a solemn dark robe.

The robe was tailored to fit him perfectly, making his originally emaciated figure appear more robust and giving him an air of authority.

Moreover, the hood that covered his face was gone, and his face was covered by an ancient vermilion mask, exuding a sense of solemnity.

Judging from this setup, it's clear that some kind of solemn ceremony is about to take place.

The sixth brother was already nervous, and upon seeing this scene, he quickly shrank back, staring warily at the high priest.

But the next second, something unexpected happened that neither he nor Jiang Xiaochuan had anticipated.

The high priest knelt down with a thud, followed closely by a black-robed man and two grandmasters who all bowed in worship.

This scene not only shocked Jiang Xiaochuan and Lao Liu, but also made them freeze in place.

Even the boy who came with them was startled and instinctively took two steps back.

Although he had not followed the priest for long, he knew that the old man was proud and deep, rarely smiled, and had never been so humble to anyone.

"We pay our respects to the Master!"

The high priest spoke, his voice coming through the crimson mask, his withered hands pressed tightly to the ground, his posture extremely respectful.

"Old sir, get up quickly!"

Jiang Xiaochuan realized what was happening and quickly went to help him up.

Even through the mask, he could feel the burning reverence in the other person's exposed eyes, without a trace of pretense.

In fact, the other party really had no need to fake it.

He can't even defeat two grandmasters now, let alone the seemingly weak but actually unfathomably powerful high priest in front of him.

It seems that the high priest in front of him has truly recognized him as the leader of the religion.

Even after being helped up, the high priest's eyes still showed excitement.

But at this moment, Lao Liu was even more excited than him. He suddenly jumped out from behind Jiang Xiaochuan and grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's shoulder.

"Hey! Old man, are you saying that my brother is really the leader of your Crimson Blood Cult?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, almost spitting out words: He held onto Jiang Xiaochuan's shoulders and kept shaking him.

"If I hadn't come up with this quick thinking, would you be enjoying this treatment today? You have to give me an official position! A vice leader will do, or at the very least a hall master, someone with real power!"

At this moment, the sixth brother was carried away with his pride. Over the centuries, countless sects have been passed down in the cultivation world, but only the four major sects can truly dominate a region.

His sect, the Daoyuling Sect, was, to put it nicely, a sect with a long history; to put it bluntly, it was a tomb-raiding gang.

Normally, they wouldn't even be worthy of carrying shoes for the four major sects, let alone being on equal footing with them.

Now, things have gotten much better; Jiang Xiaochuan has become the leader of the Crimson Blood Cult.

He couldn't help but recall how, when he took over as the leader of the Daoyuling Sect, he had boasted a lot to the old leader, making him pass away with a smile.

Now, we can finally make up for it using this connection.

From now on, when he goes out, who will dare to underestimate him for stealing from the Spirit Gate?

Old Six's outburst interrupted Jiang Xiaochuan's speculations, so he could only help the High Priest up and frankly say:

“Sir, you misunderstand. What I did just now was only to escape, and I never thought of becoming a cult leader.”

"Our leader is benevolent and righteous!"

Upon hearing this, the High Priest was not disappointed at all. Instead, he bowed deeply to Jiang Xiaochuan and said with deep feeling:

"The founding patriarch of the sect did not establish his foundation out of a thirst for bloodshed; it was only because the inheritance of his teachings went astray that it became known as a heretical sect."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, his gaze earnest: "Master, may I extend my hand so that I may verify the lineage once more?"

Jiang Xiaochuan hesitated for a moment, then extended his right hand.

He was at my mercy, like a fish on a chopping board; even if he wanted to resist, he had no power to do so.