My value doesn’t lie in incense offerings, but in my spiritual communication characteristic before I joined the hall.
My spiritual communication characteristic defies the heavens. If my incense becomes too powerful, I will be noticed by the Heavenly Dome. Three incense sticks are already my limit for cultivating incense offerings."
Mo Tingsheng summarized: "Compared to the rise of the entire Kidnapper Hall in Mingjiang Prefecture, the progression of my personal incense is much less significant."
"What characteristic does your spiritual communication have?"
The Hall Master asked Mo Tingsheng, who smiled without replying.
Zhou Xuan left the Divine Revelation Secret Realm, and while he was inside, the Blood Well had already consumed the Hall Master’s flesh.
"Now it’s your turn, Suffering Scholar."
The Suffering Scholar had already gone mad, and Zhou Xuan no longer wasted effort on him. He plunged the Bone Teeth into the center of his brow,
The eyes on the walls of the Blood Well Taoist Temple blinked frantically, gleefully devouring this six-incense-sticks sacrifice.
Lin Xia, the Liao Ghost, had been killed by the Suffering Scholar. Now, Zhou Xuan used the Bone Teeth Lin Xia had given him to kill the Suffering Scholar, fulfilling a certain destiny.
The Wash Away Injustice Talisman vibrated, and Zhou Xuan took out the talismanic script. On the final page, a new line had been added — Mingjiang Prefecture East Market Street, bone extraction, wash away injustice.
He closed the talismanic script and stood by the window, silently praying: "Sister Xia, Liao Ghost friends, your great vengeance has been avenged. Rest in peace on your journey."
Reciting the soul-sending ritual words from the Zhou Family’s Troupe repeatedly, he finally opened his eyes.
By then, the Suffering Scholar’s flesh had been completely devoured by the Blood Well,
Having consumed two sacrifices in succession, the Blood Well revealed a prophecy again on the stone monument in front of the City God Taoist Temple — divination, God sculpting.
This was the Blood Well asking Zhou Xuan how to use the sacrifices.
Last time, Zhou Xuan had experimented using the Wuzuo Hall Master as a sacrifice, but only managed to create a hovering palm on the Divine Platform in the Taoist Temple.
"Whatever the Well sculpts must be good. Last time the sacrifice wasn’t enough, so this time I’ll try again."
In the Secret Realm, Zhou Xuan used his thoughts to communicate with the Blood Well, dedicating both the Hall Master and Suffering Scholar as sacrifices for the God sculpting.
With his approval, snow began to fall inside the City God Taoist Temple, blanketing the Divine Platform,
When the wind subsided and the snow settled, two arms and two legs hovered above the Divine Platform.
Because both the Hall Master and the Suffering Scholar weren’t ordinary six-incense-sticks individuals—especially the Hall Master, who was one step away from seven-incense-sticks—the God sculpting progressed significantly,
Yet despite this progress, Zhou Xuan still didn’t know what purpose the God sculpting served.
The feeling was akin to a coin pusher game from his past life, continuously feeding coins but unsure when the towering stacks of coins might fall.
"At least with the coin pusher game you can see the towers of coins. With God sculpting, I keep investing without seeing anything."
Zhou Xuan complained: "Well, tell me what this God sculpting is actually creating. At least give me some motivation to actively seek sacrifices."
The Blood Well didn’t reveal the purpose of the God sculpting. The eyes on the walls blinked mischievously, seeming to mock him — "It’s a surprise."
"Let’s hope it’s a surprise and not a fright."
Zhou Xuan chuckled and left the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.
As his mind shifted entirely away from the Secret Realm, inside the City God Taoist Temple, the Hall Master’s eyes began blinking. He stared at the limbs on the Divine Platform and vaguely realized something.
The City God Taoist Temple was originally established by the first City God, Shui Yong, who, upon ascending to the Heavenly Dome, divided his Dharma Body into three parts—forming the City God Taoist Temple, the Taoist stone monument, and Qing Feng within the temple.
Only disciples of the City God who mastered the City God Taoist Temple could claim the title of Hall Master.
The Hall Master, being the previous owner of the City God Taoist Temple, naturally understood what the limbs on the Divine Platform were.
"Blood Well... you actually... actually intend to provide Zhou Xuan with a super-powerful incense assistant... The Divine Platform only permits creations above eight-incense-sticks level... You all..."
The Hall Master was shocked, astonished by how far the Blood Well was willing to favor Zhou Xuan,
But the Blood Well was enraged,
The eyes on the walls blinked recklessly, whipping the Hall Master’s eyes with invisible strings of force from their gaze.
The Hall Master cried out in agony,
Each whip crack louder than the last, seemingly berating him: "Let’s see you run your mouth again, talk more and I’ll beat you to death, you bastard!"
After settling matters with the Suffering Scholar and the Hall Master, Zhou Xuan began preparing for his second descent into the Well.
But before descending, he had something else to take care of.
Returning to Zhou’s Purification Shop, he made a call to Li Chengfeng.
"High Priest, our people are already packing the Blood Well Human Brain. Once it’s ready, they’ll deliver it to your shop."
"I didn’t call about the Blood Well Human Brain. I want to talk about Mo Tingsheng."
"Mo Tingsheng? The City God is still searching for him."
"I’ll provide you with clues so you don’t waste time blindly searching."
Li Chengfeng nearly shouted in surprise over the phone — clues so soon?
The City God, Witch, and Bone Elder had spent the entire day dismantling kidnapper hideouts without finding any trace of Mo Tingsheng,
And yet the Young Master single-handedly uncovered clues—what efficiency was this?
"I extracted the information from the Hall Master with just a little gentle persuasion."
Zhou Xuan didn’t elaborate on the eye-gouging, nor the delivery of the Hall Master’s eyes to the City God Taoist Temple to be tortured by the Blood Well’s gaze.
He needed to maintain his persona as a refined and genteel Young Master—how could he be associated with a ruthless enforcer like the Minister of the Ministry of Justice?
"I understand, Young Master’s methods are like a spring breeze."
Li Chengfeng said so, but he hadn’t forgotten the sight of the Suffering Scholar reveling in black donkey delight, the Wuzuo Hall Master being sliced into countless pieces, and the Hall Master consuming his own flesh.
Zhou Xuan nodded and changed the topic to Mo Tingsheng, saying: "Mo Tingsheng... his incense isn’t particularly high, only three sticks."