Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1281 Blood Pool

The high priest carefully grasped his wrist, and the next second, a strange energy surged into his body through his wrist.

Jiang Xiaochuan had never felt this kind of energy before; it was like tiny electric currents flowing along his meridians.

Soon, he keenly realized that this current was resonating with the bloodlust.

A few minutes later, the high priest slowly withdrew his hand, his withered body trembling slightly, clearly having expended a great deal of energy.

He took a step back and bowed deeply to Jiang Xiaochuan: "You are indeed our true God without a doubt!"

"The bloodline and the sacred object share the same origin and root, and the soul is perfectly aligned with the sect's heritage, its purity even surpassing that of the founding patriarch and all previous holy masters!"

"With you in charge, our Crimson Blood Sect will surely regain its thousand-year glory..."

"Old man, are you sure you can feel it?"

Before the high priest could finish speaking, the sixth brother impatiently stretched out his hand and leaned close to him, "Look at me too! Maybe I'm more suitable than him?"

Seeing that Jiang Xiaochuan had truly become the orthodox leader, and the kind that couldn't be shaken off even if you tried.

Seeing these people being so respectful to Jiang Xiaochuan, Lao Liu felt a pang of unease.

It's not that following Jiang Xiaochuan is bad, but how can it compare to being the leader of the sect on your own?

"presumptuous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a master behind the high priest revealed murderous intent in his eyes.

"How dare you blaspheme the High Priest! You shall be executed!"

Another grandmaster also spoke in a cold voice.

The black-robed man beside him also suddenly changed his aura, clearly intending to kill.

The sixth brother's flippant questioning was seen as an unforgivable blasphemy by the Crimson Blood Cult members.

From some perspectives, the position of High Priest of the Crimson Blood Cult is more sacred than that of the Cult Leader.

Since ancient times, the high priest of the Crimson Blood Cult has always been a spirit.

To embark on this path, one must first actively sever the seven emotions and six desires, strictly abide by the sect's strictest thousands of precepts, and shed one's mortal form in endless loneliness and torment before transforming into a spiritual being.

After the spirit body takes shape, it still needs to cultivate the spiritual communication techniques that come with the sect.

This cultivation method is extremely cruel, requiring one's own soul to be used as a guide, enduring the devouring of one's soul day and night in order to obtain the ability to sense sacred objects and connect with the ancestral inheritance.

In the ancient tradition of the Crimson Blood Cult, the leader is never chosen through conflict.

Only by relying on the High Priest's spiritual body to sense the resonance between sacred objects and bloodlines can the most suitable and most promising orthodox leader be selected.

It is through generations of high priests, who have sacrificed their souls and endured unimaginable pain to safeguard the legacy.

This is why the Crimson Blood Sect has survived a thousand years of trials and tribulations, maintaining its status as a top-tier power to this day.

It can be said that the High Priest is not only a position in the Crimson Blood Cult, but also the spiritual pillar and foundation of the entire Crimson Blood Cult.

The sixth brother's flippant questioning was not only extremely disrespectful to the high priest, but also a blatant trampling on all his sacrifices.

"Your surname is Jiang, you're going to say something!"

Old Liu was sweating profusely. He never imagined that a casual remark he made would lead to his death.

Jiang Xiaochuan hadn't expected things to escalate to this point. Lao Liu's foul mouth certainly deserved to be taught a lesson, but to be executed for just one sentence was truly unjust.

He steeled himself and stepped forward, bowing respectfully to the grandmasters and the man in black robes.

“Please, gentlemen, be merciful. My friend is impetuous and doesn’t know the rules. He did not mean to blaspheme the High Priest.”

Upon seeing this, the grandmaster and the man in black robes, who had been filled with murderous intent, were immediately terrified and hurriedly knelt down on the ground:

"You flatter us, Master! Since you have spoken personally, we would never dare to disobey."

How could they dare accept Jiang Xiaochuan's cupped-hands greeting?

In their eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan was already the orthodox leader certified by the High Priest and the future of the sect, so they had no choice but to obey him.

Unexpectedly, the group was so obedient, which made Jiang Xiaochuan's mind wander.

Having such a group of powerful and absolutely obedient subordinates is exactly what he needs right now.

If we can use this power to deal with the Huangfu family, it will surely make them hesitate to act rashly.

However, he wouldn't be able to get past the current leader of the Crimson Blood Cult.

He could see the other party's ambition; how could he possibly let him sit comfortably in the position of leader?

Furthermore, if he were to become the leader of these bloodthirsty demons, wouldn't he be aiding and abetting evil?

Jiang Xiaochuan inherited medical skills. Although he cannot be considered a saint who saves the world, he has always adhered to the bottom line of a doctor.

He went to great lengths to take on apprentices in order to pass on his medical skills, and he could never bring himself to harm people without cause.

Moreover, judging from the fanaticism of these people towards God, once they agree to take over as the leader, it will be extremely difficult for them to extricate themselves in the future. They will only be bound to the Crimson Blood Cult by this identity.

Suppressing all distracting thoughts, Jiang Xiaochuan quickly gestured for the others to stand up:

"You've all misunderstood. I never said I wanted to be your leader."

Upon hearing Jiang Xiaochuan's words, the kneeling men looked up, their faces filled with almost pleading fervor.

The man in black robes said urgently, "You are the chosen one! The sacred object approves, the spirit body verifies, there is absolutely no mistake!"

"Now, under the tyranny of Tang Jie, the people of the Holy Sect are filled with fear and have strayed from the right path. Only you can set things right and lead our sect back to the righteous path of our Holy Ancestor!"

"If you abandon us, the Holy Church's thousand-year foundation will surely be destroyed in an instant, and countless followers will be forever condemned to a sea of ​​blood. We beg the leader for mercy!"

After saying this, the three of them kowtowed and remained kneeling for a long time.

This unwavering determination to achieve the goal impressed Jiang Xiaochuan, but also filled him with frustration.

"Are you trying to force the cult leader?!"

At the critical moment, the high priest paused with his bone staff, and a gentle spiritual pressure rippled out, calming the excited emotions of the group.

Then, the high priest turned to Jiang Xiaochuan and said gently, "You refuse to take over as the leader of the sect because you despise them for sucking human blood and causing havoc in the region?"

"good."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded frankly; this was the biggest hurdle he couldn't overcome, and there was nothing to hide.

Upon hearing this, the high priest was not disappointed at all. Instead, he bowed deeply in the direction of the holy tomb, his posture one of utmost reverence.

This action left Jiang Xiaochuan completely bewildered, unable to fathom the other party's intentions.

"Master, you don't need to worry."

After a moment, the high priest straightened up and explained, "The Blood Marrow Ancestor had foreseen this and had already laid out a blood pool in the holy land."

"He left a will stating that if anyone in the future is able to control the sacred artifact, he should act as a guide to enter the blood pool and purify the impure blood evil energy within the followers."

"This will allow them to return to the orthodox way, so that they will no longer need to drink human blood and can cultivate solely with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"what?!"

These words shocked the man in black robes and the two grandmasters.

They had never heard of such a secret before!

The Blood Pool has absorbed the blood essence of countless living beings and has existed for countless years.

The bloodthirsty aura was so violent that ordinary people dared not approach it. If they were not careful, they would be corroded by the aura and their bodies would be left unrecognizable.

Even someone as powerful as Tang Jie only dared to absorb the blood energy of an incense stick's worth of blood energy for cultivation outside the blood pool each day.

If you rashly step into the pool, you will likely be torn apart by the raging blood energy, leaving not even bones behind.