50: Soul Lamp, Soul Contract, Blood Pill

"Ah?"

The beautiful woman's pupils constricted.

"You see, if I don't tell the truth, you keep asking me. Now that I've told the truth, you're scared."

"He... he..." The beautiful woman stammered, taking a long time to calm herself down slightly. "Is he alright?"

"He's fine. The evil spirit has been chased away," Jiang Lan said. "I just feared more trouble, so I came to keep an eye on things."

The beautiful woman looked terrified.

"So, if Lan'er hadn't come yesterday, our family..."

"It's over now. Dwelling on it won't help. Just rest assured at home. I'll watch over you for a while until I'm certain the danger is gone, then I'll leave."

After saying this, Jiang Lan also felt much more relaxed.

At least, he no longer needed to tell clumsy lies about catching a cold.

As for his Aunt's worry and fear... there was nothing he could do. It was because she was intelligent.

Intelligent people tend to worry more.

The beautiful woman didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan said:

"Oh, right, Aunt, I need to go out for a bit later."

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman's face paled a little.

If Jiang Lan left and the demon took advantage of her absence, she, a helpless woman, would have no room to resist and would be like a fish on a chopping block.

Jiang Lan saw what his Aunt was worried about and comforted her:

"Don't worry, Aunt. My friend will be here shortly. I'll leave after he arrives."

Hearing this, the beautiful woman's hanging heart finally settled a little.

"Then what do you need me to do?"

"Nothing at all," Jiang Lan said. "You just need to act as if nothing happened."

"Alright... alright..." The beautiful woman was still somewhat shaken. She stood up. "Then Lan'er, I'll go check on the child first."

Knowing that she had a close brush with death yesterday, it was impossible for her mindset to be completely unaffected.

Jiang Lan also knew that his Aunt needed to adjust herself at this moment.

So he didn't say much, just nodded faintly and said:

"Mm."

When the beautiful woman entered the house, Jiang Lan also stood up, took the dishes from the table, washed them, and then returned to the stone bench in the courtyard. Looking at the sky, he silently pondered.

What he needed to do now was first ask Wu Qingyun if he knew anything about that Altar Lord, such as his background and strength.

If he knew, that would be for the best.

If he didn't know, Jiang Lan would have to search slowly himself.

After that, he needed to quickly go and kill that Hong Luan.

From Qiu Liangfeng's tone yesterday, Hong Luan's strength should be a bit stronger than his, but definitely not by much.

This was easy to judge.

If Hong Luan were weaker than him, he wouldn't resent her so much.

The scumbags of the Green Lantern Sect had completely ingrained the practice of bullying the weak into their bones.

If he were truly stronger than Hong Luan, Qiu Liangfeng would definitely not just satisfy himself with words; he would have personally gone to have his fun long ago.

But it was also impossible for Hong Luan to be much stronger than him.

After all, if Hong Luan could easily kill Qiu Liangfeng, he certainly wouldn't dare to say such disgusting things behind her back.

So Jiang Lan deduced that Hong Luan's Realm was at most Qi Gathering Mid-Stage, perhaps not even reaching the Late Stage.

Qi Gathering Mid-Stage, in Jiang Lan's eyes, meant over three hundred years of lifespan.

Lifespan meant everything.

Therefore, killing Hong Luan was imperative.

As Jiang Lan was contemplating, footsteps came from outside the door.

He was quite familiar with these footsteps.

Jiang Lan stood up and opened the door.

Standing at the entrance was none other than Wu Qingyun, seven feet tall, with a dignified expression.

However, today he was not wearing his dark battle armor, but the standard black robe of the Demon Suppression Division.

Jiang Lan stepped outside, closed the courtyard gate, and then spoke:

"Brother Wu."

"Brother Jiang, why have you called me here?"

Jiang Lan didn't waste words and briefly told Wu Qingyun what had happened yesterday.

Wu Qingyun frowned slightly, "Such a thing happened?"

"Yes, I'm going out to kill someone later, and I'm afraid of unforeseen circumstances, so I asked you to look after Commandant Chen's family."

Wu Qingyun didn't decline.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Jiang Lan then asked:

"Brother Wu, do you know the background of the person who called himself Altar Lord?"

Wu Qingyun shook his head slightly, "I'm not sure about that. To my knowledge, since the Green Lantern Sect rose to power, no Altar Lord-level figures have ever appeared within the territory of Yan Capital City."

He changed the subject and continued, "However, he said he wanted you to join the Green Lantern Sect. I might know the reason behind this."

"Oh?"

Jiang Lan hadn't held much hope regarding the Altar Lord's matter.

But he didn't expect to have an unexpected gain?

"Brother Wu, elaborate?"

Wu Qingyun didn't keep him in suspense and directly said, "Yesterday you told me that Qiu Liangfeng made Feng Liu light the Soul Lamp and establish a Soul Pact, correct?"

Jiang Lan's mind recalled the slightly eerie green oil lamp on the offering table at the God of Wealth Temple yesterday, and he nodded.

"Yes, is it related to this?"

"The Taoist Priests of the Miao Fa Pavilion have studied it. That Soul Lamp is quite mysterious. A portion of the cultivation and talent of the person who establishes the Soul Pact will be fed back to the person who certifies the pact. And as long as the person who establishes the Soul Pact Cultivates, this feedback is continuous."

Jiang Lan twitched the corner of his mouth.

He knew it. Why would that Altar Lord go through such a big circle just to make him join the Green Lantern Sect?

So he was eyeing his cultivation and talent?

That's a pity.

His plan was doomed to fail.

Jiang Lan had cultivation, but the talent of this body was truly hard to describe.

At this moment, Jiang Lan remembered something else.

"Oh, right, Brother Wu, have the effects of that Blood Pill been determined?"

"Blood Pill?" Wu Qingyun looked slightly confused.

"It's that red pill I brought back when Little West Village was suffering from the corpse plague."

"You brought that back?"

"Yes."

Ever since he brought the Blood Pill back to the Demon Suppression Division, Jiang Lan had never heard any news about it again.

Wu Qingyun paused.

"It has been determined, but the effects of that thing are quite bizarre. After it was researched, it became a classified secret within the Division. However, if you want to know, it's not a problem."

Rules are never useful to everyone.

With Jiang Lan's Martial Dao Realm, many restrictive rules naturally ceased to apply to him.

Wu Qingyun continued:

"Although the Blood Pill's Materials are simple, just vital blood, its effect... let's put it this way: it's enough to allow a Bone Refinement First Realm martial artist to directly skip the Cultivation process and advance to Bone Refinement Peak! And this is just the one you brought back. The Miao Fa Pavilion speculates that the effect of this Blood Pill should be directly related to the amount of vital blood it contains."

Jiang Lan's pupils constricted, and a terrifying scene appeared in his mind.

"So, if enough human sacrifices are offered, wouldn't that be..."

The vital blood of a village had such an outrageous effect.

What about a city?

What about a prefecture?

What about a nation?