73: Chapter 73 The contact person appears; the Blood God Cult has sent people again.

"Interesting."

Gu Han's lips curled slightly. The thirty-six heavenly prison chains within his body remained motionless, allowing the blood-colored light pillar to sweep across his entire body.

"Just verifying your identity."

A raspy voice came from the darkness.

A Black-Robed Person wearing a bronze ghost mask slowly walked out, holding a still-beating heart in his hand.

"Sent by Lord Yang?"

The Black-Robed Person suddenly crushed the heart, causing blood to splatter at Gu Han's feet.

"I am called Ghost Face."

Gu Han's eyes narrowed slightly.

The newcomer was actually a Mortal Transformation Realm Peak expert.

"Yang Qianjue certainly has a grand style."

"It seems Yang Qianjue's plans are no small matter."

Gu Han could not help but speculate in his heart.

"Yaksha."

He calmly gave his name while secretly activating the bronze compass to perfectly control his aura at the seventh level of the Divine Intent Realm.

Ghost Face suddenly leaned in close, his bronze mask almost touching the mask on Gu Han's face.

"Lord Yang said you are a Genius, a sixteen-year-old in the Divine Intent Realm..."

Ice-cold fingers brushed across Gu Han's throat.

"But I hate geniuses the most."

Gu Han remained motionless, his eyes revealing a perfectly timed hint of fear.

"Lord Ghost Face is wise. This subordinate is merely acting on orders."

Ghost Face's cold fingers lingered at Gu Han's throat for a moment before suddenly withdrawing.

"Follow me."

He turned and walked toward the depths of the City God Temple, the hem of his black robe dragging a blood-colored trail.

Gu Han followed behind, his Divine Sense quietly sweeping the surroundings.

The interior of the City God Temple was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

The walls were densely engraved with blood-colored runes, and the depressions in the floor were filled with a dark red liquid that emitted a pungent, metallic stench.

"Is this a Blood Pool?"

Gu Han's pupils constricted slightly.

The blood in this Blood Pool came from at least a hundred people.

A headless corpse floated in the center of the Blood Pool, wearing a Yaksha mask identical to his own.

Ghost Face suddenly turned around, a cold laugh coming from beneath his bronze mask.

"Do you recognize him?"

Gu Han feigned shock and took half a step back.

"This is..."

"Yaksha, the cultist responsible for meeting the Blood God Cult's inside mole last night."

Ghost Face kicked the corpse into the Blood Pool.

"Unfortunately, he failed his task and was discovered by the Zhenwu Guard."

The Blood Pool bubbled, and the corpse quickly dissolved, turning into wisps of blood qi that rose into the air.

Ghost Face pulled a blood-colored token from his robes and threw it to Gu Han.

"From now on, you are the new Yaksha."

Gu Han caught the token; it was ice-cold to the touch.

The words "Blood God Cult Outer Hall" were engraved in small characters on the back, while the front bore a ferocious Yaksha design.

"Yang Qianjue said you were clever. I want to see..."

Ghost Face suddenly attacked, his fingers hooking like claws as they lunged toward Gu Han's face.

"How long you can keep up the act."

This strike was as fast as lightning, his fingertips glinting with an eerie blue light; it was none other than the Blood God Cult's secret technique, the 'Blood Venom Claw'.

The heavenly prison chains within Gu Han's body instinctively wanted to counterattack, but he forcibly suppressed them.

He pretended to dodge in haste, yet a gash was still torn across his shoulder, and his blood instantly turned dark purple.

"Ugh..."

Gu Han let out a muffled groan and dropped to one knee, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Ghost Face withdrew his hand, looking at the blood on his fingertips with satisfaction.

"The blood venom has entered your body. If you do not have the antidote within three days, your entire body will rot away until you die."

He leaned down and pinched Gu Han's chin.

"This is the true pledge of loyalty."

A flash of anger appropriately crossed Gu Han's eyes before he lowered his head.

"This subordinate understands."

"Very well."

Ghost Face straightened up.

"We are both working for Lord Yang."

"As long as you do your job obediently, I will give you the antidote."

"So that you won't die from the poison."

"In a moment, an important figure from the Blood God Cult will arrive."

"Follow behind me."

"I will recommend you at the appropriate time."

"Remember, do not slip up."

"Otherwise, no one can save you."

Hearing this, Gu Han hurriedly said,

"Yes! Yes!"

"Very well."

Ghost Face gave a sinister smile.

He tossed out a porcelain bottle.

"These are three doses of the antidote."

"Taking one dose each time will suppress the poison in your body for a month."

"After three months, come to me again to collect more."

"Just wait here and don't wander off."

Gu Han took the porcelain bottle.

With that, Ghost Face transformed into a cloud of blood mist and vanished into the air.

Gu Han gripped the porcelain bottle, a blood-gold light flashing briefly in his eyes.

The thirty-six heavenly prison chains within his body clattered, instantly devouring the invading blood venom completely.

His lips curled slightly; this so-called blood venom was pathetically fragile before him.

"Putting on such an act."

"If I didn't want to keep a low profile, I would have annihilated you bastards already."

His Divine Sense quietly expanded, enveloping the entire City God Temple.

There were twenty-seven Blood God Cultists in the temple, the lowest of whom were at the Primordial Core Realm.

In the deepest part, there were also three obscure auras, one of which had actually reached the Heavenly Human Realm.

"Interesting. The Blood God Cult actually dares to send a Heavenly Human Realm expert to the Imperial Capital."

"It seems the Blood God Cult will not rest until they overthrow the Chu Family's Imperial Family."

Gu Han sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he feigned the agony of the poison taking effect, curling up in a corner.

He secretly pushed the bronze compass to its limit, perfectly hiding his own aura.

Suddenly, the Blood Pool on the floor surged violently, and twelve blood-colored lanterns lit up simultaneously.

A suffocating pressure descended, and all the Blood God Cultists in the temple knelt on the ground in unison.

"Welcome, Lord Envoy!"

Ghost Face had appeared by the Blood Pool at some unknown point, bowing respectfully.

A figure slowly rose from the Blood Pool, dressed in a blood-colored robe, his face shrouded in blood mist, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes.

"All of you, rise."

The voice was raspy and unsettling, making one's skin crawl.

Gu Han was secretly alarmed; This Envoy's aura was not weaker than Yang Qianjue's, and even seemed slightly superior.

"The Cult Leader is very dissatisfied and furious that last night's operation failed."

"The Saint has already been recalled."

"All of you were meant to receive punishment."

"However, the Cult Leader is magnanimous and understands your difficulties, so no punishment was issued."

"Therefore, you must produce results to repay the Sacred Cult and the Cult Leader."

The Blood-Robed Envoy's scarlet eyes swept over everyone.

Wherever his gaze landed, the cultists lowered their heads, not daring to meet it.

"Although last night's operation was not successful, it still caused the Zhenwu Division's Origin Qi to be greatly damaged."

"The Cult Leader has ordered that the Fragment Core of the blood river netherworld blade must be found."

Gu Han's heart skipped a beat as the bronze compass in his robes constantly pulsed to shroud his aura.

He feigned pain and curled up in the corner, secretly observing this Blood God Cult Envoy.

The Blood-Robed Envoy's scarlet eyes suddenly fixed upon Gu Han in the corner.

"Hmm?"

His figure flickered, appearing instantly before Gu Han, his mist-shrouded face nearly touching Gu Han's own.

"What is with this kid?"

Ghost Face hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"Reporting to the Envoy, this kid failed his task last night, causing many of our Sacred Cult Disciples to fall."

"I specifically issued a punishment to him as a warning to others."

The Blood-Robed Envoy's scarlet eyes were like two blood moons, staring intently at Gu Han who was curled on the ground.

He suddenly extended a scrawny finger, and a strange blood droplet condensed at the tip.

"Failed his task?"

The Envoy's voice was raspy, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

"Then let This Envoy see if your blood is enough to atone for your sins!"

The blood droplet suddenly shot toward the center of Gu Han's forehead.

The thirty-six heavenly prison chains within Gu Han's body instantly tensed, but he forcibly suppressed them at the moment they were about to counterattack.

He feigned terror and closed his eyes, allowing the blood droplet to approach.

Right then, Ghost Face spoke up.

"Envoy, please wait."

"Please spare this kid's life."

"Right now, our Sacred Cult Disciples are being frantically hunted by those dogs."

"We are short-handed."

"Could we let him atone for his crimes with service?"

The blood droplet stopped abruptly an inch before Gu Han's forehead, emitting a strange red light as it suspended and rotated.