Outside the church in Jiuquan Town.
When Zhong Bai arrived, the servant of the Yang Family in charge of guarding the church hurried up to greet him.
"Immortal Master, are you planning to enter the church?"
A servant asked somewhat cautiously. They had all heard about the methods Zhong Bai used a few days ago when relocating the Yang Family graves. Wielding lightning—how could they not cautiously wait upon such a divine method?
"This poor priest does indeed intend to enter the church to investigate the situation. Your old master already gave the management rights of this church to this poor priest a few days ago.
Do you all know about this..."
Speaking of which, on the way down the mountain that day, the conversation between Zhong Bai and Old Family Head Yang was mostly about the management rights of this church.
The Yang Family Head felt at ease regarding Zhong Bai. As the saying goes, art has its specialization; he could only send people to guard the church and prevent outsiders from entering.
Yet that merely delayed time and could not resolve the problems existing within the church.
Handing it over to Zhong Bai naturally left the handling of the situation inside to him. Old Family Head Yang was eager for Zhong Bai to take over early, so he offered no obstruction.
"Immortal Master, we all understand. Please enter, Immortal Master!"
Following the guidance of the Yang Family servant guarding the church, the doors of the church, sealed for decades, opened just like that.
Standing outside the door, the two servants did not continue following him inside, instead watching Zhong Bai step into the church all by himself...
Upon entering the church, what first met the eyes was a sense of decay dense with dust and cobwebs rushing toward his face, and immediately after, Zhong Bai pushed open the tall doors of the hall used for prayer.
Along with the creaking sound of the doors opening, the moment they were pushed open, strands of Baleful Qi within the hall poured out as if they had found an outlet for release.
In the slightly dim hall, dust accumulated on rows of pews, and even just standing in the hall, a piercing chill assaulted him.
The Qi and blood within Zhong Bai's body surged outward, and in an instant, the Yin and Yang Qi in the hall achieved neutralization.
Just like a normal abandoned place, what Zhong Bai could feel was simply tranquility.
Arriving before the church statue, the deity enshrined in front was naturally not an Eastern divine being.
Glancing at it casually, Zhong Bai felt little interest.
The pressing matter of the moment was to see whether a Western vampire was truly hidden in the basement of the church. If so, this trip would be a guaranteed profit without any loss!
Passing through the hall, there were stairs leading straight down to the basement.
Zhong Bai walked very slowly. Even a lion fighting a rabbit still needs to use its full strength, let alone this vampire whose depth was unknown to him, making caution all the more necessary for Zhong Bai.
After stepping into the basement, the surrounding light was exceptionally dim, and vaguely, Zhong Bai saw a huge cross standing in front within the basement.
Beneath the cross was a coffin carrying Western aesthetics.
As he drew closer, Zhong Bai could perceive the danger lurking within that coffin.
"To be able to suppress a vampire here using a cross, these Western evil spirits are truly peculiar."
He shook his head. Regarding vampires, Zhong Bai had once heard his master mention them.
Dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and barons: a Vampire Baron was about equal to a cultivator below the fourth layer of Qi Refining.
A viscount was equivalent to a cultivator above the fourth layer of Qi Refining, an earl rivaled the peak of Qi Refining, and the two ranks of duke and marquis could only be dealt with by Foundation Establishment True Persons.
The vampire within the coffin before him was clearly not of duke or marquis rank.
Otherwise, he would not have been suppressed here so easily.
His mind relaxed for a brief moment, and with a fierce palm strike sent outward, the cross originally used to suppress the vampire was blasted away and landed in the distance.
Immediately following, a faint sound of panting issued from within the coffin. Clearly, this vampire inside the coffin was reviving.
Yet the time left for him was not much.
At this very moment, Zhong Bai directly lifted the coffin lid. In a flash, Zhong Bai and this vampire locked gazes. In Zhong Bai's eyes was the excitement of soon obtaining Exorcism Points, while in the vampire's pupils were fear and incredulity toward Zhong Bai.
"Exorcism Points, what this poor priest requires will rely on you to provide!"
Without further ado, Zhong Bai clenched his hands into fists, not even bothering to employ the Divine Firmament Five Thunder Art.
Relying solely on his own ten thousand catties of physical strength, a punch crashed down like the descent of a meteor. Bang, bang, bang!
With one punch, the coffin shattered, and the vampire smashed heavily onto the ground. At this moment, Viscount Erland felt as though not a single bone in his entire body remained intact.
He was very confused and uncomprehending.
Why was he properly suppressed here, only to fall into his present state for no reason at all.
Looking at his caved-in chest, Viscount Erland burned with rage.
Glaring straight at Zhong Bai, he spoke with awkward Chinese in burning indignation: "Damn Easterner, to actually launch such a sneak attack on this baron, you will pay the price for your stupidity!"
Hearing Viscount Erland finish speaking, Zhong Bai was visibly stunned.
He had originally thought this vampire was mute and that nothing useful could be questioned out of him, which was why he aimed for fatal strikes, intending to pulverize him within a few blows.
Now it seemed... hehe!
Zhong Bai paused his movements for a moment, then looked down coldly from his superior vantage point at Viscount Erland.
"You evil spirit, you can even speak Chinese after all. That still makes you somewhat useful."
Without waiting for Viscount Erland to speak, Zhong Bai grabbed Viscount Erland by the neck, effortlessly hoisting him up.
"This poor priest asks, you answer. If you cooperate nicely, you can also suffer fewer torments..."
With that, strands of lightning within Zhong Bai's palm poured into Viscount Erland's neck, flowing down toward his chest and face.
Sizzle, sizzle. The burning sensation inherent to the lightning caused Viscount Erland to begin trembling incessantly.
That agony of flesh being torn apart alive by lightning was, Erland would say, far worse than holy water.
"No, no, no! Stop at once!"
At this moment, Erland wanted to struggle free, only to find that his strength was far from sufficient.
He had been suppressed for decades, and without the supply of fresh blood, he simply could not display his true strength, leaving him with no choice but to watch helplessly as he was tortured to the point of madness.
"This poor priest asks, you speak. Aside from this, there is no room for negotiation!"
After supplementing it with another bolt of lightning, the Viscount Erland in Zhong Bai's grasp had gone limp as mud.
If looks could kill, he swore he would hack the Easterner before him into ten thousand pieces, but right now, he could only compromise.
"Great Eastern Mage, ask away. Erland dares not withhold anything..."
Zhong Bai was certainly not surprised by this vampire's tactfulness. Knowing that death was certain, why not suffer fewer torments? Where was the harm in that?
"This poor priest wants to know just how many of you Western vampires have come to the Nine Provinces of Huaxia."
Hearing this question, Erland, who had previously been timid and listless, instantly perked up.
"Reporting to the Mage, a total of over a hundred Blood Race warriors of ours have come to the Nine Provinces of Huaxia.
The one who led us here is Lord Duke Ger!
He said that a troubled era is approaching in the Nine Provinces of Huaxia, that Huaxia mages are too busy to look after themselves, and that once we came to Huaxia, we could freely devour blood sustenance.
Mage, spare my life! Erland was suppressed here not long after arriving in Huaxia, and truly did not commit any outrageous deeds!"
Zhong Bai was currently pondering the other's answer. From Erland's pupils, he saw no deception; what the other had just said was likely the truth!
"Over a hundred Blood Race members... led by a duke. This number is by no means small!"
With a slight shock in his heart, Zhong Bai continued his interrogation: "Aside from yourself, are you aware of the locations of other Blood Race members?"
Hearing this, Erland looked somewhat bitter. After arriving in the Nine Provinces of Huaxia back then, he had felt that he could act willfully and recklessly, never expecting that the moment he arrived, he would be suppressed here by a Huaxia mage with a cross.
How could he possibly know where his other Blood Race compatriots were?
"This... this..."
Zhong Bai's expression sank, and he quickly continued to question: "Then do you have a method to summon other Blood Race members to come to Jiuquan Town?"
"This... this..."
Seeing that the other could answer nothing at this moment, Zhong Bai understood there was no need to continue questioning.
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