Blood Bodhi

Blood Bodhi. The hour of Chen.

Ten thousand taels' worth of broken gold scattered across the river surface.

The sacrificial platform at Shang Rao Wharf had been built high, with six great cowhide drums arranged in a row. The straw raincoat used by the shamans for their drum dance had snapped one of its grass cords, poking out several stalks that stood crookedly in the wind.

News of Yixing Town holding the River God Sacrifice had sprouted wings and spread rapidly through the surrounding areas. Many outsiders could not care less about repairing their leaking tile roofs. They dug out two copper coins, climbed onto ox-carts, and hurried to town.

Everyone knew that Master Liang of Yixing Town was righteous and generous.

Anyone who came would receive sacrificial meat. Even if it was not as much as the locals received, it was still a serving of food.

The roof could be repaired whenever; at worst, they would get rained on for another day. But if they missed the River God Sacrifice, who knew when they would next get to eat Water Beast meat?

Fat Catfish, Cannot Move, Fist, and over a hundred River Dolphins headed together for the Deep Water Area, striving to find the three great sacrificial offerings in sufficient quantities before noon.

Jianghuai Dragon Palace.

Great serpents swam busily to and fro. Treasure Fish of various colors glittered brilliantly as they struck round baskets woven from vines.

Southern Region.

The Azure Serpent lay prone.

Old Toad crouched beside the Toad King, gesticulating wildly.

The Flood Dragon had truly gone mad, actually using decent water-element treasures to trade for ordinary treasures of average quality!

Stupid worm!

There was no reason not to take advantage of a stupid worm.

"Not enough, not enough! Raise it more, raise it more!"

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