Heretical God Blood, a Huge Windfall (Please Follow)

Inside a secluded cave.

At the center of the floor stood a strange oil lamp that appeared to be made from some monster's skull. It burned with an eerie green glow, staining the stone walls a sickly green.

A thin, hunched figure flicked its sleeve.

"Pop!"

The oil lamp flared violently.

A great mass of green flame condensed into a human face.

The hunched figure said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Its aura has completely disappeared."

The flaming face said resentfully, "According to reliable intelligence, a large flock of Night Owls appeared at the scene. The authorities arrived too late. That damned Mole must have taken it."

The thin, hunched figure spoke in an exceptionally shrill tone. "After all this time, you still haven't rooted out the Mole?"

Feeling guilty, the flaming face lowered its voice. "I have already tortured three suspicious people to death and found a few clues, but I need more time."

The thin, hunched figure pressed relentlessly. "How much more time? The Mole poses too great a threat. We have already lost a Precious Treasure. If this drags on, we will inevitably suffer even greater losses."

The flaming face muttered, "Understood," then vanished.

At four in the morning.

Cheng Han opened his eyes, feeling completely refreshed.

He had no idea that one of his "unintentional acts" had cost three Heretical God Believers their lives—and that they had died terribly.

Cheng Han checked his attributes and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. My Spirit Value has recovered to 14.2/16.8, an increase of 9.5 points since before deep sleep."

Compared to before, the recovery effect had clearly improved considerably.

Cheng Han felt rather pleased with himself. "My grasp of the Programmatic Breathing Method is getting deeper and deeper."

He pushed open his bedroom door and discovered that Sheriff was lying atop a chair, curled into a large ball that looked exactly like a giant furball.

Normally, it slept beneath a cabinet.

Clearly, as the nighttime temperature continued to drop, the Black Cat no longer wanted to sleep on the icy floor.

Cheng Han had once offered to get it a comfortable cat bed, but it still retained the habits of a stray at heart and refused to sleep in one.

The Black Cat seemed to hear his footsteps. Its furry ears twitched, but it did not wake up.

Cheng Han blinked and murmured softly, "Fine. We'll start heating the place today."

For families living in Shanyi Neighborhood, they usually waited until the first snowfall before burning wood for warmth, in order to save a little firewood.

But now that he had a high income, he did not care about such a small expense.

Cheng Han quietly carried over several pieces of firewood, activated the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame, and flicked out a Flame Thread. In an instant, it sliced the wood into smaller pieces. He then placed them in the fireplace and snapped his fingers.

"Pop!"

Several sparks flew out and struck the firewood.

Blazing flames erupted at once, unbelievably fast.

The Black Cat finally woke up.

It looked at its owner, then glanced at the fireplace and gave a "meow," seemingly expressing its thanks. Then it quickly walked over to the fireplace and lay down again.

It had truly exhausted itself yesterday.

It still needed more sleep.

Sitting beside the fireplace and basking in the warm firelight, Cheng Han recalled the strange black pearl and silently thought, Deduce its origins.

A chill immediately spread across the crown of his head.

This time, the sensation was unlike before. It was so cold that it felt as though he had been submerged in icy water.

His Spirit Value began to plummet, far faster than usual.

All of this undoubtedly indicated one thing—his Deduction had succeeded.

Illusions flickered before his eyes one after another.

However, they were still disturbed by some kind of power. The images were extremely blurry, and he could only barely make them out.

First scene: By candlelight.

Qin Zi Cheng's expression shifted constantly as he muttered a few fragmented words under his breath. "The God Descent Society's 'god-summoning ritual' at the Textile Factory... if it succeeds, then wouldn't I..."

He did not finish the rest.

He subconsciously touched his chest, his gaze somewhat lost. "Is it really worth it, for the revival of the Sartre People's glory?"

Second scene: Inside a dim room.

Qin Zi Cheng excitedly waved his right hand. "The God Descent Society has been encircled by the authorities. Looks like I don't need to worry for now... cough... cough..."

He suddenly coughed and spat out a mouthful of ink-black phlegm.

Qin Zi Cheng frowned, then immediately dropped to the floor and licked it clean.

Third scene: Early morning.

Qin Zi Cheng clutched his chest and muttered in panic, "Why is the Heretical God Blood beating nonstop... ah!"

He let out a miserable scream.

Because his chest cavity exploded.

Amid the spray of blood and flesh, a black pearl drilled its way out.

Qin Zi Cheng collapsed onto the floor, convulsed violently a few times, then eerily melted into a cloud of Black Mist.

The black pearl blurred, then disappeared.

Fourth scene: Chen Zhengyang rode a Bicycle at high speed down a street.

A flash of black light shot out from the grass nearby, instantly striking the back of his head and burrowing straight inside.

Chen Zhengyang noticed nothing.

At that point.

The illusion ended.

Proficiency +155. Current Proficiency: 395/1000. Spirit Value: 7.1/16.8.

For the first time, the increase in Proficiency had reached three digits! It had broken a record! This also showed that this Deduction had uncovered something extraordinary.

Cheng Han was utterly stunned. "My god! Heretical God Blood?"

His expression changed repeatedly. "Could it really be a drop of divine blood taken from a Heretical God? Its origins are actually this significant—no wonder I couldn't deduce it before.

"So the Textile Factory incident was also caused by this thing. And judging by the name God Descent Society, could they be planning to resurrect a certain Heretical God?"

Though they were only a few scattered fragments of information, they made Cheng Han realize that the seriousness of this matter far exceeded his imagination.

Besides that.

The Eye of Omniscience had also deduced some other fragmented information.

For example:

The instinctive consciousness of the Alien God Blood Pearl had been excessively depleted and was now in a completely sealed state. Without external forcefully awakening it, it would need to sleep for at least five years.

Under such circumstances, it would be impossible to find it unless people searched for it manually.

Cheng Han nodded lightly. "That's not bad. I still have plenty of time to deal with this thing."

Hand it over to the authorities?

He did not plan to do that for the time being.

He had obtained this trophy through great effort, and it was an exceptionally rare item with immense origins. Naturally, he needed to properly uncover its value.

"If this thing truly is divine blood, then it must contain an enormous amount of profound knowledge. Knowledge is not merely wealth—it also means power.

"While analyzing the divine blood, I can also gain vast amounts of skill Proficiency, which will greatly speed up the Eye of Omniscience's advancement.

"The Heretical God Blood is not only an extremely dangerous item, but also a treasure of tremendous value!"

Cheng Han decisively made up his mind. "I still have quite a bit of Spirit Value left. It should be enough for one more Deduction."

He connected to the Fragmented Imprint of Spirit Control and issued an order. "Get closer to the pearl."

The closer one was to the target, the higher the skill's success rate.

That was experience.

Maintaining his mysterious connection with the Long-plumed Falcon, Cheng Han recalled the appearance of the Heretical God Blood and silently thought, Analyze the secrets of the Heretical God Blood and attempt to complete the imprint.

A chill spread across his scalp.

But there was no response.

He had wasted 0.5 Spirit Value for nothing.

Cheng Han did not rush into a second Deduction. Instead, he fell into thought. "I currently possess three imprints: the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame, the Fragmented Imprint of Spirit Control, and the Spirit Universe Imprint.

"Setting a clear and specific scope gives a higher chance of success, so it would be best to choose one imprint to complete. I'll try the Spirit Universe Imprint first."

The Fragmented Imprint of True Flame seemed to be the nemesis of Heretical God power, so it was unlikely he could use it to complete that imprint. As for the Fragmented Imprint of Spirit Control, its Deduction difficulty was not high, so there was no need to rely on the Heretical God Blood.

Moreover, it was common knowledge that every Heretical God excelled in the Soul Domain, while the Spirit Universe Imprint also focused on the soul. There was a high chance that he would gain something.

Cheng Han connected to the Lavender Light Cluster within his Sea of Spirit and silently thought again, Analyze!

The chill came with extraordinary force.

His Spirit Value also plunged wildly.

The Spirit Universe Imprint instantly expanded dramatically. Its core Light Threads structure began growing rapidly at an unprecedented speed.

One breath later.

His Spirit Value was nearly exhausted.

The purple radiance returned to normal.

Yet the Light Cluster had doubled in size.

Its Light Threads structure had also become far more complex. At its edge extended a bizarre auxiliary structure, shaped like a Twisted Scythe.

Another message appeared.

Proficiency +68. Current Proficiency: 463/1000. Spirit Value: 0.1/20.3.

Enduring the agony of mental exhaustion, Cheng Han touched the imprint with his mind and immediately received feedback.

Spirit Universe Imprint. Completeness: 12.92%.

Compared to before, its Completeness had doubled! His Spirit Value limit had soared by 3.5 points! Cheng Han was overjoyed. "I merely glimpsed a tiny, insignificant trace of it, yet I gained so much. It truly is worthy of being a Deity's blood!"

Including the previous Deduction, his Proficiency had increased by a total of 223 points.

He had made a huge windfall! Cheng Han smiled broadly. "As expected, no one gets rich without a windfall! These past few days of hard work weren't wasted!"

He carefully observed the imprint, especially the strange scythe-like structure. Delight appeared on his face again. "So this is the Soul Flash Scythe. Interesting!"

According to the information fed back by the imprint, it was an exceptionally powerful skill.

Just then.

A needle-like pain pierced his head.

Cheng Han frowned. "No, the mental exhaustion is too severe. I need to go back to sleep."