Three Months, Hidan's Defenses Broken

This busyness continued for three months.

During these three months, the Jashin Cult mobilized all its followers to head into the mountains and hunt various animals.

On the other hand, they also spent a large sum of money to purchase a massive quantity of living creatures from merchant guilds, and even some slaves.

All of these were reduced to nourishment for the Jashin and Simu.

Every time they performed a sacrifice, they naturally chose to do so in the blood pool beneath the statue. After all, who could have guessed that this blood pool had already become the body of a certain transmigrator?

Transmigrating into a blood pool—this matter was likely quite explosive even among all transmigrators.

Under the supply of such a massive amount of flesh and blood, Simu accumulated a vast quantity of life energy while simultaneously obtaining a multitude of diverse genes.

With the support of sufficient energy, Simu was almost constantly using the [Womb of the Creator] to upgrade and create all kinds of new Jashin Race variants.

Of course, it was not only Simu who gained enormous benefits.

In a small space far beyond the Shinobi World, our Jashin was greedily enjoying this continuous stream of blood sacrifices.

"Hehehehehehe!"

"It seems that letting those two brats become my believers was an incredibly correct decision!"

Dense black mist churned incessantly within this space, and countless scarlet pupils flickered like stars, appearing and disappearing.

"I just wonder whose merit this actually is?"

Jashin muttered, but soon provided an answer.

"It must be Simu's doing; that brat Hidan looks like he doesn't have much going on upstairs."

"At this rate, I should be able to successfully break free in just two or three years."

"By then, the entire Shinobi World will tremble because of me!"

"Hehehehehehe!"

Unlike the excitement of the Jashin, our Cult Leader stood in the temple with a face full of worry.

Although he could feel that the statue of the Jashin was beginning to become tangible, the key issue was:

The Jashin Cult was out of money!

Over these past three months, in order to purchase various sacrificial offerings, the Jashin Cult had spent almost all of its reserves accumulated over the years.

If they continued to sacrifice so crazily, the followers of the Jashin Cult would not have food to eat starting tomorrow.

Fortunately, at this moment, someone arrived.

This person was shrouded in a black trench coat, and the surrounding followers looked at him with a trace of awe in their eyes.

Because this person was none other than the fourth-in-command of the Jashin Cult, the Chief Steward, Kikuchi Miura.

Saying it like that might not sound very impressive, but in reality, before the birth of the two God Children, Simu and Hidan, he had been the second-in-command of the Jashin Cult.

He was specifically responsible for the Jashin Cult's external affairs, such as assassinations, collecting protection fees, robbery, proselytizing, and so on.

He could be called the right-hand man of the Cult Leader and was also the "God of Wealth" for the Jashin Cult.

"Cult Leader, this is a letter from Mr. Sakamoto."

Kikuchi Miura pulled a letter from his wide trench coat; he had returned this time precisely because of this matter.

The Cult Leader took the envelope, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's been a long journey, you've worked hard."

"Cult Leader, you are the one who has worked hard."

Kikuchi Miura keenly noticed the dense wrinkles at the corners of the Cult Leader's eyes; he clearly remembered that there hadn't been so many when he came three months ago.

Moreover, his entire mental state seemed to have become much more weathered.

"Has there been some problem at the headquarters?" Kikuchi Miura asked hesitantly.

The Cult Leader closed his eyes wearily, sighed, and said, "It's nothing, I'll tell you when there's an opportunity."

He tore open the envelope, his eyes flickering as he asked, "Sakamoto wants us to help him get rid of that guy named Gato?"

Kikuchi Miura replied, "Yes, this Gato is said to be a newly emerged shipping company in the Land of Waves. He might be trying to interfere with the shipping business in the Land of Rivers. Mr. Sakamoto hopes we can help him take out this troublesome fellow."

"Is that so..."

The Cult Leader stroked his chin, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

The relationship between the Jashin Cult and the Sakamoto Trading Company was close; it could be said that the Sakamoto Trading Company was one of the Jashin Cult's financial backers, providing a large amount of money every year to support the development of the Jashin Cult.

Therefore, facing his request, the Jashin Cult had no reason to refuse.

Seeing that the Cult Leader was still somewhat hesitant, Kikuchi Miura finally played his trump card.

"Cult Leader, Mr. Sakamoto said that if we can successfully get rid of Gato, he is willing to increase his support for the Jashin Cult to fifty million ryo per year!"

Hearing this, the Cult Leader's eyebrows shot up, and a smile appeared on his face: "It seems Mr. Sakamoto's faith in the Jashin is also very devout."

After saying that, he glanced at Kikuchi Miura: "Next time, remember to state the conditions clearly first!"

Kikuchi Miura hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

The Cult Leader turned his back, seemingly deep in thought.

Suddenly, a massive explosion echoed through the base.

"It's bad, Cult Leader!"

A cultist came running over from the distance in a panic.

The joy on the Cult Leader's face vanished instantly, replaced by a completely gloomy expression.

As expected, the cultist's report was exactly as he had anticipated!

"Cult Leader, the two God Children are fighting again!"

"I knew it."

The Cult Leader gritted his teeth, leaving Kikuchi Miura feeling quite curious.

Just what kind of God Children could cause the Cult Leader so much trouble and helplessness?

"Kamizuki Simu, I'm going to kill you!"

In the cafeteria, Hidan held a pitch-black spear, aiming it fiercely at Simu.

After three months of death-defying training, Hidan's taijutsu had made significant progress.

Because while "death-defying" might just be a figure of speech for others, for Hidan, it was literal!

Every attack he launched at Simu was a suicide mission, yet unfortunately, even so, he still hadn't managed to leave a single scratch on Simu.

Instead, he was constantly being easily slaughtered by Simu's Kagune.

It was within this hellish cycle of constant surprise attacks, failure, getting decapitated, resurrecting, and then attacking again that Hidan's taijutsu had undergone a complete transformation compared to three months ago.

Hidan swung his spear with great speed, but unfortunately, he was facing Simu.

A massive centipede, which had been lying in ambush underground, suddenly burst forth and struck Hidan's abdomen hard, pinning him against the ceiling.

"Boom!"

The intense impact caused a huge dent to appear in the ceiling.

Hidan spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, cursing nonchalantly, "You bastard Simu, you only ever use these low-down tricks!"

Simu remained unmoved, gently pushing up his glasses: "If impotent rage could kill, Hidan, you would have surpassed the Sage of Six Paths by now."

"Ah!!!!"

Hidan flew into a rage instantly, veins bulging all over his body as he tried to break free from Simu's restraint.

After all, lies don't hurt, but the truth is a sharp blade.

In these three months of sparring, he hadn't won a single time!

This left Hidan's pride with nowhere to rest!

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Hidan suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing the dense layers of explosive tags underneath.

He flashed a crazed smile and roared: "Let's die together!"