The Evil God Spread Through the Mother [Please Keep Reading]

Lu Jing'an had merely wanted to see what the Li Family was up to.

To know himself and his enemy.

Yet he had never expected it to lead to this matter of divine revelation.

Though he himself had come because of a divine revelation.

Lu Jing'an did not think this revelation was anything good in the slightest.

That much was clear from its bloody and bizarre method of summoning.

And it had spared him only to make this place bloodier and more chaotic.

So it could not possibly be any proper god.

At the same time, Lu Jing'an reminded himself once again.

He had to inspect every Memory Bead first.

If he had not examined it beforehand this time and had simply devoured it.

That indescribable thing might have set its sights on him.

Yet another question lingered in Lu Jing'an's mind.

When had Nine-Fingered Yama begun worshipping an evil god?

This matter was far, far more important than the Li Family's movements.

Forcing down both his mental and physical discomfort.

Lu Jing'an finished viewing Nine-Fingered Yama's life, a life steeped in sin and blood.

Since he had investigated with a clear purpose.

He had not suffered much backlash from those violent memories.

But even so, when the final memory came to an end.

He still felt his temples throb, as though all the blood in his body were boiling and about to burst from his veins.

"Prepare water. Cold water."

He called out to the door.

The white porcelain bathtub was filled with well water.

Freshly drawn water from the well carried a bone-deep chill.

Lu Jing'an plunged into it.

The piercing cold instantly wrapped around his entire body.

Only then did it barely suppress that restless bloodlust and brutality.

Lanhua crept softly behind him.

Her slender fingers dipped into some calming mint balm and gently massaged his temples.

The pressure of her fingertips was just right.

Carrying a young girl's particular gentleness, it eased his taut nerves slightly.

Allowing Lu Jing'an to relax more fully.

Sitting in the tub, Lu Jing'an began to think with a grave expression.

"Although Nine-Fingered Yama had prayed many times."

"Looking through his entire life, however, he had never come into contact with any foreign missionary."

"He had not even had any dealings with foreigners."

"So how exactly had he become a believer?"

"Could it have spread through the mother?"

The instant that thought surfaced, even he found it absurd.

But on second thought, demons, monsters, ghosts, and spirits all truly existed in this world.

Why would it be impossible for an evil cult's faith to be passed down through the mother?

But as soon as that thought settled, he frowned tightly again.

Nine-Fingered Yama's memories of his parents were hazy, as if veiled in mist.

The only thing clear was that this bloodthirsty fiend.

Had never laid a hand on his parents.

The trail ended there. Even if Lu Jing'an wanted to deduce more, he had nothing to work from.

Not being able to deduce it did not mean he should abandon the matter.

Lu Jing'an planned to hand this matter over to professionals for investigation.

The Lu Family certainly was not made up of such professionals.

At most, the Lu Family was a local emperor.

Once they left Yinshan County, many matters would be beyond their reach.

Lu Jing'an planned to give the matter to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

That was the place that professionally handled such matters.

Yet whenever he thought of Kui Shan, Lu Jing'an felt a headache coming on.

Kui Shan did not look kindly upon rich young masters like him.

Making him believe his words would still take some effort.

It would be much better if Chen Xuan could step in.

After thinking for a while, Lu Jing'an came up with a good solution.

With the matter settled, Lu Jing'an climbed out of the cold water.

Seeing Lanhua struggling to stay awake, Lu Jing'an said, "Go collect five silver dollars from Steward Xu."

Lanhua's drooping eyelids suddenly flew open, and her eyes gleamed as though polished with light.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Her voice was full of delight.

Lu Jing'an smiled. He had always been generous.

If money could buy comfort and peace of mind, it was more than worth it.

After drying himself, he lay down on the bed.

Moonlight streamed through the carved wooden window, casting dappled shadows across the floor.

Lu Jing'an closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, before dawn had fully broken, Lu Jing'an rose on time.

On the stone slabs in the courtyard.

Lu Jing'an stood in a horse stance.

His fists cut through the air with the force of a tiger.

He intended to learn Nine-Fingered Yama's bizarre movement technique in a few days.

Those bloody memories from last night had struck his mind too hard.

Even when he deliberately tried not to think about them, the images would surface on their own.

By the time morning practice ended, the eastern sky had turned pale.

Lu Jing'an instructed a servant, "Invite Master Chen to breakfast."

He had mainly wanted to ask about the subsequent training plan.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Chen Xuan sat down.

Before mentioning cultivation, he spoke first.

"You soaked in cold water for over half an hour last night?"

Lu Jing'an had not intended to conceal the matter.

He merely altered his explanation a little.

He described the Memory Bead as a nightmare he had had.

Sure enough, after Chen Xuan heard Lu Jing'an's detailed account.

His expression immediately turned grave.

Chen Xuan directly took Lu Jing'an's wrist and examined him carefully.

Lu Jing'an felt streams of warmth.

Circle through his body several times.

By the time Lu Jing'an felt his whole body grow warm.

The warm current finally withdrew from his body.

Lu Jing'an glanced at Chen Xuan and could clearly see beads of sweat on his forehead.

Clearly, this was no ordinary examination.

That made Lu Jing'an feel somewhat guilty.

But some things truly could not be explained.

"Do you have any other discomfort?"

Chen Xuan asked seriously.

Lu Jing'an quickly shook his head. "There has been nothing since last night."

After a pause, Lu Jing'an asked, "Master, is there some significance to this?"

Chen Xuan hesitated, then nodded. "This most likely has some connection to those heterodox evil gods of the West."

Since Chen Xuan had brought it up.

Lu Jing'an took the opportunity to ask about Western evil gods.

However, Chen Xuan did not know much about the matter either.

He only knew that these Western evil gods were exceedingly wicked and strange.

They could descend with certain powers through some kind of ritual.

Or control certain people and make them do things.

After giving a simple explanation, Chen Xuan said to Lu Jing'an, "After breakfast, come with me to the Peacekeeping Bureau and tell their people about this."

That was what Lu Jing'an had planned to do anyway, so he readily nodded.

After breakfast.

Chen Xuan brought Lu Jing'an to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Lu Jing'an was stunned when he arrived at the Peacekeeping Bureau.

It was simply far more run-down than he had imagined.

Lu Jing'an had visited the Security Station.

It was an imposing two-story building.

There was a courtyard in front, with four or five foreign cars parked there.

Behind it were a training ground and another courtyard.

As well as dormitories for the Security Officers.

But the Peacekeeping Bureau before him was truly far too shabby.

It was a cluster of low courtyard houses.

The walls were covered in vines.

If smoke had not been rising from the chimney inside.

Lu Jing'an would have thought it was an abandoned courtyard.

The wooden plaque at the gate that read [Peacekeeping Bureau].

Had lost most of its paint, exposing the grain beneath.

"Master, shouldn't the Peacekeeping Bureau be this poor, should it?"

Lu Jing'an had seen the Lamp Cultivator's home.

That place could absolutely be called luxurious.

Even a Lamp Cultivator lived like that.

So the Peacekeeping Bureau being this dilapidated had truly taken Lu Jing'an by surprise.

Chen Xuan, however, was unsurprised.

"The true Peacekeeping Bureau is very poor."

"Though those above do not dare withhold the Peacekeeping Bureau's pay."

"That pay has been reduced year after year."

"And the Peacekeeping Bureau has rules against becoming too close to local powers."

"So the people in the true Peacekeeping Bureau are not wealthy."

"The Lamp Cultivator you met before was merely affiliated with the Peacekeeping Bureau."

"He could not be considered a true cultivator of the Peacekeeping Bureau."

Lu Jing'an could hear it.

Chen Xuan held the people within the Peacekeeping Bureau in great esteem.

In truth, after hearing this, Lu Jing'an also greatly admired those true Peacekeeping Bureau cultivators.

Their abilities were certainly greater than that Lamp Cultivator's.

As long as they were willing.

They could live ten times better than that Lamp Cultivator.

Yet they still willingly remained at the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Risking their lives against demons and evils beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

People like them deserved respect in any era.

Lu Jing'an entered the courtyard compound with Chen Xuan.

He found that it felt even more lived-in inside.

It was plain to see.

Some of these people even had to cook for themselves.

Because Chen Xuan led the way,

Lu Jing'an was able to meet Kui Shan with ease.

That was the advantage of bringing Chen Xuan along.

If Lu Jing'an had come by himself, he definitely would not have been able to see Kui Shan.

Chen Xuan briefly explained the matter to Kui Shan.

Kui Shan spoke with undisguised disdain in his voice:

"So he really is some rich young master. He saw a murderer and started having nightmares."

"Just for a nightmare, he had a grand Martial Cultivator bring him to our Peacekeeping Bureau for help."

Before Lu Jing'an could speak, Chen Xuan said:

"Young Master has already reached the First Blood Transformation. Seeing a dead man would not frighten him."

After hearing Chen Xuan's words, the words at the tip of Kui Shan's tongue got stuck there.

"You... you... you've reached the First Blood Transformation."

Kui Shan swallowed before he could finish the sentence.

Lu Jing'an nodded and said modestly, "It was all thanks to my master's excellent teaching."

After Lu Jing'an made that modest statement,

he steered the matter back to Nine-Fingered Yama.

That was the true purpose of coming here.

"In my dream, I saw an extremely detailed summoning ritual."

"I can draw it."

Lu Jing'an then took out the self-filling fountain pen he carried with him.

On the paper, he drew out the ritual from the Memory Bead.

At first, Kui Shan seemed somewhat unconcerned.

But as Lu Jing'an continued drawing,

Kui Shan's expression grew increasingly grave.

In the end, Kui Shan rose directly to his feet and stared solemnly at what Lu Jing'an was drawing.

After Lu Jing'an finished,

Kui Shan picked it up and examined it again and again.

At the same time, he kept repeating,

"This is it, this is it."

"It has finally appeared again!"

Then Kui Shan lost control and directly reached out to seize Lu Jing'an by the shoulders.

"You said, where did you see this?"

Chen Xuan stepped forward, ready to attack Kui Shan.

"Master, I'm fine."

Kui Shan also realized he had lost his composure and released Lu Jing'an's shoulders.

"This was the ritual Nine-Fingered Yama performed in my dream."

Lu Jing'an explained the source all over again.

"Nine-Fingered Yama?"

Clearly, Kui Shan had not listened seriously when Lu Jing'an spoke earlier.

Only now did he truly begin paying attention.

Lu Jing'an explained the whole matter to Kui Shan once more.

After listening, Kui Shan said fiercely, "I've finally found it again."