Spirit cultivation and immortality, how do you control an aircraft carrier?

To put it bluntly, they were just a bunch of thugs who followed the Spirit Masters to bully ordinary villagers.

Normally, they would treat even a casual instruction from their boss as a matter of utmost importance, let alone something related to the township head.

Even the slightest hint of something from a powerful spirit master could fill them with extreme fear!

Of course, Shen Huang didn't care about the gazes of these people at this moment.

When he followed Chief Guard He to the only house in the village that could be called a "mansion", he had already gone through all the information and plans prepared by the strategic analysis department in the past two days.

He exudes an increasing confidence.

And this is a very important point in itself.

Even Chief Guard He noticed it.

This person didn't seem to be receiving a summons from a protector or a powerful spirit master at all; it was more like a guest visiting a temple.

But when Chief Guard He thought of the word "please" from his lord, an idea suddenly popped into his head.

Perhaps, he really is a guest?

At this moment, there were not many people in the mansion, only some servants who were cleaning. Upon seeing the two, they all bowed and paid their respects.

The further Shen Huang went in, the more peculiar his feeling became.

It's as if the air is getting fresher and fresher, and with every breath, a cool sensation flows into the body. Even the senses that have been slowing down these past few days are becoming subtly active again.

"Sure enough, the closer we get to this place, the more abundant the spiritual energy becomes," Shen Huang sensed.

According to his investigation over the past few days, not every guard is qualified to live in the mansion.

People like Cheng Huwei still live in their own homes.

Currently, the only guard who remains in the village and is qualified to live in the village chief's mansion is Guard Chief He.

However, after walking a few more steps towards the center, as if crossing some invisible barrier, a strong smell of rust suddenly filled the air.

No, that's the smell of blood!

Shen Huang had already seen it; the blood pool in front of him was more than ten meters in diameter!

The light that enveloped the entire village and blocked out the gray mist surged forth from the very center of this blood pool.

The most horrifying of all were the enormous, highly decomposed animal carcasses floating on the surface.

"This is the Blood Pool." Shen Huang pursed his lips.

The scene before him was not a secret. He simply asked the village chief what purpose the blood and flesh had in it, and the guard readily told him.

That was used to worship the spirit of protection.

Furthermore, the national strategic analysis department deduced from the fragments of information in the jade slip that when those cultivators created the Spirit Control Technique, they may have also referenced the "Demonic Sect Technique".

That is, the method of blood and flesh sacrifice.

Clearly, at a time when the survival of an entire civilization is at stake, the distinction between good and evil becomes insignificant.

However, despite being prepared, Shen Huang still felt a distinct discomfort upon seeing it with his own eyes.

The strong smell of decay and stench, along with the dark red blood, was particularly oppressive.

Why can't you just put a lid on it?

"You haven't seen this sacrificial blood pool where you came from?" a voice drifted over leisurely.

Shen Huang saw the person who spoke.

A "young man" sat cross-legged beside the pool of blood, facing him sideways.

No, it's probably just that they look young.

Although this person looked young, there was an unyielding solemnity and seriousness in his eyes, making him appear as if he were a person who was mature beyond his years and carried a heavy burden of pressure.

But it matched!

The profile and evaluation of him by the strategic analysis department came to Shen Huang's mind.

"A person who is single-mindedly devoted to the Tao, neglecting or even controlling personal enjoyment, is the type of ascetic. They are serious in their words and deeds, value etiquette, and cannot be treated with a humorous or casual attitude."

Although it was only a first impression, Shen Huang felt it was surprisingly accurate.

Moreover, he saw a tea table and a futon in front of the other person.

On the tea table were a teapot and two teacups.

It goes without saying who it was prepared for.

Shen Huang walked directly to the prayer mat, straightened his clothes slightly, sat down cross-legged with his back straight, and showed no stage fright whatsoever.

Only now did he speak, replying, "I've only heard of it, but I've never seen it with my own eyes."

The township head nodded slightly, picked up the teapot, poured tea for himself first, and then poured tea for Shen Huang, his movements fluid and elegant.

There was only a small piece of emerald green tea in the cup, but the moment the hot water was poured in, a rich aroma of tea wafted out, completely suppressing the smell of the blood pool that was so close at hand.

But Shen Huang didn't react much.

Simply extend both hands, gently pinch the outer edge of the cup with your thumb and forefinger, support the bottom of the cup with your middle finger, bring the rim of the cup lightly to your nose, inhale slowly and smell it, then sip slowly without swallowing, letting the tea soup swirl gently on the tip, surface, and root of your tongue to savor the taste, and then slowly swallow after a while, gently close your eyes, feeling only the sweet aftertaste of tea filling your mouth, and a warm current flowing through your body, from your chest to your limbs.

This sip, in terms of tea tasting, is simply the ultimate enjoyment.

"Excellent tea," Shen Huang exclaimed.

In comparison, the drinks he had on his home planet were all ordinary things.

The township head took in Shen Huang's every move and expression.

Some qualities and behaviors cannot be faked.

In fact, as soon as the township head saw Shen Huang with his divine sense, he realized that this person was no ordinary country bumpkin. Even ordinary families in larger towns would find it difficult to raise such a person.

In addition, there are those extraordinary things, especially the unknown thing that is currently flying at the edge of the gray fog.

The fact that it can fly and obey commands, despite not possessing any spiritual power and not yet becoming a spiritual being, is already extraordinary!

Once this item becomes a spiritual object, its level will inevitably be quite high.

These factors, combined with Shen Huang's talent and other elements, are the reasons why the township head was so polite to an ordinary person.

However, many things remain unclear, which is why the township head took the initiative to summon Shen Huang.

"Judging from your words and actions, you are no ordinary person. You must have been carefully educated by learned people since childhood and have extraordinary talent. I just don't know why you haven't started cultivating at this age?" The township head asked directly, his originally calm gaze gradually becoming sharp.

However, Shen Huang showed no signs of nervousness.

All the answers have already been perfected.

He memorized it all.

"This is a long story, but it can also be told in a short time." A self-deprecating smile appeared on Shen Huang's face. The various feelings he had experienced in his arduous search for extraordinary power over the past five years surfaced in his mind. "In the past, everyone told me that I was born unable to cultivate, and that my destiny was to enjoy a hundred years of wealth and glory as a mortal. But obviously, that was just a conspiracy by some treacherous people. However, while they could seal my talent and isolate me from spiritual energy, they ultimately underestimated my determination to pursue the Great Dao."

By the end, Shen Huang's expression had become very calm, yet it was like a boulder, with a silent determination.