Chapter 809: Chapter 597: Divine Agent Walker
White Hair Sea Trench.
Cang Xu examined the undead creatures before him.
Skeleton Archers, Skeleton Warriors, various fish spirits, a few zombies, the largest being a Ghost Ship of Golden Level.
No matter what they were, they were all sealed by Zhou Zhang’s Divine Arts, motionless like statues.
Undead Magic — Undead Bloodline Detection Technique.
Cang Xu continuously cast spells, his gaze sharp.
Patiently, he compared with the Bloodline Map, identifying targets related to the Corpse Hanging Tree’s bloodline from these undead life forms.
“Although they all have the Lower Bloodline of the Corpse Hanging Tree, most are far from the bloodline position, but little by little can also lead to my growth.”
“The Corpse Hanging Tree’s bloodline is indeed Holy Domain Level, even if it grows by 1%, no, even 0.1%, it would bring significant change to me.”
Though Cang Xu’s appearance showed no change, his essence had already advanced greatly.
Not only was his mage level Silver, his bloodline was even Holy Domain Level, just lacking in concentration.
Yet this was enough to make Cang Xu feel satisfied and delighted, his life had opened up a new horizon.
Cang Xu carefully selected undead creatures that could enhance his bloodline and piled them up at the right exit of this small seabed valley.
This little submarine valley, not far from the gathering place of Mei Lan believers, was very suitable for hiding troops.
Zhou Zhang also placed many transcendent beings here, serving as guards while also acting as prison guards for these undead lives.
These guards watched Cang Xu continuously perform undead magic, selecting undead creatures one by one, their expressions complex.
Their feelings were mixed with dread, disgust, and repulsion towards undead, alongside the kinship of seeing their own kind, and admiration for Cang Xu, this unusual missionary.
Cang Xu’s decision to detain the Little Prince and Ku Feng as prisoners was indeed wise.
No other undead lifeforms changed faith; among Mei Lan believers, he was unique.
The series of special divine arts he mastered were used for mission work with significant effect. Most importantly, even Zhou Zhang, the Archbishop, did not have these divine arts!
Cang Xu’s political talents were high, after coming out from the Ocean Nest, he not only meditated but also spread the faith everywhere.
His missionary work achieved obvious results and was highly praised by the public.
He survived multiple blood sacrifice transmissions, proving his “steadfast” and “undeniable” faith. Hence, Cang Xu’s reputation and status rose steadily, yet not reaching its peak.
The fact that an Undead Mage became a Mei Lan follower also shook the faith of some people.
At this moment, Zhou Zhang showed her skills and abilities, indeed worthy of being an Archbishop-level figure.
She selected eloquent clergy to continuously promote speeches, publicly explaining everywhere, guiding mainstream opinion.
“Whatever our Lord does is right. If the Lord grants a new identity to the Undead Mage, then what more is there to say?”
“Our God’s meaning is profound, merely beyond the comprehension of us mortals.”
“From another perspective, even if the Undead Mage worships our Lord, it is enough to see how great our Lord is!”
The vigorous promotion was effective, and thus Zhou Zhang gradually dispelled people’s misgivings about Cang Xu.
Of course, there were also stubborn believers, but they were very few.
They were not directly executed but were sent out to carry out some hunting missions. Then, various accidents occurred, and they never returned.
Mei Lan believers were numerous, gathered here, prayer being their main activity.
Thus, some had to be responsible for hunting to obtain food.
The Beast Tide erupting in White Hair Sea Trench brought benefits including abundant sacrifices, and it was a place where believers could hunt, serving as food sources.
Magic Beasts were rampant, conversely also hunting believers, so these deaths were not surprising.
Zhou Zhang’s ruthless and decisive tactics quickly silenced different voices.
Cang Xu integrated well; harmony prevailed among believers, with a superior atmosphere.
If nothing else, it’s a world for the strong.
You can’t persuade with words, use martial power. Can’t solve the problem, directly solve the person creating the problem.
Zhou Zhang’s operations made Cang Xu the biggest beneficiary.
Undead Magic — Undead Bloodline Detection Technique.
Undead Magic — Undead Bloodline Detection Technique.
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Cang Xu repeatedly cast spells targeting the final target — the Ghost Ship.
The Ghost Ship of Golden Level, surpassing him, this Silver Level Mage.
But no matter, a dozen applications of the Undead Bloodline Detection Technique accumulated enough to finally detect the Ghost Ship’s bloodline.
“It bears no relation to the Corpse Hanging Tree’s bloodline.” Cang Xu felt quite regretful.
Such a Golden Level existence, if it met the criteria and sent to be absorbed by the Blood Core, it would undoubtedly bring a large increase to Cang Xu’s Corpse Hanging Tree bloodline.
The Ghost Ship remained motionless, its intelligence very weak, allowing Cang Xu to cast spells upon it without sensing that it walked the edge of life and death.
“Keep an eye on these undead lives; they are the next sacrifices!” Cang Xu instructed the guards before leaving the valley.
The guards hastily agreed, their expressions serious.
Cang Xu had long been endorsed by Zhou Zhang. He feigned having received divine revelation, successfully convincing Zhou Zhang to let undead lives serve as the main sacrifices for the upcoming blood sacrifice.
Cang Xu returned to the believers’ gathering place, not yet reaching his simple shack when he received a message — the ship ghost wanted to see him.
The ship ghost had been forging memories, preparing to perform a blasphemy prayer after transmitting to the nest, and then skate through unnoticed.
He indeed had his ways, taking advantage of the newfound prowess in the undead magic system, he schemed right under Zhou Zhang’s nose, continually advancing his self-rescue plan, with Zhou Zhang completely unaware.
However, the repeated transmission blood sacrifices resulted in the Little Prince and Ku Feng becoming captives, currently in a state of being “deceived to death.”
This significantly reduced the efficiency of the ship ghost’s memory forgeries, but the initial accumulation was enough, and if his calculations were correct, he would just manage to obtain a complete forged memory in time for his participation.
“This means that the Fin Spirit has no choice but to take risks.”
Cang Xu guessed the ship ghost’s intent in seeking him out likely involved the Fin Spirit.
After they met, it was indeed about this matter!
The ship ghost requested Cang Xu to guide the faith for the Fin Spirit.
The conflict between the Fin Spirit and Cang Xu was deep, the former, even under the pressure of impending death, found it hard to open up and ask Cang Xu for forgiveness.
At this critical moment, the ship ghost took the initiative to act as the intermediary.
He needed conflicts among his subordinates to solidify his own authority.
But at the same time, he needed them to “fight but not break,” ensuring conflicts didn’t escalate to a degree that would harm his personal interests.
So, the ship ghost proactively approached Cang Xu for negotiation.
Cang Xu quickly expressed that the ship ghost had a favor towards him, and there was no need for such a tone. Although he had conflicts with the Fin Spirit, since the ship ghost had spoken, it was no issue at all.
In his words, Cang Xu was sincere. He seemed to have completely forgotten the secret that the ship ghost had meddled with him, planting deadly traps.
The ship ghost was very satisfied with Cang Xu’s attitude.
Cang Xu had faith in the Mei Lan God, was both an undead mage and a follower of Mei Lan, practically riding two boats, and had been doing exceedingly well lately.
But the ship ghost always thought this was just on the surface. As long as he held the deadly switch, no matter how much Cang Xu jumped, he couldn’t escape his control. After all, his life was at the discretion of the ship ghost, so what was there to fear?
When Cang Xu was guiding the faith for the Fin Spirit, the Fishman youth also composed himself and came into the prayer room.
This period of recuperation had completely consumed the divine blessing from previous prayers.
“The concentration of the surging Fishman Bloodline increased from 79% to 86%, only a few steps away from the Legendary limit.”
The increase in bloodline concentration provided comprehensive assistance to the Fishman youth.
Not only did it help digest the obtained divine blessings faster, but also allowed the Fishman youth to bear more content from the divine blessing at once.
“As for divine grace, it has already surpassed 20,000.”
In fact, since the Fishman youth obtained the divine grace, it had been steadily increasing, never decreasing.
The duelists on Ice Sculpture Island were very frugal and meticulous in using divine grace on themselves. But the Fishman youth had so much divine grace in hand that he had no place to spend it.
He could conduct precise, targeted prayers without consuming divine grace to get what he wanted.
For the Fishman youth, the Meilan’s divine grace he possessed gradually became a mere number.
“Mei Lan God, my lord, I salute you.”
“You are the master of the domain of deception, making the sea your home. You hide the truth within endless fog, navigating skillfully between illusions and enchantments, as agile and mysterious as the tide.”
“You are the embodiment of lies and deception, bewildering all existences in the world.”
“Your followers here pray to you, asking for extraordinary promotion in fighting energy and mana, to make the Silver Level a thing of the past, and allow me to embrace the arrival of the Golden Level.”
“Mei Lan God, my lord, may your wisdom forever guide me, so that I may become part of your great endeavor.”
“Thank you for your continuous protection and care, Mei Lan God. Please let me break out of the cocoon and transform under your power…”
Boom!
The Fishman youth hadn’t finished praying when a majestic divine power appeared above his head.
The Mei Lan divine power transformed into a beam of light, larger by one-fifth compared to last time.
The light beam washed over the Fishman youth’s entire body, from head to toe.
The Fishman youth gritted his teeth, having to stop praying momentarily, focusing all his efforts on receiving the infusion of divine blessing.
He had plans with his blasphemous prayer, having three routes in total. After careful deliberation, he chose to play it safe and first upgrade his fighter and mage levels to Gold Level.
His current life level was Gold Level, thus the scope of divine power in his body was limited.
If he held Gold Level in fighter and mage levels, it would effectively balance against divine power. Additionally, by utilizing the Blood Core, he could transform into a Dragon-man shape, further resisting the subtle modifications divine power made to his body, mind, and soul.
The Fishman youth once considered prioritizing his ecclesiastical position. But recently, his dream frequency increased significantly, and every time he dreamed, from the depths of the vast whirlpool sea, he could see a shadow as huge as a mountain, it was getting closer.
After communicating with Cang Xu, the Fishman youth changed his plan, opting first for stability.
The divine power beam lasted longer than the previous time, around an additional three minutes.
After the beam completely dissipated, the Fishman youth knelt on the ground, exhausted, barely managing to stand up.
“This time, even before concluding my prayer words, I received the divine blessing.”
“Is the Mei Lan God… so eager?”
The Fishman youth’s face showed more surprise than joy.
Because this time, the divine blessing did not provide qualitative enhancements in fighting energy or mana, but rather an ecclesiastical position.
“I explicitly prayed for an upgrade in fighting energy, but instead, the promotion was in the divine office!”
“Divine Representative!”
“Did I actually skip over to become a Saint Heir?”