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Chapter 224 Underworld School, Blood Sacrifice

As they passed several classrooms, the scene they saw was one of teachers and students conducting normal classes, but everything seemed rigid and procedural.

Wu Chang, Li Zhonghe, and the others couldn't help but frown slightly.

Finally, Li Zhonghe said:

"Your Majesty, is it not quite right to have students studying here?"

I just feel...

"Weird!"

The dynasty spoke the words he had not said aloud.

"Yes, something just doesn't feel right!"

"Hehe, the teachers, students and staff here are all manifestations of positive human nature and will not have a negative impact on people."

Moreover, the teachers, students, and staff who evolved in the school are precisely the bodies they descended to in the celestial realm.

Once they have condensed and evolved their own personalities, these spiritual avatars can even be completely refined by them, forming a special avatar for them to roam the immortal realm.

"Oh! When does it start?"

Although he still had some doubts, Li Zhonghe could only suppress them since the dynasty had said so, and instead asked when the new teaching experiment would begin.

"Once you have completed the compilation of the spell courses that students need to learn, you can select schools to conduct pilot programs."
Prior to that, some prisoners could also be selected for further experiments.

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts stirred.

Indeed, although this world was created and developed by the Emperor, they felt that there would be no problems.

However, this concerns the future of countless students and even the nation, so no amount of caution is too much.

It's always better to use prisoners for experiments than to let students try them directly.

Even Li Changhe, the Imperial Academy Chancellor who cultivated literary skills, remained silent and did not object.

Those who are promoted by the dynasty, even if they are relatively old-fashioned, are by no means pedantic or stubborn. They know when to make the right choice.

After the dynasty granted them permission to freely enter and exit the immortal realm, the group returned to the East Warm Pavilion in the real world.

Then they took the complete encyclopedia of magic compiled by the dynasty and went back to discuss the magic courses to be studied at the school.

After everyone left, Wang Chao looked again at the school they had just visited, then turned his gaze to the location corresponding to the Underworld.

It's the same school.

However, this school was no longer filled with the white aura of learning; instead, it was shrouded in a gray and black atmosphere. Although the school's buildings were all newly built, they now appeared dilapidated and ancient, as if they had been there for decades or even centuries.

The sound of students reading aloud carried an eerie and sinister undertone, echoing eerily throughout the campus like a soul-reaping siren from hell.

The security guard at the school gate still had the same expressionless face, but with an eerie and sinister air about him, as if he would pounce on anyone who tried to break into the school and tear them to pieces.

The school's discipline teacher walked past each classroom with a chilling gaze. If he found a student violating the rules, he would pounce on them instantly, grab their head, and crush it with a bang.

Then he leisurely left.

After a long while, the student whose head had been crushed regained his strength and manifested once more.

If the schools in the celestial realm represent the evolution of relatively positive forces, with an order that tends towards reality...

The school of the underworld is where negative forces evolve; all the spiritual incarnations are filled with negative emotions.

The order is still the same as the order in a real school, but the consequences of violating the order are much more severe, with things like being blown up or dismembered at the drop of a hat.

The dynasty has not yet figured out how to use these schools in the underworld, so it can only put them aside for now.

We can't possibly let those students go to schools like that, can we?
Are the students who graduate from these schools all a bunch of weirdos?

Shaking his head, Wang Chao continued to focus on handling state affairs.

For the next two weeks, everything was calm and peaceful within the territory of the Celestial Empire.

Of course, things were peaceful within China's borders, but the borders and neighboring countries were far from tranquil.

It could even be described as a constant state of conflict, especially in the northeast and west.

Of course, it basically involved the Celestial Empire's army constantly launching attacks and occupying regions that had existed since ancient times.

At the very least, shouldn't we take back the territory formerly occupied by the Ming Dynasty?
Before this, the Chinese army could attack neighboring countries without even needing a pretext.

They are reclaiming territory, not attacking another country.

The wars and conflicts only occurred because other countries prevented the Chinese army from reclaiming territory.

In the northeast direction, they have completely occupied Guangningwei and are directly threatening Haizhouwei and Gaizhouwei.

Faced with the aggressive advance of the Celestial Empire's army, the Qing army had absolutely no options and could only retreat again and again.

However, Qing generals were also considering solutions.

The primary focus is essentially on shamanism, where shamans worship deities and seek their blessings.

In a forest east of Gaizhouwei, a Qing army of two thousand men was stationed. Every one of them exuded a bloodthirsty aura, like a group of hellish demons.

Above their heads, a blood-red snake faintly appeared.

In a mountain valley, a group of ragged refugees, numbering about seven or eight thousand, gathered, looking anxiously at the guards around them.

On a mountain peak, a Qing army general coldly looked at the refugees below and spoke in a cold tone.

"Moorish Shaman, are you sure that by sacrificing these lowly people, we can fight against the Celestial Empire's army?"

"General, rest assured, after Liu Xian devours this batch of blood food, she will surely be able to advance further and grant the soldiers even greater power."

At that time, the generals will form a military formation and may even be able to summon the Willow Fairy to descend.

Although the Heavenly Dynasty's army was indeed powerful, it was still inevitably inferior to immortals like Liu Xian.

They just haven't grown up yet.

However, after consuming these offerings, they will undoubtedly rise to a level unattainable by the Celestial Empire's army.

The Moorish shaman's eyes, looking down at the refugees, were filled with excitement and aversion, devoid of any pity or sympathy. It was as if the seven or eight thousand refugees in the valley below were nothing more than a group of livestock sacrifices.

"it is good!"

The Qing general nodded, and then loudly gave the order.

"Fire arrows!"

"whoosh whoosh"

In an instant, the Qing troops surrounding the mountain valley unleashed a barrage of arrows, instantly covering the seven or eight thousand refugees below.

"Ah~!"

"Help!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Damn you Tartar dogs, I'll haunt you even in death!"

"Damn Jurchens!"

In an instant, curses and screams filled the air.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the sounds in the mountain valley gradually subsided, leaving only a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, along with a thick, pungent smell of blood rising into the sky.

"Splash! Splash!"

The next instant, a crashing sound came from the forest on the left, with rocks rolling and vegetation breaking.

A moment later, a giant blood-red python, over ten zhang long, swiftly swam out.

Upon seeing the blood-red giant python, the more than two thousand Qing soldiers around them immediately showed fanaticism. If it weren't for military discipline, they probably would have already knelt on the ground and cried out for Liu Xian.

Streams of spiritual energy began to rise from the people, slowly converging on the blood snake above their heads. After being transformed, they surged towards the blood-red python.

After absorbing this power, the crimson python's eyes became even more agile, and it also became even more bloodthirsty.

After all, having witnessed countless blood sacrifices to the Crimson Python, many Qing soldiers believed that the Crimson Python was inherently bloodthirsty and craved blood.

Naturally, these thoughts and ideas of the crowd, along with the spiritual power they emitted, gradually merged into the blood snake above their heads and into the crimson python.

Therefore, the blood-red python that devoured everyone's spiritual power became even more spiritual and bloodthirsty.

Of course, the Qing soldiers with blood-red snakes on their heads were not much better off. Their minds were also being gradually influenced and distorted, and their bloodlust was slowly rising.

"sizzle"

After appearing at the edge of the ravine, the blood-red python hissed and flicked its tongue in the direction of the Morshaman.

The Moorish shaman's ears twitched, as if he had heard the message conveyed by the crimson python. His smile widened, and he said to the Qing army general beside him:

"General, Liu Xian said that he will definitely break through this time and grant the soldiers even greater power."

"it is good!"

The Qing general's lips curled into a cold smile, revealing his hatred and fear of the Celestial Empire's army.

During this period, the Celestial Empire's army launched continuous attacks, and the Qing army suffered defeat in every battle. Even when the Qing forces were outnumbered tenfold, they were still relentlessly pursued and beaten by the Celestial Empire's army.

If the Celestial Empire hadn't just occupied the Ming Dynasty and couldn't spare so many troops, they probably would have already pressed in with a large army and driven them back to the deep mountains and forests.

Naturally, all the Qing generals were filled with hatred for the Celestial Empire's army, as well as a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.

On the other side, after transmitting the information, the blood-red giant python slowly lowered its head and looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in the ravine.

"sizzle"

In an instant, a cloud of blood-red mist surged from the giant blood-red serpent into the mountain valley.

"chichichi"

The crimson mist seemed to possess extremely strong corrosive properties. After enveloping the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below, a violent corrosive sound instantly rang out.

As time passed, the endless blood and corpses rapidly dissolved, turning into patches of crimson mist.

Within the crimson mist, twisted and struggling human phantoms continuously emerged, their spiritual power shaking heaven and earth, and boundless cosmic energy rapidly converging and merging into the crimson mist.

Finally, the valley below was filled with an extremely dense, almost tangible, blood-red mist, which flowed like a sea of ​​blood.

Then, the blood-red python inhaled forcefully.

In an instant, the blood mist flowed back and poured into the body of the blood-red giant python.

"boom!"

Instantly, the aura emanating from the crimson python began to surge rapidly, and its size increased at a visible rate.

In the end, the crimson mist was completely devoured, leaving only a pile of white bones.

"Shout!"

The crimson python let out a sudden roar, which was no longer just a snake's cry, but also carried a hint of a ferocious beast's howl.

The crimson python twisted its body as it moved among the boulders, shedding a huge snakeskin. Its already crimson body became even more vivid, and its size more than doubled, reaching at least twenty zhang in length.

Then, the crimson python raised its head high and swept its gaze over the Moorish shaman and the surrounding Qing soldiers.

"Liu Xian! Liu Xian!!"

Led by the Moorish shaman, many Qing soldiers knelt down and shouted fervently, even the Qing generals were no exception.

Unlike the fervor of the crowd, he still held firm to his own principles: first and foremost, he was loyal to the Qing Dynasty and to Huang Taiji, and only secondly did he believe in the Blood Python.

This is less a belief and more a transaction.

The crimson python provides power, and he is responsible for conquering cities and territories, as well as providing food.

As the crowd kowtowed and knelt in worship, countless spiritual entities converged, transforming into a bond connecting the numerous Qing soldiers with the blood-red giant python.

The spiritual energy converged towards the crimson python, while the python's power, carrying immense cosmic energy, flowed back towards the numerous Qing soldiers, strengthening them.

(End of this chapter)