Today, they too are going to their deaths.

In the villa where a battle had just taken place, the masked, black-robed "mentor" sat in the main seat, while his followers stared at the blood-stained wine glasses with expressions of fascination.

Is this creepy? This is incredibly creepy.

Although Cui Xun was the one who created this scene, he couldn't help but think, "This is a cult gathering." If Wang Yu were still here, he would definitely criticize him harshly, saying that he finally shed his aloof, arrogant, and domineering technician persona, but instead successfully transformed into a gloomy, light-phobic, middle-aged chuunibyou.

If he were to allow his followers to partake of his blood again, it feels as if a righteous ally would suddenly emerge from some hidden corner, shouting love and hope, and completely ruin his plans.

Therefore, Cui Xun decided to try correcting the art style.

He raised the goblet filled with blood, and the believers' eyes followed its movement as they watched Cui Xun lift it high and then turn it upside down.

However, the blood in the cup did not fall immediately; instead, it defied gravity and remained unchanged.

Only a long, thin line of blood hung down from the very center of the glass, as if the soul had traveled through a long tunnel and finally materialized, slowly gathering on the table to form a "coin".

Cui Xun held up the blood money and let it spin between his fingertips.

The believers, who were completely absorbed in the blood money, saw that one side of the blood money was printed with a snake's head that was about to devour its prey, and the other side was printed with a crossed warhammer and leaping flames.

"Blood is the currency of the soul; it can carry life, and it can also carry power."

Cui Xun muttered to himself as he slammed the blood money back onto the table.

He didn't know if others were in the same situation, but he was the strong one, and anyone who dared to contradict him would think about whether they were too weak.

"This is the extraordinary currency I created. It may be the only currency in the world that can directly buy health, longevity, and strength. And now, I will give you the mold to make this currency."

The blood money at Cui Xun's fingertips continued to split, generating a number of blood-red circular flakes equal to the number of believers present. These flakes slid towards the believers and landed in front of them.

Then, Cui Xun chuckled and ordered, "Inject your blood and spirit into the mold."

Spirituality is a mixture of life force and spirit; blood, according to what Cui Xun just said, is the currency of the soul.

To inject one's own spirituality and blood into a mold created by a mysterious powerful being—what difference is there between that and surrendering one's own life?

But the one who gives the choice is the respected "mentor"!

The fact that they were allowed to surrender their lives to Cui Xun was a higher form of trust, much like a king placing a sword on a knight's shoulder to test his loyalty.

They were so touched that they didn't want to refuse!

It was definitely not because they were worried that if they recklessly resisted, they might be killed on the spot, and they wanted to show others the consequences of resistance.

And so, moved believers poured their blood and spirituality into the mold. They almost exhausted most of their spirituality to create a standard-sized blood money.

Then, to their surprise, they discovered that they were able to draw spirituality from the blood money that was generated!

In their view, nothing can store spirituality, just as you can't put your thoughts into a bottle and take them out when you need them.

The ability to store spirituality represents a revolutionary change to existing supernatural systems.

Depleting one's spiritual energy brings intense fatigue. If more than 80% of one's spiritual energy is depleted at the beginning of the day, the rest of the day is essentially wasted, and one is unable to do anything else.

To replenish their spirituality, they need a good night's sleep. However, fatigue caused by depleted spirituality not only fails to help them sleep but can also lead to headaches, physical discomfort, and other problems, making it difficult for them to fall asleep peacefully.

While meditation replenishes spirituality, it also exposes us to the problem of fatigue, and most believers merely know how to meditate. After all, if one only wants to master the secrets of the serpent, cross the threshold of the extraordinary, and become a high-ranking believer, then there is no need to be proficient in meditation.

Only a small number of seasoned believers are able to meditate quickly anytime, anywhere, in order to replenish their spiritual energy after it has been depleted. Only these veteran believers can meditate when they are extremely exhausted.

Now, being able to replenish their spirituality with blood money means that their peak period is greatly extended, allowing them to use the secret arts of the serpent more flexibly and easily maintain a balance between consumption and reserves.

If they're not mistaken, they could even use the blood money to temporarily break through their spiritual limits and unleash a deadly attack that they normally can't even use!

But if blood money can be traded...

The believers looked at the blood money in each other's hands, and they instinctively felt that they could take the spirituality of others and make it their own without any loss.

The technology created by the "mentor" holds a position in the extraordinary realm that is comparable to the steam engine in the technological world! This is an invention capable of changing the times!

Cui Xun was also surprised. At first, he felt that his blood was a little "hungry" after leaving his body. In addition to other people's blood, he might need spiritual power to "refuel" it. He never thought that his blood could be used to carry spiritual power.

No, it can't be called bearing. For Cui Xun, it felt more like absorbing something but not consuming it, and instead allowing others to use it.

In fact, with just a thought, he could forcibly seize the spirituality stored in the blood from the holder, or even remotely control the blood money and use a large amount of blood money as a medium to directly devour the holder.

The abilities taken from the monster are even stronger than Cui Xun imagined. Not only can it use its own parts to make special items, but it can also use its detached tissues to prey on other creatures. It can consume spiritual energy, and it may even be able to prey on souls.

If the monster had won, he might have even had his soul devoured.

So, could the secret art of snakes be bait released by the snake worship cult in this world?

In Cui Xun's personal opinion, those who practice the Serpent Secret Technique might find it easier to consume others because they are of the same lineage, but overall, the Serpent Secret Technique should not have any backdoors, at least not as convenient as his Blood Money.

Cui Xun suppressed the agitation in his heart, looked at everyone, and introduced the effects of the blood money: "You have all personally experienced the function of storing spirituality in this blood money made from blood and spirituality. Now, let's try its second function."

"Now, who is willing to hand over their blood money to me?"

The believers almost instinctively felt reluctant, after all, things that could store spirituality were extremely rare, and handing over the blood money that stored their spirituality was almost like handing over their souls.

Only the senior believer who had surrendered first decisively offered his blood money at this moment, even showing a fawning smile: "It is my honor to be the first to offer blood money to the 'Mentor'."

Cui Xun accepted the blood money from the senior believer, pretending to look at it, while silently thinking to unlock the other functions of the blood money and incidentally turn it into a rose gold color.

Everyone held their breath as they stared at the discolored blood money. They guessed that this precious blood money must have a function even more powerful than storing spiritual energy, and secretly regretted not obeying the order immediately.

Cui Xun threw the "Refined Blood Coin" at the senior believer and commanded, "Eat this Refined Blood Coin."

Veteran believers swallowed the "refined blood money" without hesitation.

He could feel a warm current flowing through his body, making his spirituality more active and even penetrating deep into his body, causing incredible changes to him.

The veteran believer felt completely relaxed. The old wounds from being shot years ago, the discomfort accumulated from long-term overeating, and the exhaustion caused by his indulgence in women were all swept away at this moment.

This feeling was completely different from the usual secret medicine. It didn't just make him stronger, but also made up for all his shortcomings and gave him a new life.

He felt as healthy and strong as he had been when he had just learned the secrets of the snake.

The once ruthless and vicious believer, even if he barely managed to maintain his condition with the secret medicine, has ultimately been defeated by time and lost the sharpness of his youth. When faced with a powerful enemy, he will decisively choose to surrender.

But the refined blood money overcame the marks that time had left on him, rekindled his passion, and even made him stronger!

The senior believer could hardly contain his urge to display his power, but he knew exactly who had bestowed this gift upon him, and he patiently awaited Cui Xun's next command.

Cui Xun teased, "How does it feel, Coleman? Perhaps you should show the other church members your current physical abilities? Start with a 720-degree spin followed by a one-handed handstand, then climb the pillar on your toes."

Although other believers did not quite understand the situation, there is no shortage of onlookers, regardless of the era, country, or group of people. Therefore, all the believers looked at the senior believers with expectant eyes.

The veteran believer's expression froze. He felt he was very strong, but wasn't this difficulty a bit too high?

But this is Cui Xun's order!

Do it now? A giant spin followed by a handstand and then climbing a pillar with your toes?

The senior believer looked at his shoes and seriously considered what to do.

Cui Xun chuckled and changed his tune, saying, "Alright, just kidding. Coleman, do a handstand."

The veteran believer breathed a sigh of relief.

He stepped back a few paces, found an open space, and then, this middle-aged man, who hadn't done any deep training in a long time, put his hands on the ground and propped himself up.

He started with both palms, then one palm, and then reduced his fingers one by one until finally he supported himself with just one index finger, rising and falling continuously.

What incredible strength and balance!

Other believers could hardly believe that the person making such a gesture was a middle-aged man.

Cui Xun clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Not bad, you've managed to unleash the power of the refined blood coin. Now, tell me, how much power has this refined blood coin granted you?"

The senior believer landed lightly, stood up, and sat back down. His breathing was perfectly even, as if everything that had just happened had not taken any of his energy.

In fact, he did feel that his physical strength was inexhaustible, and that he could even heal himself from injuries.

Perhaps, it really can be cured?

The experienced believer did not hesitate to cast a spell on his other hand.

His skin was pulled by the power of "molting" and forcibly torn off, but the pain from being mutated by refined blood money did not change his expression. He could even continue to use "activity" and forcibly twist his hand bones into a ball.

Then, the warm current in his body rushed to the injured area, allowing the bones to return to their original position and new skin to grow on the spot.

The believers gasped in shock. They had not only never expected that refined blood money could provide such powerful healing, but they also never expected that a senior believer could be so ruthless to himself.

The veteran believer was quite pleased with everyone's amazement, especially their amazement at him, which ultimately all pointed to Cui Xun, giving him a sense of exhilaration as a messenger of a great man.

I serve the esteemed Master, and I can carry out His instructions without hesitation. I am superior to you fools and closer to His existence!

Perhaps at the beginning, he was only feigning loyalty, but after offering his spirituality and letting Cui Xun's blood enter his body, and truly enjoying this power, an indelible mark was quietly etched into the depths of his heart without him even realizing it.

The senior believer addressed the other believers with great enthusiasm: "Refined Blood Money, this great power originating from the Master, can make us young again, extend our lifespan, strengthen our physique, and provide us with an additional powerful and continuous restorative force."

"Its effects are better than any secret medicine, and it even made up for the fatigue caused by the depletion of my spiritual energy, allowing me to regain the vigor of my youth. This continuous restorative power is equivalent to having an extra life, and its value is only..."

The senior believer looked at Cui Xun, and the other believers also turned their gazes away.

Initially, Cui Xun thought this would improve the strength of the believers and make them more efficient. He didn't want to create any exploitative system, so he charged a small handling fee, exchanging a few blood coins for one refined blood coin, which made people feel that this was a high-level currency. However, facing the eager gazes of the crowd, he couldn't help but raise the price.

"Ten Blood Coins, exchange them for one Refined Blood Coin."

The believers gasped in unison once again, followed by a torrent of praise directed at Cui Xun.

"Dear mentor, you are a true gentleman. I never expected such a generous exchange rate."

"My mentor's kindness to me surpasses that of my parents. Please allow me to offer you my highest respect."

"You are as generous as the sun in the sky, showering us with immortal power."

Cui Xun suspected that even if he said that one hundred blood coins could be exchanged for one refined blood coin, these people would still think it was a good deal.

Blood money, as a unique superhuman equivalent that directly addresses the greatest current need of these superhumans, seems to have truly mobilized the enthusiasm of these lazy superhumans.

So, they must know what they should do.

Cui Xun asked, "Now that you have witnessed the power of blood money, tell me how you plan to obtain it."

"Strive to accumulate spirituality and create your own blood money?" "Complete the tasks you've assigned?" "Help Ms. Doreen fulfill her wish?"

The voices of the believers rose and fell, each seemingly having its own logic, but the veteran believers understood that none of this was what Cui Xun wanted.

He waited until the sound faded before pointing out Cui Xun's true goal: "We want to popularize the secret art of the snake, so that more people can learn it. Then we will have our apprentices provide blood money to help us exchange for refined blood money and become stronger."

"The stronger our educational capabilities, the more apprentices we have, and the more money we make, the stronger we become!"

Driven by profit, popularizing power seems to have become an inevitable choice, and refining blood money has become the most basic labor for superhumans.