Xia Qingyang glanced at Song Huo and sensed his cultivation level...he had a strong blood evil aura. It was obvious that he had practiced the blood pool technique, and he had long been able to use the blood evil aura to suppress the cold poison.
He has been stuck in the cultivation of God. Is it because he is worried that he will suffer the backlash of resentment when he breaks through the divine void?
So he said with some temptation: "Master ordered me to collect the blood of Wuyu..."
Song Huo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked: "Do you have a way to get the blood of Wu Resentment?"
Xia Qingyang said: "My disciple manages a blood-producing Zhuangzi for Master outside Suqing City... But the Zhuangzi is not large enough and cannot meet Master's needs for the time being."
Song Huo pondered for a moment, he seemed a little melancholy?
Then he asked: "Then, does your master still need the blood of resentment?"
Xia Qingyang asked strangely: "I don't know about this, but my disciple guesses... the blood of no resentment must be more useful to the master than the blood of resentment."
Suddenly, he realized something.
Feeling the information conveyed by the wind, sensing the breath of more than three hundred lives imprisoned in this cottage cell... he understood something instantly.
He gritted his teeth secretly, and then said calmly: "Master needs a blood pool to suppress the tribulation energy, and the blood of resentment is only for drinking poison to quench thirst, which will make it more difficult for Master to overcome tribulation. This is a dead cycle... Master will always have to overcome it.
It will be more helpful to Master, or replacing all the blood in the blood pool with blood without resentment."
"This is just the disciple's wild guess. Knowing that Master was very anxious about this matter, he rushed to Senior Song Huo regardless of his injuries."
Song Huo nodded lightly and said: "Your guess is not unreasonable... So, we really should change our behavior."
After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly and sighed, showing some signs of exhaustion.
But the feeling of fatigue disappeared in an instant. He stood up and said: "Since Mr. Xue came in person regardless of his injury, Mr. Song should give his full cooperation."
"Master, please give me the order. Just tell Mr. Song how to do it, and Mr. Song will definitely do it for you."
Xia Qingyang was not busy talking about the people in the village, but instead asked about the situation in the mountain.
He asked: "Senior, do you know the form in this mountain?"
"How many strong men are there, and how many are innocent people?"
Song Huo nodded and said: "There are actually many villages in this mountain where refugees from the former dynasty live. They usually make a living by going into the mountains to hunt or farm in the mountains."
"And those who have become bandits are mostly controlled by various forces... There are even those who are secretly supported by the current Great Zhou Dynasty to specifically hunt down and kill these refugees from the previous dynasty."
"When the villages of the survivors of the previous dynasty are broken down, a large number of mountain people will scatter. This is the time for each village to get rich."
"Just like us, when a large stockade was breached earlier, we robbed more than 300 mountain people who were fleeing and were about to bleed them all to death..."
Xia Qingyang pondered for a while and said: "It's just that, it is not the blood without resentment that Master wants."
Song Huo nodded with understanding and said: "That's right. Now that your master wants the blood of No Resentment, these people will naturally be useless... But it seems a pity to deal with them all like this."
Xia Qingyang felt cold in his heart when he heard this. This member of the Demon Sect has indeed never taken the lives of ordinary people seriously.
While sighing secretly, he said in a deep voice: "Master wants blood without resentment, so we should change the way we do things."
He asked: "Senior, when you were arresting someone, were you ever more violent?"
Song Huo shook his head and said: "It would not reduce the quality of their blood. They have even provided delicious food and drink for these two days. We just wait for the ceremony to be ready and sacrifice them in the back mountain."
Xia Qingyang said calmly: "Then our conditions allow it, as long as the senior Blood Flag Village slightly changes its operating policy."
Song Huo frowned: "You mean, let our brothers in Blood Flag Village, who only know how to kill people, switch to opening a charity?"
There is a hint of ridicule in these words... Indeed, it seems a bit excessive for people born in the Demon Sect to do good deeds.
Xia Qingyang shook his head and said: "I have currently thought of three ways to harvest the blood of Wuyu. Please comment on them, seniors."
Song Huo waved his hand and said: "Since you are now a direct disciple of Xuechi, you can also call me uncle... You don't have to be too polite. I'm just your incompetent uncle. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Xia Qingyang nodded and said, "That's what I said, Master Song."
"The three methods mentioned by my disciple are not to ask my uncle and others to pretend to be good people and provide warmth to others."
"After all, what we are doing is harvesting blood. No matter how well we disguise it, once this purpose is exposed, it will definitely be regarded as having ulterior motives and make people fearful."
Song Huo nodded repeatedly when he heard this. It was obvious that he had not tried similar methods before.
Xia Qingyang said: "One of my three methods is to establish the 'Blood God Sect' and harvest the blood of believers in the name of faith... But we must also use secret methods to ensure the safety and well-being of believers so that this method can continue to be practiced."
Song Huo was furious when he heard this and said, "You might as well ask your brothers to do good deeds!"
"How much trouble does it take to create a religion?"
"What's more, now that the faiths of the four major continents in the ancient world are divided between Buddhism, Taoism and heaven, what if your religion comes out and attracts heavenly punishment?"
Xia Qingyang quickly lowered his head and said: "Yes, my uncle is right, he is my disciple Meng Lang."
Was he really careless?
No, it was just to test the position of his own demon sect in the world... Now he understood that his own demon sect was actually just lingering in the corner.
He then said: "The disciple has a second strategy here."
"How about we look for those secluded villages in the mountains and collect their blood in the name of providing protection?"
Song Huo was a little disappointed after hearing this and said: "I have also thought about this method, but it is a pity that the forced blood tax will inevitably make some people panic...Trouble aside, the quality of the collected blood cannot be guaranteed."
Xia Qingyang sighed quickly: "Uncle is the senior of Xuechi after all. His rich experience is much better than that of his disciple... Originally, the disciple thought that he was very witty, but when he met his uncle, he realized that he still lacked a lot."
Song Huo's face twitched, expressing his inner pleasure at this young disciple's words.
He said: "Okay, your master asked you to come to me, isn't it just to let me provide you with help and my experience? Is there a third way?"
Xia Qingyang smiled secretly in his heart, and then revealed his true intention...
He said: "In fact, I personally think that this third strategy is not very suitable..."
Song Huodao: "But it doesn't matter."
Xia Qingyang said: "That's it... use the power of Blood Flag Village to attack other mountain strongholds and rob those who were enslaved by other strongholds."
"These are the most miserable people in the world. Maybe what they want is to survive."
"They are used to the cruelest things, and they shouldn't feel too uncomfortable about our Blood Flag Village harvesting their blood... And on this basis, we only need to give them the external conditions to live in peace..."
"Disciple imagines that after at least two times, the blood collected should be almost free of resentment..."
"The worry is that after these people have been comfortable for a long time, I don't know whether they can still accept this situation, and whether their descendants are willing to accept regular blood tributes to us."
"There are also hidden dangers, that is, most of those copycats have backgrounds... If we attack too hastily, we may cause some trouble."
After hearing this, Song Huo suddenly stood up and walked back and forth... His expression became serious, and he began to consider the feasibility of such a thing.
No, it should be said that I started to consider whether I could bear that kind of pressure.
He has been living in Daqingshan for hundreds of years, why has he not considered similar ideas?
It was precisely because of his understanding of the various forces in the mountain that he quickly put such thoughts behind him... Without him, this matter would be a big trouble for him and even Mrs. Xuanyin.