On the neon street, Ozu Tetsuya tightened his clothes and looked at everyone around him with cautious eyes.
After confirming that there were no followers around, Otake Tetsuya quickly rushed towards an unusually low-key private house.
After entering the house, Otake Tetsuya breathed a sigh of relief obviously.
When he came to the bathroom and looked at the familiar face in the mirror that had obviously matured a lot, Otake Tetsuya had a gloomy look on his face:
"Damn woman!"
"If she hadn't come up to kill me, I wouldn't have been exposed so quickly!"
"Can't you just give me a little time? Just give me half a month more and I can become a saint!"
"When the time comes, it will be easy to cooperate with the country or build your own power."
When he thought of Yuriko's blazing sword wind full of murderous intent, Otake Tetsuya's face turned ugly.
Yuriko's power exceeded Tetsuya Otake's expectations, so much so that he had to use his own containment to push his power to the peak of Sequence Seven in one night.
Although he successfully repelled the woman, Otake Tetsuya himself was now exposed.
"No, I must become a saint before those people discover me!"
"Now that all the medicinal residues in my body have been digested, it's time to prepare the saint potion."
When he thought of the batch of supplies he had robbed from the ship, Otake Tetsuya's face looked much better.
The price I paid for that batch of supplies was too high.
Now I must become a saint as soon as possible. Only by becoming a saint can I control my own destiny.
Realizing that the authorities were targeting him, Ozhu Tetsu, who was anxious, quickly began to prepare the tools for refining the potion.
But at this moment, Otake Tetsuya's movements suddenly stopped.
The keen intuition of the Sequence 7 martial artist made him feel like his hair was standing on end, as if someone was secretly harboring ill intentions toward him.
Although his martial arts aura did not detect the presence of others in the dark, that instinctive intuition still made Otake Tetsuya feel solemn.
"Already here?"
Otake Tetsuya's eyes flashed, but there was no pause in the movements of his hands.
He deliberately skipped the materials he needed and used some materials he didn't need to start preparing the potion.
After a moment, a potion emitting a strange light and aura appeared in the test tube in his hand.
"Martial Saint Potion!"
"If I take it, the Qi in my body will further transform, directly affecting my life level."
Looking at the potion in his hand that was not the Martial Saint Potion at all, Otake Tetsuya deliberately showed an excited expression on his face.
But soon, he shook his head:
"No... To make sure everything is safe, I have to use that thing."
"The holy water boiled by that thing can definitely cleanse the unknown ingredients in the potion, allowing me to become a saint as quickly as possible."
While muttering to himself, Otake Tetsuya placed the medicine on the shelf on the table. Then he went to the kitchen, skillfully turned on the gas stove, and began to boil water in a dark iron pot.
As Otake Tetsuya walked towards the kitchen, a pair of dark red eyes slowly lit up in the shadows.
While Otake Tetsuya was no longer around, the ninja who melted into the shadow subconsciously went to get the potion on the table.
However, before he could take action, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"Don't act rashly, our target is the containment object."
"The country has enough resources to cultivate saints, but not everyone is qualified to become a saint."
"As long as we get that containment item that can quickly digest the remaining medicinal properties, you also have a chance to become a saint."
Hearing that cold voice, the ninja couldn't help but pause, and then disappeared into the shadows again.
After boiling the water, Ozhu Zhe came out of the kitchen with a black pot and glanced vaguely at the motionless potion on the table, his eyes flashing.
"As expected, you are here for my baby."
The murderous intention flashed away, and then Tetsuya Otake showed an excited expression on his face and said to himself:
"With this precious holy water boiled by consuming my lifespan, I should be able to become a saint soon, right?"
With an anxious look on his face, Ozhuzhe seemed to be impatient.
It wasn't until the water turned cold that Otake Tetsuya drank the entire pot of water, then picked up the potion on the table and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.
"ah!"
After entering the potion, Tetsuya Otake's expression suddenly changed, and he let out a painful roar.
Visible to the naked eye, there were exaggerated, squirming bulges inside his body.
Under the severe pain, Dazhuzhe, who was trembling all over, sat down with difficulty, sitting cross-legged on the ground in a posture of inadvertently facing the sky, as if he was practicing some kind of skill.
"Do it!"
In the shadows, a cold voice sounded, and then an illusory snow girl appeared out of thin air.
As the snow girl appeared, frost visible to the naked eye covered the entire room and spread rapidly towards Otake Tetsuya.
Then a ninja in the shadow turned into a shadow and killed Otake Tetsuya.
"Who!"
Otake Tetsuya's face showed an expression of shock and anger, and when he raised his hand, a surging shock wave hit the ninja.
The martial arts qi is very similar to the qi of the mind, but it does not have the strong plasticity of the qi of the mind.
One after another, the martial arts master's energy was filled with overbearing power, and as soon as it was released, lightning even appeared in the void.
The terrifying power directly penetrated the house, and the arrogant ninja was also directly blown away.
At this moment, a slender figure, whose whole body was obviously shrouded in shikigami, suddenly appeared in the room.
Looking at the iron pot placed on the table, the figure waved in the air, and the iron pot appeared in his hand.
"Put it down!"
Seeing the iron pot being taken away, even though he had felt the infinitely terrifying and powerful aura from that person, Ozu Tetsuya still rushed towards that person with eyes wide open.
"Things like ants!"
The saint-level Onmyoji looked at him coldly, and with just a raise of his hand, eight wind dragons roared out, blasting the entire house to pieces.
Exposed to the saint's attack, Otake Tetsuya's body was covered with ferocious scars.
Saints and Sequence Seven are not in the same realm at all.
"roar!"
Ozhu Tetsuya growled, his eyes showing a scarlet light, full of animalistic nature.
Looking at the Onmyoji in fear, Otake Tetsuya ran towards the distance like a wild beast with only instincts left.
The Onmyoji glanced at him coldly and whispered:
"A poor guy who is about to go crazy will be left to you to deal with."
"I must leave with the containment items now, otherwise when those old guys react, nothing will happen to me."
With that said, the Onmyoji's figure rose into the sky and left here directly.