Seeing Hosta’s appearance, Wen Wen sighed, “I hated your expression before, but your current look makes me hate you even more… A true pervert can still smile in this situation.”
Hosta forced a smile at Wen Wen, one that looked uglier than a cry.
Wen Wen shook his head again, “Smiling like that is wrong, let me help you.”
He extended two fingers and shoved them directly into Hosta’s mouth. With a gentle upward pull of his fingers, the sharp blade sliced open the skin of his mouth.
“There… now you can smile forever, how beautiful.”
Hosta, his smile forcibly held by Wen Wen, was in so much pain he was close to passing out. Rage threatened to consume him, but he kept it all hidden deep inside.
“Tsk, it’s getting late, I won’t play with you anymore, it’s time for the real business.”
Before Hosta could react, Wen Wen swiftly brought down his hand, and a palm flew through the air, grasped in Wen Wen’s hand.
The markings belonging to two people on Hosta’s back were transferred to Wen Wen’s hand.
Wen Wen nodded with satisfaction. There were eleven markings in total, and now Wen Wen’s left hand bore six, more than half.
Wen Wen had previously absorbed the markings of Ye Wen, Li Natuo, and Tao Qingqing. Together with Sifou’ermo and Lin Zhe Yuan, that made up the eleven.
Wen Wen considered the sensation of absorbing markings previously and felt that after absorbing all of them, his strength might break through to the next realm.
After securing the markings, to conceal the truth from Windsor, Wen Wen did not kill Hosta, merely knocked him unconscious.
However, after Hosta fell unconscious, Wen Wen added a small safeguard on him, implanting the facility’s chains.
In Wen Wen’s opinion, this safeguard was necessary, as Hosta, despite his twisted personality, was a genius.
After having his mouth cut, he might very well turn completely dark, and his strength could potentially increase tenfold or even a hundredfold upon returning.
But these chains would remain hidden within him like nails. The stronger Hosta became, the more useful he would be to Wen Wen.
If, one day, Hosta were to have a change of heart and become Wen Wen’s enemy again, he would then experience true suffering…
Having completed all this, Wen Wen leaped out of the cave and landed before Ye Wen and the others.
The White Dragon was wrapped around Sifou’ermo, looking battered, but given the physique of a flood dragon, the scales that fell would grow back soon enough.
Sifou’ermo handed a cigarette to the White Dragon while asking Wen Wen curiously:
“Where did those two True Sequence cultivators who were playing… playing so well, come from?”
“And that Disaster level expert, that’s ‘Black Cross,’ right? Why would he come out to help us?”
From Sifou’ermo’s perspective, Xue Jiu Yi and Landas the Ghost Shadow were somewhat lacking, taking hits the entire time.
Wen Wen cleared his throat, “Those two True Sequence experts, I met them at the Big Wave Club. They were warm-hearted and chivalrous. Upon hearing of the disgraceful actions of the Glorious Church, they decided to lend me a hand.”
“As for Mr. ‘Black Cross,’ he is the Disaster level behind the SRS Foundation. We are allies with the Hunter Association, and he himself is a righteous and brave hero who despises evil, which is why he came to our aid.”
Sifou’ermo and the others were unaware of Wen Wen’s relationship with the Foundation, so they naturally found Wen Wen’s explanation reasonable and put the matter out of their minds.
Afterward, Wen Wen wasted no time and said to the two, “Both of you, extend your hands. I will help you remove the markings of the Cup of Divine Blood. Leaving this thing for too long might leave hidden dangers.”
The two of them had seen the markings on Ye Wen’s hand disappear, so they knew Wen Wen possessed this ability.
Wen Wen easily absorbed the marking on Sifou’ermo’s hand. The pure power nourished Wen Wen’s body, causing Wen Wen’s face to flush and him to let out a soft moan while holding Sifou’ermo’s hand.
This scene made Ye Wen’s eyes gleam; she seemed to have discovered a secret.
Why didn’t Wen Wen have this reaction when he removed the marking from her? Was he taking advantage of Sifou’ermo?
It must be that!
Lin Zhe Yuan, on the other hand, felt extremely uncomfortable, goosebumps rising all over him. Two grown men holding hands, and making such suspicious expressions.
Since when did Wen Wen have this peculiar habit? He didn’t want to betray his wife…
But in reality, they were all overthinking it. Wen Wen’s reaction was not because he liked Sifou’ermo’s hand; the guy was covered in sweat and hair, so who would like it?
It was the work of the Cup of Divine Blood. It was unwilling to have its power absorbed like this, and it was contending with the facility’s power within Wen Wen’s body, thus creating this suspicious scene.
However, the resistance of a single wisp of power was futile, so the marking on Sifou’ermo’s hand was still absorbed.
Wen Wen grabbed Lin Zhe Yuan, who was extremely reluctant, and placed his right hand over his, beginning to absorb the power of the Cup of Divine Blood.
Beside them, Sifou’ermo gently rubbed his own hand.
He once had a best friend, closer than family, an old Chinese doctor who could crush skulls with his bare hands.
Ever since that old Chinese doctor died, no one had been this close to him. Could this uncanny detective…
Sifou’ermo violently shook his head, dispelling those disturbing thoughts. What was he even thinking?
All of this was seen by Ye Wen, whose mind had already concocted an eighteen-thousand-word novel, and she had even thought of a title.
It would be called… “Forbidden Love: The Lost Detective and the Sinister Enigmatic Investigator.”
Wen Wen was naturally unaware of what was going on in Ye Wen’s little head; he was focused on absorbing the power from Lin Zhe Yuan’s hand.
After the marking on Lin Zhe Yuan’s hand disappeared, a sudden change occurred.
The six markings on Wen Wen’s hand, combined with this one from Lin Zhe Yuan, seven streams of power converged and began to jointly resist the facility’s power.
The immense impact forced Wen Wen to immediately sit cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to endure the surge of power.
Wen Wen’s actions were essentially uprooting the Cup of Divine Blood, so the Cup of Divine Blood could not help but resist.
But this resistance was ultimately futile. Wen Wen’s hands were both equipped with Disaster Gauntlets, so when it chose to reside in Wen Wen’s left hand, the outcome was already decided.
Wen Wen’s left Disaster Gauntlet also unleashed a surge of power, gently pushing the Cup of Divine Blood’s power from behind.
Originally, the Disaster Right Hand was pulling, while the Cup of Divine Blood was pushing outward. But at this moment, a force from behind the Cup of Divine Blood appeared, breaking the balance.
During this process, Wen Wen’s appearance was terrifying. A giant phantom image of the Cup of Divine Blood materialized behind him, emanating an ominous aura.
Sifou’ermo and the others watched Wen Wen anxiously, fearing that Wen Wen would suddenly lose control.
Although taking on some risk, Wen Wen also gained immense rewards.
After digesting the full power of the Cup of Divine Blood, Wen Wen discovered that his Black Body power had significantly increased!
He was now only one step away from reaching the True Sequence level!
Once he found another opportunity, Wen Wen would undergo a qualitative transformation.
At that point, Wen Wen would be able to use the power of the Disaster Warden in the outside world, becoming a legitimate Disaster-level expert!
While Wen Li sought disaster-level power and created the heavenly disaster on the Green Ridge Plateau, Wen Wen only needed to reach the True Sequence realm to obtain this power. It truly showed how different everyone’s fortunes were.
Just as he was feeling pleased, Wen Wen’s expression changed, and he prepared to bolt.
Sifou’ermo grabbed him, “People from the Glorious Church are here, what are you afraid of? While you were meditating, I’ve already reported this location to the East Oil Hunter General Association.”
“Someone will come to pick us up then. The Glorious Church is not in the right, they wouldn’t dare do anything to us.”
Wen Wen gave a nervous chuckle. Sifou’ermo certainly wasn’t afraid.
But Wen Wen was arguably the culprit who had turned this place into a mess. Even if the other party didn’t know it was him, he didn’t want to stay here any longer.
Not for a second!
“Ahem, well, I have an urgent matter. I’ll be leaving now, let’s keep in touch in the future…”
Wen Wen forcibly pried Sifou’ermo’s hand away and snapped his fingers. A blue light flashed, and he instantly vanished from their sight.
Sifou’ermo and the others exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding why Wen Wen was in such a hurry to escape.
Two minutes after Wen Wen left, a large number of clergy members of various ranks surrounded Sifou’ermo and the others.
Leading them was an archbishop with a receding hairline, possessing True Sequence level strength.
The archbishop adopted a posture of seeking an explanation, angrily declaring to the group:
“We have always respected the Hunter Association, but we never expected the Hunter Association to treat us like this.”
“You demon hunters have caused immense destruction within the Holy City, resulting in countless innocent lives lost, and you have also destroyed several thousand-year-old ruins!”
“For such actions, we will never forgive. Accept God’s punishment.”
The bald archbishop knew exactly what had happened here, but he had to pin the blame on the demon hunters.
According to the news that came from inside, all five white-robed priests had failed, the Purifier Angel was missing, and the Sacred Beast was heavily injured.
The Glorious Church had paid too great a price in this contest for the Cup of Divine Blood, and most importantly, their wish had not been granted.
They had to at least secure the Cup of Divine Blood to ensure that their wish, the only correct one, could be granted in the next contest.
Therefore, until the Cup of Divine Blood was found, none of these demon hunters could be let go.
Sifou’ermo opened the small pouch he carried, took out a hard drive from it, and showed it to the bald archbishop.
The bald archbishop blinked in surprise, “What is that?”
Sifou’ermo shrugged, “Due to getting lost, I hardly fought during the entire contest, so I took some time to conduct some investigations.”
“This contains your Glorious Church’s involvement in the contest for the Cup of Divine Blood, and it also records some battle scenes. This is enough proof that this matter has nothing to do with us; it was all your own doing.”