Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1283 Nine-Bend Dragon-Trapping Formation

"Master, what do you think of this boy?"

The high priest suddenly asked Jiang Xiaochuan a question, clearly already regarding him as the true leader of the cult.

Jiang Xiaochuan did not refute this, as he had already become a thorn in Tang Jie's side.

Why not take advantage of this cheap title of cult leader? At least it can provide temporary protection through the high priest's influence.

He looked Wuyou up and down and saw that the boy's eyes were clean and pure, without any impurities. He sincerely praised him, saying, "He has outstanding talent and a stable temperament. He is a good prospect."

"The cult leader has a discerning eye."

A look of delight flashed in the high priest's eyes, and he pressed his advantage, saying, "Since you also approve, I intend to have him succeed as the next high priest. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, not only was Jiang Xiaochuan stunned, but even the grandmasters kneeling on the ground were startled and looked up sharply, exchanging surprised and uncertain glances.

The lineage of the High Priests—how sacred it is!

For thousands of years, all have been rigorously selected from within the religion from a young age.

The best among the children who have undergone decades of inhuman trials are chosen to succeed them. There has never been a precedent of someone who joined the church halfway through taking over!

This is utterly a subversion of ancestral rules, and shocking to the world.

Moreover, what kind of suffering must one endure to become a spirit?

That was almost like a brutal torture, stripping away the skin and marrow, severing all emotions and desires.

This boy looks so thin and immature, can he really endure that hellish test?

Wu You himself was struck dumb, and in a daze, he raised his head and looked at the high priest, his pale face drained of all color.

To become the High Priest?

He remembered that on his very first day there, the old man in front of him had tried to explain things to him.

The high priest is incredibly sacred, and becoming a high priest requires undergoing a near-self-destructive test.

However, the old man also stated at the time that he had a way to cure his incurable disease.

He was so overwhelmed by those words that he never expected the other party to choose him as the high priest.

This heavy future is like a mountain crashing down.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also quite surprised. The position of High Priest was related to the foundation of the religious order. Was it a bit hasty to make such a decision?

Or rather, this boy possessed qualities that he had not yet discovered.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaochuan focused his attention and examined Wu You more carefully.

Upon closer inspection, something was immediately noticed as wrong.

The boy's breathing was long and weak, almost like a turtle's breath, which was a superior form of internal breathing.

But beneath this near-perfect appearance, the rhythm of blood and qi circulation within his body subtly reveals an indescribable stagnation.

This is not an injury or a mistake in practice; rather, it seems to be a deficiency in one's innate foundation.

A pent-up energy took deep root at the source of the meridians and internal organs, silently eroding the already weak vitality.

"His aura... is not right."

Jiang Xiaochuan frowned slightly and said bluntly, "It seems to be a congenital deficiency, a weak foundation, and a hidden chronic disease in the body, which is deeply entangled with vitality."

"If it cannot be eradicated, I'm afraid... it's not a sign of longevity."

He spoke bluntly and pointed out the crux of the matter.

At the same time, his doubts grew even stronger. He didn't believe the high priest couldn't see this, so why did the other party insist on choosing someone who was about to die to inherit his mantle?

"The leader truly has discerning eyes!"

The high priest, clearly surprised by Jiang Xiaochuan's sharp insight, nodded approvingly and then began to explain the whole story:

"When the sacred tomb was robbed, I realized it was the work of the Daoyulingmen, so I inquired about the existence of the descendants of the Zhenlingsi."

"After I followed the clues to find Wu You, I discovered that although the child was exceptionally intelligent, he had a congenital depression in his body. If it could not be resolved, he would not live past the age of eighteen."

"But this frustration is not unsolvable."

The high priest's voice deepened, and his next words were clearly addressed to Wu You:

"As long as you can cultivate the spirit body I teach, you can practice exclusive spiritual communication techniques, use the power of the spirit body to cleanse your soul, and completely remove this yin and evil stagnation."

"But the price is that one must serve as the High Priest for life, guarding the sacred tomb and its heritage."

After speaking, the high priest looked at Wu You and slowly said, "Child, are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but glance at him. To be trapped in this desolate mountain wilderness for the rest of one's life, guarding a lonely grave, was simply too cruel for a teenager.

"I am willing!"

Wu You's voice trembled, but he quickly regained his composure.

Others may not understand, but for him, living past eighteen is more important than anything else.

"puff"

Wu You knelt down firmly and respectfully kowtowed to Jiang Xiaochuan: "Your subordinate Wu You greets the Sect Leader!"

Jiang Xiaochuan reached out to help, and feeling the stiffness in the other person's body, he sighed inwardly.

It's a pity that he traded a lifetime of freedom for the chance to live, but it was the path he chose.

Once Wu You had regained his footing, Jiang Xiaochuan stopped hesitating and turned to look at the High Priest:

"I've heard that the Bloodline Ancestor in the Holy Tomb once fused with the cultivation techniques of other sects?"

He didn't beat around the bush at all. Every moment he delayed, the more Tang Jie's people outside might notice.

The high priest paused for a moment, glanced at the sixth brother subconsciously, and then nodded, saying, "The leader is right."

"The Blood Marrow Saint Ancestor was exceptionally talented. He not only mastered the Blood Fiend Technique taught by me to its peak, but also comprehended and integrated the core techniques of the two major sects. He can be called a genius of all time."

"...Why did the cult leader suddenly ask about this?"

When he asked this question, a hint of fanaticism was clearly visible in the high priest's eyes.

"I want to try it too!"

Jiang Xiaochuan said without reservation that since the other party held such a prestigious position in the Crimson Blood Sect and knew the true significance of the Blood Pool, he must know something about this matter.

"It is a blessing for our sect that our leader has such ambition!"

The high priest was extremely excited; Jiang Xiaochuan's words undoubtedly confirmed his suspicions.

The thought that Jiang Xiaochuan was so young yet had such ambitions immediately made him feel much more at ease.

Even so, he had to pour cold water on Jiang Xiaochuan's enthusiasm, "Master, you are unaware that the details of the Holy Ancestor's fusion of techniques, which ones he fused with, and how he broke through the attribute shackles, were not recorded."

"Perhaps we can find some clues in the tomb of the Holy Ancestor."

As he spoke, he said with a solemn expression:

"However, what is certain is that the Holy Ancestor only understood the secrets of heaven and foresaw the events after his death, including the current situation, after integrating the cultivation techniques."

This was something Jiang Xiaochuan hadn't expected. The fusion of cultivation techniques could not only enhance strength but also allow one to see through the secrets of heaven.

This further strengthened his resolve to integrate the techniques of the four major sects.

"May I go into that holy tomb?"

Jiang Xiaochuan quickly asked.

"As the leader, you are naturally qualified to enter."

The high priest responded, but then frowned and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart sank, thinking there was some obstruction from Tang Jie's side. Just as he was about to ask further, the high priest continued:

"The Holy Ancestor's Tomb Chamber is the core of the Holy Tomb. Wu You set up a Nine-Bend Dragon Trapping Formation there. This is a lost ancient feng shui killing formation, extremely dangerous."