Upon hearing Chen Jing's question, Mei Moke wildly waved the thin white tube behind him, making a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

“I have a way,” Mei Moke replied.

"There are two methods, both of which the cultivators of Meijing City used when dealing with the first blood sacrifice."

"The first approach is defensive, establishing sealed areas at several key points near Meijing City to prevent the power of blood sacrifice from penetrating the underground seals."

So... was the military base that Master took me to originally a sealed place like this?

That was an underground military base that existed even before Ash City was established.

Thinking of this, Chen Jing immediately asked:

"We already have sealed sites; can we use them to directly block the power of the blood sacrifice?"

Mei Moke said, "If you find the original sealed location, you can certainly do this. But you need professionals, cultivators who understand feng shui and can set up formations, someone to coordinate things, all kinds of spiritual materials, and someone to guard against the blood sacrificers' surprise attack."

"This is assuming there are already sealed areas that can be reactivated. If you're building sealed areas from scratch, you'll need even more cultivators and construction workers..."

Damn it! You might as well just say you need the entire Jiange region or the entire Song Dynasty.

Suppressing his inner grumbling, Chen Jing continued, "What's the second method?"

“If we cannot stop the power of blood sacrifice from infiltrating, then we can only eliminate the power of blood sacrifice,” Mei Moke said. “Destroying the altar or killing the priest are both options.”

"But the altar can be rebuilt even if it is destroyed. As far as I know, the seal that seals the 'Bai Ze Scroll' is very ancient and broken. Blood sacrifice will cause permanent damage to it. Therefore, the most fundamental solution is to kill the sacrificer."

"Anyone could think of that," Chen Jing asked unwillingly. "Isn't there any other way?"

Mei Moke said, "There is no other way. If we don't even have the power to fight against the priests, then the blood sacrifice is fundamentally unsolvable."

"I can work with you in the fight against the priests."

Chen Jing saw a glimmer of hope and asked, "Mr. Mei, may I ask what realm you are in?"

Mei Moke replied frankly, "Qi Realm. But my condition is very poor, and I may not be able to fight against an enemy who is also at the Qi Realm."

"There may be cultivators at the highest level among the enemy," Chen Jing said.

"The Song people can't even produce a cultivator at the highest level anymore?" Mei Moke asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Chen Jing nodded.

He felt utterly desperate!

As a member of the Guardians, Chen Jing was qualified to see those classified documents. Therefore, before leaving Ash City, he read through all the documents related to the enemy in the Dream Realm.

However, once one reaches the realms of clarity and extreme clarity, those descriptions become extremely vague and mysterious.

Those who cultivate the Qi of Heaven at the Ming Realm are called "Qi Refiners." Originally, "Qi Refiner" was a broad term for cultivators in the pre-Qin era, but these individuals are different. They focus on using various types of "Qi," and their signature ability is "Qi Observation," allowing them to observe various types of "Qi," including "killing intent," "human intent," and "blood intent," even the "aura" of Qi Realm cultivators. They can also utilize these various types of "Qi" to unleash more powerful and far-reaching spells.

Those who reach the pinnacle of the Qi of Heaven are called "Feng Shui Masters." Feng Shui Masters can create powerful environmental effects, literally summoning wind and rain. If a ritual is performed in advance, the range of this summoning of wind and rain can even cover an entire large city.

Feng shui masters excel at fighting in the wind and water, which are their home turf. Furthermore, they can occupy feng shui-favorable positions during battle, putting their enemies in a state of misfortune and bad luck.

Feng shui masters are also adept at concealment, using feng shui arrangements to subconsciously induce psychological misjudgments and illusions about the surrounding environment. These illusions can even suppress many abilities such as "dispelling illusions" and "seeing through illusions."

Chen Jing even suspected that there wasn't a single cultivator at the Ming Realm among the guardians!

If there are cultivators at the Ming Realm among the Guardians, how could it be that Black Hand Lu Gang has taken control of Ash City!

No, it's not hopeless; there is still hope...

Chen Jing suddenly thought of something, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

...

On the Song River, shrouded in mist.

The sailor removed the bucket, which was stained black and red, and replaced it with a bucket of river water and a white cloth used for wiping knives.

The old man holding the sword had been standing at the bow of the boat for who knows how long.

Each of his sword strikes was so refined, a refinement that transcended the realm of technique and reached the realm of "beauty." Even ordinary people who knew nothing about swordsmanship would be captivated by those simple slashes.

Everyone was busy, trying to figure out how to get the ship to its maximum speed despite all the interference. Only the most exhausted would glance at the bright sword light, then pick themselves up and continue working.

The "Lily" ship has been sailing at full speed on the Song River, something that would have been hard to imagine in the past.

Demons and monsters are blocking the way; slay them!

The banners of the Song Dynasty and Jiange fly over the Song River. What monster dares to stop us?

This is what everyone thinks.

The sailors held the old man in the highest esteem.

Too powerful, too powerful! Such an old body, yet it can cleave through the chasm and open up a clear path with just a sword.

"Young man, can you do me a favor?" The old man didn't move, and the voice coming from his throat was hoarse and indistinct.

"Please give your orders," the sailor said hastily in a respectful tone.

"Bring me a chair, haha, I'm getting old, I don't have the same stamina as I did when I was young," the old man said.

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