Chapter 663

"Thank you, without you, I would have been dead just now."

"Thank you so much! My life was saved by Lord Lei Di!"

"Here's my business card; I'm a minor manager at the Flame Commerce Guild."

"If you need anything purchased, just contact me—I'll give you a 30% discount!"

"......"

With the arrival of government strongholds, the situation on-site was brought under control.

The few remaining members of the Fate Cult who hadn't escaped were all apprehended.

The civilians whose lives Xu Jingming had saved came forward to express their gratitude.

In contrast, the Holy Church also had some who expressed thanks.

But more were asking questions.

The crowd present were no fools—they clearly saw that the Grand Hierarch had no intention of intervening.

After all, these believers paid the Holy Church enormous sums every day.

Yet when disaster struck, their strongest member merely watched from the sidelines, showing not the slightest willingness to act—this was too much.

More importantly, this celebration was originally organized by the Holy Church.

They were the ones who suffered innocent harm.

"Dear faithful believers, please listen to me: the Grand Hierarch is injured."

"That is why he could not act—please understand."

"Also, the Divine Maiden..."

The Holy Church had designated personnel to explain.

Catherine on the podium glanced at her own side, then at Xu Jingming's.

A complex expression surfaced on her lovely face.

These were all Holy Church believers, yet in the end, the one they thanked most was an outsider.

"I'm sorry—I originally invited you to watch our Church's celebration."

"But instead, you witnessed the Holy Church's disgrace."

Only after the crowd around Xu Jingming dispersed did Catherine walk over, her long legs moving gracefully.

Her delicate, fair face bore sincere regret.

She sighed inwardly—Xu Jingming had always been resistant to the Holy Church.

After this incident, he would likely be even less willing to join.

"It's fine. Your divine miracle truly opened my eyes," Xu Jingming smiled.

140, 00 ability points were already a pleasant surprise.

Besides, he had acquired over thirty space rings—no matter how you counted, he came out ahead.

"That's good."

Catherine exhaled slightly in relief.

With the celebration ruined by the Fate Cult, Catherine had no face left to promote the Holy Church's strength.

Moreover, many follow-up matters needed handling.

Seeing this, Xu Jingming did not linger—he took his leave.

Xia Lan's flight was at 1 p. .; she went directly from Peter Square to the airport.

Xu Jingming returned to his villa to inventory his spoils.

"S-rank! Check what good stuff is in their space rings!"

Eva, the twin-tailed little girl, popped out of her smart bracer, eyes gleaming.

Even the thorned sword grass coiled in the living room extended a tendril toward them, clearly equally curious.

"Don't rush—I'll take them out right away."

Xu Jingming rubbed his hands eagerly, first pulling out the space ring of the seventh-rank peak master.

Shhh—

His powerful spiritual force swept over it; the original spiritual imprint vanished.

A space of 500 cubic meters appeared in his perception.

"500 cubic meters capacity? There must be plenty of good stuff."

Eyes brightening, Xu Jingming quickly searched thoroughly.

But to his disappointment, over half of the 500 cubic meters was filled with blood.

The other half contained only one A-rank rare herb and some pills and other items.

Also, three unnamed bank cards, each with a 10-billion Starcoin limit.

"He's a seventh-rank peak master—just this much? How poor can he be?"

Xu Jingming was speechless.

The most valuable items here were the three bank cards; the most useless were the bloods occupying half the space.

Yet what he didn't know was that the vast majority of Fate Cult members.

To enhance their strength, had used all their resources to perform baptism rituals.

With 3 billion Starcoins, this seventh-rank master was already wealthy among his peers in the Fate Cult.

"The blood of ability users is useless to me."

Shaking his head, Xu Jingming suddenly sensed an oddly shaped object in the space ring.

He pulled it out—it was a black device resembling a car steering wheel, but slightly smaller.

"Huh? Is this... the Divine Blood Indicator?"

During his study trip to Magic University, he had accidentally absorbed the Divine Blood the Fate Cult sought.

He had killed all the searchers—but sadly, the Divine Blood Indicator had been damaged by them too.

Since then, during his missions against the Fate Cult, he had never recovered another.

Yet now, he had obtained one.

"Dragon-class Divine Blood greatly benefits my Divine Thunder Indestructible Body."

"With this Divine Blood Indicator, I can now search for Divine Blood in the Wild Zones myself."

Xu Jingming quickly stored the Divine Blood Indicator in his own space ring.

Even if future Divine Blood wasn't from dragon-class beasts, it would still be an S-rank cultivation resource.

If the concentration was high enough, it could even qualify as an SSS-rank cultivation resource.

As for not finding Divine Blood in the Wild Zones—he wasn't worried.

The Wild Zone of Dayangzhou spans over seven million square kilometers—finding some Divine Blood would be easy.

After all, just like humans, beasts also fight each other.

Even ninth-rank Beast Emperors are no exception—any fight leaves behind blood.

"First good find. Let's see if there's anything else."

After searching further, Xu Jingming indeed found another valuable item.

A manual, its cover inscribed with four large characters: "Divine Blood Secret Art."

The characters were written in an unknown pigment, glowing crimson like blood.

Merely looking at them sent a wave of bloody scent rushing toward him.

"Divine Blood Secret Art?" Xu Jingming was surprised.

During his Magic University study trip, he had repeatedly acquired manuals labeled "Divine Blood Secret Art."

But the crucial cultivation sections had always been torn out—completely unusable.

"I wonder if this Divine Blood Secret Art manual is complete."

Xu Jingming flipped open the manual and quickly located the core cultivation section.

He immediately realized: there was no missing content whatsoever.

"It's a complete manual?"

Eyes brightening, Xu Jingming began studying it intently.

He still remembered—during his study trip,

the Fate Cult's Holy Son had used this Divine Blood Secret Art to surge from mid-second-rank to peak fourth-rank.

He wanted to see what made this art so miraculous, granting such terrifying power boosts.