Chapter 22: Worshiping the Evil Spirit

  "Alright, sword dance, close the door, and light the lamp." The demon said solemnly.

  "Oh." Xiang Wu lit the candles and illuminated the hall, then walked to the door and gently closed it.

  Suddenly, the great hall became dimly lit.

  The demon horn walked up to the altar and gently opened the jade box, revealing the internal fist-sized divine inkstone.

  The divine inkstone was revealed, and the demon horn retreated lightly. After carefully tidying up her clothes, she joined her hands together and bowed slightly towards the divine inkstone.

  Then, the demon walked to the left side, in front of that basin of boiling water. Gently rolling up her sleeves, revealing a pair of white and tender small hands.

  Looking at the constantly churning boiling water, Yao Jiao took a deep breath and slowly submerged his hands into it.

  Boiling water, if it were an ordinary person, would definitely be scalded. However, the demon's horn has been cultivated for a period of time, and although the amount of true energy now is only that of a third-rate warrior, still, as a warrior, boiling water wouldn't scald him.

  The demon's hands were soaked in boiling water for the time it took to burn a joss stick. Although his hands wouldn't get scalded, he still had to face the pain of being scalded by the boiling water. The demon gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, persevering through the ordeal.

  By the side, Sword Dance saw the movement of the demon horn, although he had a strong reluctance in his heart, but still endured and did not call out. His heart was filled with doubts, staring at the demon horn, wondering what it would do next?

  The time of a stick of incense passed quickly. The demon horn lightly withdrew its hand from the boiling water.

  Her hands were still pale and smooth, the boiling water had not scalded them red. The water stains on her hands now seemed to have turned into wisps of white smoke, constantly evaporating under the demonic claws' palms.

  Slowly, the demon horn walked to the right side of the altar, where the incense burner was. At this moment, the incense burning in the incense burner was the "Ten Thousand Year Sandalwood Incense" that the demon horn had just bought. The Ten Thousand Year Sandalwood Incense was now emitting a purple mist. The mist curled up like a fairyland.

  The demon king put his hands, which had just been soaked in boiling water, above the incense burner, and let the smoke from the agarwood incense scorch his hands.

  Scald water to remove impurities, burn incense to purify hands.

  Kenshin watched the movement of Youko's horns, as if it were some kind of very important ritual. Kenshin held his breath, because he knew that at this moment, the old man was definitely doing something very important and couldn't be disturbed in the slightest.

  Incense was lit and hands were purified, it took another stick of incense for the purification to stop. Slowly walked up to the front of the altar.

  Looking at the jade box on the altar, he gently stretched out his hands, placing the fingernail of his left index finger on the tip of his right index finger. With a gentle movement, he drew a line with his hand, and suddenly, a small mouth appeared on the tip of his right index finger, from which a few drops of vital blood slowly emerged.

  Seeing the movement of the demon's horn, Jian Wu quickly covered her mouth with her hand, a hint of shock and tension flashing in her eyes.

  With his left hand, he gently took out the divine inkstone from the jade box, while with his right hand, he drew a precise pattern on it using the tip of his finger stained with blood.

  Yao Jiao muttered to himself, his voice somewhat indistinct. Although Jian Wu could hear Yao Jiao's voice, it was extremely strange that he couldn't make out what Yao Jiao was saying at all. Moreover, every syllable Yao Jiao uttered would be forgotten by Jian Wu after hearing it, leaving only a vague impression of Yao Jiao having said something unclear.

  Yao Jiao meditated for a short while, and in that brief moment, the tip of his finger was filled with spiritual blood, filling the divine inkstone to the brim.

  The entire Divine Inkstone was covered in the fresh blood of the Demon Horn.

  The demon's horn paused slightly, then its mouth seemed to recite an unknown incantation again, as it chanted, the demon's horn infused its true energy into the divine inkstone.

  Another stick of incense, the true energy of the demon horn continuously poured in, and the mouth unknowingly recited an unknown mantra. The refined blood that was originally covering the divine inkstone had been completely absorbed by the divine inkstone at this moment, extremely eerie.

  Until then, this ceremony generally came to an end. The demon horn gently placed the divine inkstone into the jade box.

  At this moment, the sandalwood incense beside it also seemed to have been consumed, and the censer no longer emitted a faint purple smoke.

  At this moment, Jian Wu saw that Yao Jiao's face was pale, obviously the previous actions had consumed a lot of energy.

  "Sword Dance, gather everything here and then let Old Wang find me the best 'incense', I want this hall to be filled with incense forever, the incense will keep burning." The demon ordered.

  "Is." Sword Dance nodded.

  "Besides, I've suffered too much now. I'll go to the house to rest. Call me at dinner time tonight. By then, I want to see this hall filled with incense and fire. At other times, if you're bored, just practice your sword skills in the courtyard." said Yao Jiao.

  "En," said Jian Wu, nodding his head.

  Then, the demon king slowly walked towards his bedroom with the jade box in hand.

  Entering the bedroom, the demon horn was sitting on its own bed, with its legs crossed, taking out the divine inkstone from the jade box and placing it between its knees, slowly adjusting its breath.

  From time to time, the demon horn continued to infuse its true energy into the divine inkstone, adjusting its breath while constantly paying attention to the divine inkstone in its hand.

  Shenmo Stone had absorbed the essence of Yaojiao's blood, and in its originally pale blue glow, a faint red light now appeared.

  At noon, the demon horn hadn't eaten, and by the time it was close to dusk, the demon horn had recovered a lot. Looking at the pitch-black divine ink stone in his hand, the demon horn stared at it for another hour before slowly and solemnly putting it into the jade box.

  Carrying the jade box, the demon slowly opened the door and walked into the hall where they had been before. The northern part of the hall had now been transformed into an incense altar by the sword dance. On top of the incense altar was an incense stand.

  Above, three incense plates were also hung, one circle after another, and the incense had been lit, filling the hall with a strong sandalwood scent. Jian Wu stood by watching. But Lao Wang and Lao Qiao were sent back by Jian Wu.

  The demon slowly walked to the incense table and placed the jade box in the middle of it, like a Buddha, on top of the incense table, receiving the offering of incense.

  Put down the jade box, and the demon horn also lit three incense sticks, inserted in the middle of the incense stand, as if it was also giving incense to the divine inkstone inside the jade box.

  Everything was done, and the demon's horn let out a soft sigh, as if it had finally relaxed.

  Jian Wu had been paying attention to Yao Jiao all along, until Yao Jiao just let out a light breath. Jian Wu finally made up his mind and said: "Old master, what are you doing?"

  "Pray to the evil god." The demon's horn smiled lightly.

  "Evil spirit?" Sword Dance's eyebrows were tightly locked in a strange expression. Apparently, he didn't understand the old man's meaning.

  "Not bad, evil god, my evil god." The demon horn looked at the jade box with a pleasant mood.

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