CHAPTER 1815: CHAPTER 904: AN INSIDE MAN_2

More so, "easy to attract a woman’s affection"...

This ability always felt a bit strange, and it sounded a bit like a useless gimmick. It seemed it wasn’t a particularly remarkable bloodline.

Mo Hua felt a little relieved.

He then continued to study the Demon Sect Token, flipping through the Yuan Magnetic Patterns.

Besides "blood," what these Demon Sect disciples loved to discuss most was the demon skills.

In particular, the cultivation technique they practiced, called "Blood Lotus Skill."

The principle of this technique was quite simple—nothing more than blood sucking.

The difference lay in whose blood was being sucked, how it was being sucked, how to refine it afterwards, and how to suppress one’s bloodthirsty desires to appear like a normal person after refining it...

Mo Hua watched the demon cultivators exchanging messages and discussing the Blood Lotus Skill. After reading through quite a bit, he felt he couldn’t keep reading.

If he continued, he might learn the skill himself.

"Is there anything else, something more confidential...?"

Mo Hua was somewhat unsatisfied.

The secrets of this Demon Sect should be more than just this.

He began probing deeper into the Yuan Magnetic Sea but soon encountered a series of "Magnetic Pattern Locks."

These Magnetic Pattern Locks were chains formed by magnetic patterns, used to "lock" the patterns, with levels and restricted permissions.

This meant that his custom permissions as a "Skill Transmission Disciple" ended here, and he could no longer touch the deeper secrets of the Yuan Magnetism.

Mo Hua was unwilling and tried several more times.

But this time, these "Magnetic Pattern Locks" were sealed by "insulated" formation patterns, like a solid dam, unable to be infiltrated by the "Secondary Thunder Flow," and naturally, they couldn’t be modified by the Thunder Magnetic Miniatures.

To break through the "Magnetic Pattern Lock," he would either need to steal higher-level "Elder" permissions,

or wait until his understanding of thunder magnetism deepened, gaining the ability to break through the "Magnetic Pattern Lock" before trying again.

Mo Hua thought about it and decided to temporarily give up.

He would find a way to deal with these magnetic pattern locks later.

Unable to steal secrets above the Elders for now, Mo Hua could only settle for second best, using the Thunder Magnetic Miniature to "monitor" the yuan magnetic libraries of these "Skill Transmission Disciples" and lower-level Demon Sect members to understand their movements.

It was both a way to gather information and a chance to practice his Thunder Magnetic Array skills and improve his control over the Thunder Magnetic Miniatures.

It was a strategy of gaining multiple benefits from one action.

Thus, over the next few days, Mo Hua monitored whenever he had time, observing a jumble of inheritance points about blood slaves, blood skills, blood sacrifices, blood products, bloodlines, and so on.

A lot of useless knowledge was accumulated.

However, there wasn’t much truly noteworthy.

Until one day, Mo Hua saw a somewhat strange sentence:

"Hungry for quite a few days, finally can have a full meal?"

A full meal?

Mo Hua frowned.

Through these days of "eavesdropping," he had gained a certain understanding of the habits of the Demon Sect and the chatting habits among the demon cultivators.

In just an instant, two words surfaced in his mind:

Blood Banquet.

Only by holding a large-scale demon cultivator "Blood Banquet," slaughtering a large number of cultivators, sacrificing countless blood slaves, and extracting rivers of fresh blood for these demon cultivators to feast upon, could they truly fill up.

Mo Hua furrowed his brows.

Hosting such a cruel Blood Banquet meant causing massive killings.

Even a small-scale Blood Banquet would result in many cultivators dying...

In the eyes of demon cultivators, these people might just be "blood slaves," living "spirit stones."

To the Taoist Court, perhaps they were just cold statistics of deaths at the hands of demon cultivators, but in reality, they were living, breathing individuals.

Mo Hua sighed.

If he hadn’t known, that would be one thing, but now that he knew, he couldn’t sit idly by.

"Save them if I can..."

But the problem was, all he had heard was this sparse sentence, "finally can eat and be full."

When, where, who to eat, and which demon cultivators would participate, he knew nothing about any of this information.

Mo Hua pinpointed that particular demon cultivator and looked back over his chat logs, but found no other clues.

Mo Hua also checked other demon cultivators’ chats, but with the dense yuan magnetism and complex information, he couldn’t find anything in a short time, nor were there any clues about a "Blood Banquet."

"So tight-lipped?"

Mo Hua frowned.

He was at a loss for a good plan.

Mo Hua considered his options, then took out a Letter Token and sent a message to Gu Changhuai: "Uncle Gu, are you there?"

He waited for a long time, but Gu Changhuai didn’t reply.

Mo Hua turned around and sent a message to Xia Canonical Official:

"Sister Xia, is Uncle Gu there?"

But still, no reply came.

Mo Hua mused: Uncle Gu not replying could mean he was being stubborn and didn’t want to respond to him.

But Sister Xia not replying would definitely mean something was up.

"The Taoist Court is on a mission and has no time?"

This was probably the only explanation.

Mo Hua then left a message: "Uncle Gu, the Demon Sect might hold a Blood Banquet soon. If the Taoist Court has any leads, they can keep an eye on it..."

After leaving the message, Mo Hua put away the Letter Token and sighed.

That was about all he could do.

Steal some secrets and report to the Taoist Court.

Afterwards, Mo Hua went about his usual cultivation and attended classes, but even by evening, he remained a bit uneasy, unable to let go of the "Blood Banquet" matter.

He always felt like he might be overlooking something.

"The Demon Sect is going to hold a Blood Banquet..."

"Uncle Gu and Sister Xia from the Taoist Court are secretly on a mission..."

"Could the Taoist Court’s mission be related to this ’Blood Banquet’?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, thinking it wasn’t without merit.

The Taoist Court had been dealing with these demon cultivators for so long, they must have channels for information.