Feather Fairy said Holy Light Mountain had a very scary rare gene race. Han Sen was afraid. He did not want to get into trouble, so he took Mister Yang to the holy mountain.
Ever since he had seen the big sky demon, Han Sen knew there were many weird things going on in this world. He might not be able to deal with them all. It was best if he kept a low profile.
"Mister, is this the legendary Holy Light River's source, Holy Light Mountain?" Mister Yang was shocked. He looked at the mysterious, shiny mountain. His legs started to shake.
"I think that is the name." Han Sen did not care. He took Mister Yang up the mountain.
Mister Yang was in shock. "Mister, I have heard Holy Light Mountain has a very scary rare gene race. It is also shrouded in mystery. Even top-class elites will die if they go there."
"It is fine," Han Sen said as he kept walking. "I know a secret path that can lead us to the god temple at the top of the mountain safely."
The mountain was shrouded in a mysterious mist. One could not see more than five feet away. One could only hear scary beast roars. There was also the sound of thunder echoing.
Mister Yang was in shock. He followed Han Sen closely. He did not dare leave him.
Although the scene was scary, Han Sen followed the path Feather Fairy had told him about. He did not encounter any danger.
Mister Yang was old and weak. After climbing for a short while, he started to pant. He was sweating profusely. He could not keep climbing. Han Sen used his hand to support his body and quickly climbed up the mountain.
He did not know how high the mountain was. With Han Sen's speed, it still took him half a day to reach the top.
It was different from the weather below. The top of the mountain was very warm. It was like he was above a sea of clouds. Everything was clear. There was no wind, no thunder, and no dust. It was like a pure land.
At the top of the mountain, there was an old temple. It was made of green bricks. It looked very old and mysterious. It looked a bit old. It did not look like it had any incense.
"Mister, there really is a god temple here." Seeing the god temple, Mister Yang felt much safer.
Han Sen looked up at the top of the temple door and saw the words "Feather Immortal Temple." The words were elegant and looked like the handwriting of a god.
"Let's go in. After we get a God Spirit Blood-Pulse, we need to go back," Han Sen said. He then walked into the god temple.
Mister Yang did not dare delay. He quickly walked to the god temple and said, "Mister, I am going to ask for it. I am just worried that this useless body will be useless and fail to live up to your kindness."
After that, Mister Yang entered the god temple. He walked in front of the god table and quickly knelt down to pray. He put a drop of his blood into the god stove.
He knew his own situation. There was no way he could get a God Spirit Blood-Pulse. So, he just wanted to finish the ceremony and go back. He did not want to delay Han Sen.
When the blood entered the furnace, there was no reaction at all. Although he had expected this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Han Sen stood at the door of the god temple. Mister Yang stood up and looked at him with a wry smile. "Mister, it looks like I have failed to live up to your kindness."
Han Sen frowned. He was already there, but Feather Immortal was not giving him any face. That made him feel a little annoyed.
"It is fine. Just wait a moment."
Han Sen wanted Mister Yang to get a God Spirit Blood-Pulse. It would have been best if he did not have to do anything. Now, he had to walk in front of the god table.
Pat!
Han Sen slapped the god table. The stone god table was imprinted with a handprint. The whole god temple shook. It was shaking.
That scared Mister Yang. He waved his hands and said, "Mister, no … You cannot …"
The people of the universe of kingdoms were taught that God Spirits were the best. The God Spirits created the sky and the earth. They gave humans the right to live. They had the highest authority.
The god temple was a symbol of God's authority. It could not be violated. If it was violated, the God Spirits would bring disaster upon them.
That was because the God Spirits gave the Blood-Pulse. It was also because of the education the rulers gave them. Mister Yang could not be blamed. After all, that was the environment he lived in.
To Mister Yang, Han Sen dared to slap the table in front of God. He thought it was disgraceful. Even the king of the Big Qin Kingdom would not dare do something like that.
Han Sen ignored Mister Yang and coldly shouted, "Where is Feather Immortal?"
That scared Mister Yang even more. Slapping the table in front of God was one thing. Now, he was calling the God Spirit by name. He had a death wish.
In the next second, Mister Yang's face turned white. He saw the Feather Immortal god statue glow with a scary holy light. It became an old god that looked like a god. It was floating above the god table.
"Oh, no … Oh, no … The God Spirit's real body has appeared … This is very bad … Mister, run!" Mister Yang was shaking. He grabbed Han Sen and wanted to run.
He was old, and he did not have a gene race buff. He was too slow. Mister Yang had only just grabbed Han Sen's arm when the old god-like God Spirit floated down. It came before Han Sen.
Mister Yang's face looked like dirt. He thought, "This is bad. It is over."
The God Spirit bowed. It politely bowed to Han Sen and said, "I did not know you were coming, Mister. I did not come out to greet you. Please forgive me."
Mister Yang's entire body was petrified. His eyes opened wide as he looked at Feather Immortal and Han Sen. His brain was blank. It was as if he could not think.
Han Sen pointed at Mister Yang and said, "This man is my servant. I brought him here to ask for a God Spirit Blood-Pulse. What Blood-Pulse do you think you can give him?"
Feather Immortal looked at Mister Yang and then looked at Han Sen. He carefully asked, "Mister, what Blood-Pulse do you think is appropriate?"
Feather Immortal felt depressed. Although he controlled the God Spirit Blood-Pulse, giving a Blood-Pulse cost him his god power. If he gave a Blood-Pulse to someone with bad talent, that person would not be able to achieve much. It would not benefit him.
Mister Yang was the kind of person with bad genes. If he followed the normal procedure, he would not give a God Spirit Blood-Pulse to someone like that.
Han Sen had already asked, so Feather Immortal could not refuse. Even if the person in front of him was bad, he had to give him a God Spirit Blood-Pulse.
"Just give it to him." Han Sen looked like he was smiling, but he was not smiling. He looked at Feather Immortal.
Feather Immortal gnashed his teeth and thought, "This time, I am going to lose. Instead of doing this and making Mister Dollar unhappy, I might as well do him a favor."
Thinking of this, Feather Fairy pointed at the cauldron. The holy light from the cauldron was like a volcano erupting. Many snow-white feathers flew into the sky. They covered the entire god temple. It was like snow was falling from the sky.
Suddenly, thousands of feathers were flying toward Mister Yang's body. They melted into his body. Mister Yang's entire body felt like it was floating. It was like he was in a dream.
"A perfect God Spirit Blood-Pulse."
Mister Yang thought he was dreaming. No, he had never even dreamed that he would be able to get a God Spirit Blood-Pulse. It was a complete God Spirit Blood-Pulse. That was a perfect God Spirit Blood-Pulse that many people could not even dream of.