My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It-Chapter 232: Sacred Cult and the Hunchback’s treasure
The dawn broke, and the sun finally rose from the horizon. In the birth of the morning light, the temple complex seemed divine. Feeling a bit irritated, Han Li muttered to himself, "You geezers, aren't you going to fight?"
His mother had already been taken away by Hua Yu, and she was now with the others above the pagoda.
He was alone.
The seven people surrounding Hen Shin had stopped their fight in the middle of the night, and they were all debating with intense expressions at the moment.
Han Li looked at all of them with cold eyes.
The seven people from the Sacred Cult had masks covering their faces, and they were all Power Borns. Two of them were of Sacred Talent. Even though they had stopped fighting, they still surrounded Hen Shin, and it seemed as if they wouldn't leave without their needs of coming here fulfilled.
They were all floating in the sky, and as the sun rose, their shadows stretched down.
Han Li could guess what their needs would be. And after all the roundabout conversations overnight, the Cult was about to reveal their motive.
"Hen Shin," a hunched figure said, "Swear loyalty to the Sacred Cult. You have been gifted the power to teleport once a year and also the power to contact anyone in the entire continent using just their hair or other possessions. GIFTED by OUR SACRED DEMON, and thus, you should serve the Cult!"
"Your Sacred Demon?" Hen Shin smiled. "I mean no offense, but that is some… claim."
The seven had their face darkened. But they were Power Born. They remained calm.
"The Sacred Cult is not only one of the Four Sects. It is also an extremely amiable place for monks like you," an old woman said, "You monks all pray and expect a non-existent god from the legends to save you after your death and bring you to his divine kingdom while we of the Sacred Cult do not believe in things that don't have proof—it is time you evolved your mindset, monk."
Hen Shin chuckled and touched his beard. "And thus, you crazy fools worship the dead. No matter how strong the Sacred Demon was, it has been proven multiple times that he is dead. Yet, your Sacred Cult worships him to the point of blindness. Do you expect me to take you seriously, still?"
"Sacreds created the World, and we worship all things Sacred. It is you who has no gratefulness to mother nature. You choose to defy the will of the Sacreds, whereas we follow it. Usually, Hen Shin, we won't bother you, but the gift you have received is the gift of the Sacreds. You can either use it for the Sacred Cult, or we will have to kill you."
Han Li smiled. What a nice bunch.
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"Uncle!" Han Li called innocently. "How do you know that using his powers for the Sacred Cult is the will of the Sacreds?"
The seven people in the air looked down at him.
"Foolish youth, do not interrupt the old when we are speaking!" The hunched old man said coldly.
Han Li smiled. Heh. Will of the Sacreds. Others might not know them, but who was Han Li?
He was a person who had come back from the future. He knew what this battle would end up as, and he also knew what their true motive and behind-the-scenes action was. That was why he was irritated that he hadn't expected their attack on Hen Shin.
In his past life, after Hen Shin returned from the Demon World and became the strongest known Power Born, Hen Shin spread his name by defeating the combined forces of seven Power Born. That was how he actually became the strongest.
Han Li had missed that fact. Three years of being comfortably protected had made him forget it—in the end, there was nothing that threatened him there.
Will of the Sacreds. Their ass.
They were the most heinous organization of all in Sacred Lust Continent. In other's eyes, they followed the 'will of the Sacreds' which the Sacred Demon of Lust left behind before he died—apparently.
There will be an extensive amount of rules to live by, and the Cult kidnapped young children at the tender ages of one or two and ingrained those rules into their minds. Even among these Power Born, only one or two might have a sane mind.
Others would go insane if you say a word against the Sacred Demons.
In fact, these people worshipped the Sacred Demons so much that the women above might even bend over if he said he was the inheritor of their god. But Han Li didn't plan to. The Cult Master of the Cult was a woman he was well aware of.
That woman was no gentle soul. Nor was she a brainwashed pig who worshipped the Sacred Demons. That was a woman who would kill him if he threatened her authority. And heh, beyond even that, Han Li knew a secret.
Sacred's will? Will of the Sacreds? Bullshit.
It was just something they themselves wrote in ancient times so as to hide the disgusting nature of their sect from the masses.
Tell that it is the will of the 'Sacreds' instead of the will of the 'Random' man, and even if other Sects know what you are doing is heinous, they won't stop you. Thus, they hid the rules that made the disciples deadly loyal to their sect in the guise of a higher being's will, and everyone followed it.
Suddenly, Han Li asked, "Hen Shin. I still have that promise, right? This year's teleportation. That's mine—hope there won't be any inconvenience."
The masked cultist looked down at him. They were not the kind to kill innocents—but if it was in the name of the Sacred Will—hehe. Of course, Han Li had no reason to offend them. It would be a useless accumulation of enemies.
But he was sure he would fight them one day or the other, and today, he had some plans. There was a renowned treasure in the cultivation world that had existed from ancient times—and today, that treasure was in the hunchback old man's hand from the Sacred Cult.
Han Li wanted to steal that. Even if he ended up offending the Sacred Cult for that, he didn't mind. He would leave using Hen Shin's teleportation right after. That treasure was worth making an enemy of the Sacred Cult's Cult Master.
The Spirit, Munyu, nodded from his mind. "Indeed, that is an incredible treasure."
