Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 251 Something happened here
"Sir, are we really going to let them go like this? I thought..."

"Okay, I know what you want to say."

Harold, who had tidied himself up and swept away his disheveled appearance, stood in front of the railing on the side of the deck and raised his hand to interrupt the question from the young vampire beside him.

His gaze remained fixed on the distant sea, on the small boat that was gradually sailing away amidst the waves, his expression calm.

"You mean you didn't ask for ransom or any promises, right?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, looking at the young vampire beside him who had been trained by his side due to his good talent, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

Noticing the change in tone, the young vampire immediately trembled and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
"I have overstepped my bounds..."

"No, having questions is a good thing; it proves that you still have room for learning."

As he spoke, Harold looked at his subordinate's reactions and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Despite maintaining the same tone, he subtly lowered the priority of training the other party.

However, noticing the varying degrees of confusion in the eyes of his vampire subordinates, he still spoke up to answer:
"Perhaps you are wondering why this is different from my usual style of doing things. I haven't fought for the interests of the vampires, nor have I obtained any resources or intelligence..."

As he spoke, Harold's gaze returned to the distant sea, and seeing the small boat approaching the distant fleet, he couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth:
"...One must have a long-term vision; limiting oneself to a narrow perspective will also lead to a loss of control over the future."

At this point, a look of pride appeared on his face:

"Like me, when Saintess Lillian had just awakened, I saw the greatness and glory of the vampires and offered my loyalty without hesitation."

Harold turned around, hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, looking at the admiring gazes of his subordinates, and spoke calmly:
"Therefore, as one of the Four Horsemen, the Night Knight, and the most loyal blade under the Saintess, Harold Smith would naturally not do anything meaningless."

His tone gradually became more forceful and impassioned as he spoke, as if he were reciting some kind of poem.

As the most renowned earl of the vampire clan, and the one who has raised the most vampires, Harold has always set an example by advocating wisdom, honor, and loyalty.

His characteristic is his patient explanation and guidance, which is widely praised among the lower levels of the vampire clan.

At this point, before setting out on the deck, having finished his opening remarks and boasted about his past, he finally returned to the main topic:
"You have completed this mission very well. Once the data and samples are returned to the temple, you will all be promoted with honor."

"And some more confidential matters can be told to you in advance, which can be considered as answering some of your doubts."

As he spoke, at Harold's signal, a group of vampires draped in black robes quickly gathered in front of him, while simultaneously shutting out the subtle gazes that had been lingering around them.

Once everything was ready, Harold spoke slowly in a voice that could only be heard by others:
"I'm sure you've had some doubts about my attitude along the way."

With a leisurely tone, Harold glanced at his subordinates before grinning and revealing a smile:
"You must all be wondering about the seemingly irrational rescue, the excessive emphasis on escorting them afterward, and even the friendly attitude towards those Xingguo people along the way, right?"

After a slight pause, Harold lowered his voice again and uttered a statement that shocked everyone:
“Those of you who have had the privilege of meeting the saintess should have noticed her distinctive features, right?”

"A flawless, divine Asian face."

Hearing the series of gasps of surprise around him, and meeting the shocked, bloodshot eyes of the crowd, Harold's grin widened even further.

It was as if he were revealing a shocking secret he had discovered, and enjoying the series of shocked reactions that followed.

"...Could it be...?"

In the silence and shock, someone finally couldn't help but speak up in a horrified tone, but was immediately interrupted by Harold raising his hand:

"Okay, don't say it out loud."

"You should know that it is also a kind of blasphemy to make unfounded speculations about the saintess."

“I’m afraid that you might offend the Holy Maiden out of ignorance, which is unacceptable.”

His voice was stern, and seeing that his surrounding vampire subordinates had all fallen silent, Harold continued with a secret that sent shivers down everyone's spines:
"...Asian faces can lead to a wide range of guesses, but you don't know that. However, I, who have always served the Holy Maiden, know very well."

"The holy Lady Lillian usually doesn't care about any worldly changes. Perhaps it is because of her long eternal life that she stands at a perspective and height that is difficult for us to reach."

"However, whenever the distant Kingdom of Xin is mentioned in reports and intelligence, the Holy Maiden gazes at it for a long time, her expression moved."

At this point, Harold's face was full of confidence:

"The difference between the Holy Maiden and me is so vast that I have no chance of seeing even the slightest bit of her, but I can still discern something from her demeanor and gaze..."

"...That is longing and remembrance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the vampires changed, sometimes in shock, sometimes in understanding, and sometimes in admiration. In the silence, only a collective gasp could be heard.

Seeing the reaction of his men, Harold nodded in satisfaction:

"Inquiring into the past of our Lord is an extremely perverse act, but even this small amount of information is enough to help us avoid many mistakes."

Having said all that, I've roughly explained this secret that has been quietly circulating among various mid- to high-ranking vampires.

Harold withdrew his gaze and looked once more at the Xingguo fleet on the shimmering sea under the sunlight:

"...and the miracles we see today further corroborate this series of speculations."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted, fixing on the now empty sky above Sakura Island:
"You should have noticed it too."

"Compared to the vampires described in myths and legends—brutal, bloodthirsty, and even driven mad by a curse called 'blood thirst'."

“This is very different from us.”

Upon hearing this, the surrounding vampires nodded in agreement. After being promoted to vampires for various reasons, they indeed found that the situation was different from the legends.

Regardless of what they were thinking, Harold continued:

"Bloodline is the most important bond among vampires. If the myths are true and reliable, then we can maintain our sanity even when severely injured and bleeding, and can eat human food elegantly, even if it doesn't fill our stomachs."

"This is already a great blessing, originating from the sacred bloodline of our blood ancestors, allowing us to break free from the curses and shackles of the other blood clans."

Having said this, Harold withdrew his flickering gaze and looked again at his group of vampire subordinates who seemed to have grasped the meaning:
"Lady Lillian, as an ancient vampire, comes from a kingdom that was once full of gods. Her blood flows in our veins."

"We are the noblest of nobles."

As if to bring the explanation to a close, Harold raised his voice and uttered the last sentence, the content of which drew the attention of the personnel on the surrounding ships.

At the same time, it also stirred up a commotion among the surrounding vampires, whose blood-red eyes flashed with pride, excitement, and elation.

That is a profound respect for one's own identity.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Harold lifted his foot and walked to the edge of the overhead awning, gazing into the distance:
"Therefore, you should understand my attitude toward the country of Xin, and you should be the same as me."

As he finished speaking, a smile played on his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal vial, about the size of his palm.
"And who says I gained nothing? This isn't just any ordinary thing..."

As he spoke, with a "pop," the stopper was pulled out, and a small brown pill was poured out.

Facing the gentle sea breeze, Harold elegantly picked it up and put it in his mouth, chewing with his cheeks bulging.

Subsequently.

"Ugh—!!" ...

At this moment, on the other side of the sea, a strange silence hung in the air aboard the Xin Kingdom fleet.

Compared to the beginning, when the people on the ship felt pressured and dared not speak out due to various rumors and speculations, now they are genuinely afraid after seeing it with their own eyes.

Everyone, whether crew members or elite agents from the Special Operations Bureau, kept their heads down, not daring to look at the figure in the center of the deck.

However, Lu Gu could understand this situation, as he was not the type to care much about other people's opinions.

He turned his head past his young apprentice, who had come to stand respectfully beside him, and looked at the group of elderly men in military uniforms in front of him, somewhat surprised.

However, this saved him a lot of trouble, since he had already planned to talk to these people about the follow-up arrangements anyway.

Looking up, Lü Gu met Zhou Wu's gaze, who stood upright in the center of the crowd. Seeing the other's solemn expression, Lü Gu raised his hand and flipped it over.

He took out a set of dark oak buttons that he had prepared beforehand from his backpack and tossed them forward.

In an instant, the brown wooden block that originally appeared to be a single piece suddenly split apart in mid-air and scattered down amidst the panicked movements of the group of people.

But the next moment, as if lifted by some invisible force, they floated around everyone's waists.

It rotates slowly, rising and falling in the air.

After a while, Zhou Wu bent down slightly, picked up a palm-sized piece of wood in front of him, and looked up hesitantly.

Meeting his gaze, Lü Gu smiled faintly and said:

"This is the identity token I just drew. With it, you can safely pass through the sealing barrier of that island."

After the words were spoken, the group who understood the meaning looked at each other, but were even more puzzled.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Wu still clasped his hands in a respectful bow and asked the question he had been wondering about:
"Immortal Wuwei, I understand the function of the token, but why would you give us these?"

"That seal imprisons a monster; shouldn't it be as secure as possible? If it falls into the wrong hands, someone could come and go freely, wouldn't that be..."

No further words were spoken, but everyone present understood the meaning.

Although many people have not yet personally visited the island, they have seen all the information sent back and the crisis that Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping encountered during their evacuation.

It's quite puzzling that such a dangerous place, even after being sealed, still had a way to freely enter and exit.

Lu Gu had anticipated this, and only slowly spoke after watching the old man in military uniform finish speaking:
"It is dangerous, but it is not entirely useless."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, and a pill shimmering with a brownish-red luster appeared in his palm.

"This item is called Blood Qi Pill. It was made from spiritual materials gathered by a beast-shaped demon that we discovered during our previous travels."

"It can replenish qi and blood, enhance magical power, and also have the effect of refining essence into qi and improving cultivation for those with low cultivation levels."

After saying that, he tossed it over to the person opposite him amidst their flustered movements, and at the same time took out several pieces of raw lamb chops and raw beef from MC:

"This is what it looks like before refining. It will have some effect if swallowed directly, but it is better to refine it to remove impurities."

Seeing his items being carefully and quickly packed away and repackaged by the group, Lü Gu spoke again:
"Although the world is fraught with danger due to the pollution of filth, the accumulation of death and yin energy can also condense many rare and precious materials."

"If used properly and impurities are removed, it can be a decent low-grade spiritual material, which can be a valuable asset for cultivators who are just starting out."

"I am giving you sixty-four sealing tokens so that you can easily enter and exit to collect materials inside, or use the endless stream of demons inside to train your juniors."

At this point, he paused slightly, his words tinged with a hint of emotion:

“In the past, every sect or clan with a certain foundation would have at least one secret realm that could reliably produce spiritual materials and hone the skills of its disciples.”

"Ah—what a pity~"

Those around him didn't know exactly what the "pity" in that sigh meant.

However, the scene mentioned in the conversation, combined with the token that had already been put away and the semi-circular seal that occupied the view in the distance, was quite striking.

With a little imagination, one can conjure up some scenes of the "past" that the other person is talking about.

That was clearly a scene of extraordinary prosperity and evolution:

Various sects stand side by side, and newcomers, led by elders, enter secret realms for trials, displaying their skills, flying through the air and escaping into the earth, with endless wondrous techniques.

It almost perfectly matches most modern people's imagination of ancient cultivation scenes.

However, this was exactly the effect that Lü Gu wanted.

He glanced around and saw that there was someone specifically in charge of recording all his words, which pleased him greatly.

His gaze shifted, and he saw that everyone had their heads down, avoiding eye contact, which made him feel somewhat bored.

Having finished explaining everything that needed to be explained, he spoke again, drawing everyone's attention:

"Alright, now that this matter is settled, I should head back. It's been quite an experience to see the sights outside."

As he spoke, his figure slowly rose into the air.

As everyone looked up and nodded slightly, a golden light instantly enveloped his figure.

Along with Li Qingfeng below, and Yang Ping wrapped up like a mummy, they were all included and suddenly disappeared in a flash.

When everyone came to their senses, the area where the deck had been was completely empty.

A while passed.

"Huh——~"

Simultaneously, a series of sighs of relief echoed throughout the ship.

Suddenly relaxing, Zhou Wu touched the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but smile wryly, turning to look at Old Zhang, who was in a similar situation.

"Ignorance is bliss, huh..."

"Before I saw them take action, I could still have a proper chat with them, but now I feel like I can barely stand here."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang couldn't help but glance at his old friend, feeling that after getting over the initial struggle of pressing the nuclear launch button, his entire mindset seemed to have changed.

However, he still replied verbally:

"Of course. I didn't know that before, but now that I'm standing next to a god who can reverse the sun, moon and stars, it's no wonder I feel pressured."

"It would be abnormal if you were truly heartless..."

(End of this chapter)