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Chapter 227: 157 Borrowed by Ability (5200)_3 Chapter 227: 157 Borrowed by Ability (5200)_3 “Beastblood Path: Injection of beast blood, allows for transformation…”

“Mercury Path: Mercury injected into the brain, gifts Telekinesis…”

“Dark Path: Grafting dark organs, absconding abilities…”

“Trap Path, Pill Path, Poison Path, Crossbow Path…”

These middle-aged and elderly people who had practiced Secret Martial Art for a lifetime were truly enlightened today. They had never imagined that there could be so many diverse extraordinary methods. However, each seemed to be flawed, having a tiny bit of weakness. And they couldn’t gradually become stronger through cultivation and insight like the Secret Martial Art. All these paths relied on external superhuman objects, viewed as borrowed power.

They can replace external objects, but there’s no way to enhance them.

These elderly men from the northern Secret Martial Art factions could clearly see the drawbacks. The numerous factions of Eerie Night Guests were excellent for broadening one’s perspective and sparking inspiration. As for trying to cultivate and engage with them, it was not worth it. It’s essentially abandoning the root and pursuing the tip.

Ignoring the main road in favor of a precarious shortcut?

After a simple lunch, everyone left the small building to head for the Baptism Church. They came to a roundabout marked by a sculpture. Mian immediately noticed something wrong.

He raised his hand to signal the others, then came to a stop.

Mian gestured towards a bell tower in the distance.

Following Mian’s direction, Casio looked over and was startled to find two grey gargoyles carved on its top, about the size of a normal human.

At the moment, these gargoyles were facing this way. The grotesque stone faces were angular and frightful, with their muscular bodies seeming incredibly lifelike. It seemed as though they would flap their wings and pounce the next second.

Mian pointed his fingers in different directions around them.

Casio followed his lead, finding similar gargoyles on the edges of the domed buildings all around.

Some were standing in combat, some were howling in anger, some were crawling…

The only similarity was that those ugly heads were all staring this way, seemingly watching everyone.

Casio frowned, glancing at the nearby statue which was reduced to only a pair of feet. He remembered when he first came to Black Rain Villa, he assumed that this sculpture was the owner of the villa.

Perhaps these gargoyle sculptures were originally overlooking this way…

He brought it up immediately and everyone cautiously moved forward.

Just a few steps later, Mian raised his hand again, signaling everyone to halt. Because the heads of the gargoyles on the rooftops began to rotate. They were not locking onto the statue but Casio and his group. Something about them was attracting these gargoyles!

“Could it be the anomalies?”

“Even our master is being so cautious, I suspect we’re in trouble…”

With a somber feeling, Duomeng squinted.

“Continue.” Suddenly, a voice came from their side.

A few dark things were thrown over and Duomeng caught them reflexively. On opening his palm, he found it was ‘mouse droppings’.

“It’s likely that your aura leaked out, try some medicine and see how effective it is.” Casio closed the bottle and tucked it back into his pocket.

“It’s possible.” Mian agreed, swallowing the False Death Elixir that had been sealed for who knows how long. Duomeng also consumed it right away. It was just as he remembered – dried sour plums.

They proceeded forward again. This time, the gazes of the gargoyles didn’t follow. It indeed was due to the aura. Feeling slightly relieved, the group moved on, only to halt again.

The gargoyle sculptures hidden in the surrounding buildings were looking their way once again.

Casio turned to Mian and said, “The Baptism Church is likely to be one of the core areas of the Black Rain Villa. The attention here can’t be compared to other areas. As we get closer to the church, it becomes harder for outsiders to conceal their auras…”

“It seems most of you won’t be able to enter the church. We would have to let the test subjects go in with me; indirectly observing the results…”

After some thought and discussion, Mian decided to send Winged Snake Hadi back to the small building to bring over the test subjects.

Ten minutes later, five or six Markers were brought over.

Two of them seemed unwilling. They were the ones who had come to collect on their loans but ended up being taken in by Casio.

Apart from them, the other four were voluntary. Casio’s large sum of Dark Source was not borrowed for nothing. Just as money can make ghosts grind mill, having Dark Source could also influence Markers. There wereplenty of Eerie Night Guests who received regular tasks and feared they couldn’t survive. Casio could easily gather a bunch.

Cooperating with the experiment not only earned them Dark Source, but the experiment itself also used Dark Source to enhance themselves – double happiness.

Just a minuscule bit of risk was involved.

But this risk was much smaller than undertaking impossible regular tasks. At least that’s how it seemed on the surface.

Therefore, these experimental subjects were quite cooperative.

The two remaining test subjects were somewhat unwilling, but it didn’t matter. Casio had convinced them reasonably before. Considering this, they probably wouldn’t dare to act rashly for now and could be of use.

Next, Casio took them one by one towards the Baptism Church. Afterwards, when the Markers entered the Secret Room and the enhancement was done, Casio quickly escorted them to the roundabout.

“Excellent! Absolutely excellent!”

“Just as we anticipated!”

“The power of the Secret Soul… This power is simply tailor-made for Secret Martial Arts…”

Mian looked excitedly at the man before him. He was an elderly man with a robust build, silver hair, and sparkling eyes.

Who could have thought that this man, who looked barely fifty years old, was of thin body, possessed fully grey hair, and a face full of wrinkles just before entering? The old man was seventy-two years old in reality, and practiced the poison path. After enhancing his basic Secret Martial Art with the power of the Secret Soul, he seemed to lose twenty years!

Among the northern Secret Martial Art representatives, a few elders exchanged looks. They seemed to see the fiery passion in each other’s eyes.

The power of the Secret Soul works, and it works very well!

“Good! It couldn’t be better!” Winged Snake Hadi stroked his goatee and roared with laughter. He was the oldest among the crowd, at ninety-three. Though he had the means to prolong life, he knew very well that he could only hold on for ten plus years more at most. Decline and death were inevitable. But now… oh, but now!

Observing the excited crowd, Casio prepared to enhance his own Physique Realm with the power of Secret Soul. His realm was close to these northern Secret Martial Art representatives, so the transformation would be more convincing.

‘Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Herd 74.8% (Three layers total)’

‘Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Herd 76.4% (Three layers total)’

‘Elephant Soul Secret Technique: Bug Bite 66.8% (Three layers total)’

Wind Elephant Fist was about ten percent higher in progress than Elephant Soul Secret Technique, indicating that his physique could still advance by ten percent.

Casio strode forward, heading straight into the Baptism Church.