This busyness lasted for three months.
During these three months, the Jashin Religion mobilized all its followers to enter the mountains and hunt various animals. Furthermore, they spent large sums of money to purchase massive quantities of biological specimens from merchant guilds, even including some slaves. All of these became nourishment for Lord Jashin and Simu.
Every time they performed a sacrifice, they naturally chose the Blood Pool beneath the divine statue. After all, who would have thought that this Blood Pool had already become the body of a transmigrator? Transmigrating into a pool of blood was a concept that would likely be considered quite shocking even among all transmigrators.
Under the supply of such a vast amount of flesh and blood, Simu accumulated a massive amount of life energy while simultaneously obtaining a multitude of diverse genes. With the support of ample energy, Simu spent almost every waking moment utilizing the [Womb of the Creator] to upgrade and manufacture various new types of Jashin race members.
Naturally, Simu was not the only one who gained immense benefits. In a small space far beyond the Shinobi World, our Lord Jashin was greedily enjoying this continuous stream of blood sacrifices.
"Jie jie jie jie jie jie!"
"It seems that making those two boys my followers was an incredibly wise decision!"
Thick black mist churned constantly within this space, while countless scarlet pupils flickered on and off like a cluster of stars.
"I wonder whose contribution this really is?" Lord Jashin muttered, but he quickly came up with an answer. "It must be Simu's doing. That boy Hidan looks like he's not very bright."
"At this rate, it should only take me two or three years to successfully break free. When that time comes, the entire Shinobi World will tremble because of me!"
"Jie jie jie jie jie jie!"
Unlike Lord Jashin's excitement, our Archbishop stood within the temple, his face clouded with worry. Although he could feel Lord Jashin's statue becoming more vivid, the main issue was... the Jashin Religion was out of money!
Over the past three months, to purchase various sacrifices, the sect had nearly exhausted all the reserves it had built up over the years. If these frenzied sacrifices continued, the followers of the Jashin Religion would have nothing to eat starting tomorrow.
Fortunately, at this time, someone arrived. This person was completely shrouded in a black trench coat, and the gaze of the surrounding followers was clearly filled with a hint of awe. This was because this person was the fourth-in-command of the Jashin Religion, the General Manager, Miura Kikuchi.
Describing him that way might lack flair, but in truth, before the birth of the two Divine Sons, Simu and Hidan, he was the second-in-command. He was specifically responsible for the Jashin Religion's external operations, such as assassinations, collecting protection money, robbery, and missionary work. He could be called the Archbishop's right-hand man and the sect's god of wealth.
"Archbishop, this is a letter from Mr. Sakamoto."
Miura Kikuchi pulled a letter from his wide trench coat; his return this time was specifically for this matter. The Archbishop took the envelope, patted his shoulder, and said, "It was a long journey, thank you for your hard work."
"Archbishop, you are the one who has worked hard."
Miura Kikuchi keenly noticed the dense wrinkles at the corners of the Archbishop's eyes. He clearly remembered that there weren't this many when he visited three months ago. Furthermore, his overall spirit seemed much more haggard.
"Has something happened at the headquarters?" Miura Kikuchi asked hesitantly.
The Archbishop closed his eyes tiredly, let out a sigh, and said, "It's nothing. I'll tell you when there's a chance."
He opened the envelope, his eyes flickering as he asked, "Sakamoto wants us to help him deal with that guy named Gato?"
Miura Kikuchi replied, "Yes. This Gato is reportedly from a newly rising shipping company in the Land of Waves. He might want to interfere with the shipping business in the Land of Rivers. Mr. Sakamoto hopes we can kill this nuisance for him."
"Is that so..."
The Archbishop rubbed his chin, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. The Jashin Religion had close ties with the Sakamoto Merchant Group; in fact, the Sakamoto Merchant Group was one of the sect's financial backers, providing large amounts of money every year to support its development. Therefore, the Jashin Religion had no reason to refuse his request.
Seeing that the Archbishop was still somewhat hesitant, Miura Kikuchi finally played his trump card.
"Archbishop, Mr. Sakamoto said that if we can successfully deal with Gato, he is willing to increase his support for the Jashin Religion to fifty million Ryo per year!"
Hearing this, the Archbishop's eyebrows shot up, and a smile appeared on his face. "It seems Mr. Sakamoto's faith in Lord Jashin is also very devout." After saying that, he glanced at Miura Kikuchi. "Next time, remember to state the conditions clearly first!"
Miura Kikuchi quickly bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
The Archbishop turned his back, seemingly thinking about something. Suddenly, a massive explosion echoed from within the base.
"This is bad, Archbishop!" A follower ran over in a panic from the distance.
The joy on the Archbishop's face vanished instantly, turning completely dark. Sure enough, the follower's report was exactly as he expected!
"Archbishop, the two Divine Sons are fighting again!"
"I knew it." The Archbishop gritted his teeth, making Miura Kikuchi look on with curiosity. Just what kind of Divine Sons could cause the Archbishop such distress and helplessness?
"Kamizuki Simu, I'm going to kill you!"
In the Cafeteria, Hidan held a pitch-black spear, thrusting it fiercely toward Simu. After three months of desperate training, Hidan's Taijutsu had made significant progress. This was because while "desperate" might be an adjective for others, for Hidan, it was literal!
Every attack he launched at Simu was a suicide mission. Unfortunately, even so, he had failed to leave a single wound on Simu. Instead, he was constantly and easily cut down by Simu's Kagune. It was within this hellish cycle of constant ambushes, failures, beheadings, resurrections, and then more ambushes that Hidan's Taijutsu had undergone a heaven-and-earth transformation compared to three months ago.
The speed at which Hidan swung his spear was very fast, but unfortunately, he was facing Simu. A massive centipede had ambushed him from underground at some unknown time, suddenly striking Hidan's abdomen and pinning him to the ceiling.
"Boom!"
The violent impact caused a massive indentation in the ceiling. Hidan struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood and cursed indifferently, "Bastard Simu, you only ever use these underhanded tricks!"
Simu remained unmoved, gently pushing up his glasses. "If incompetent rage could kill people, Hidan, you should have surpassed the Sage of Six Paths by now."
"Aaaaah!!!!"
Hidan flew into an instantaneous rage, veins bulging all over his body as he tried to break free from Simu's restraint. After all, lies don't hurt, but the truth is a sharp blade. In the past three months of sparring, he hadn't won a single time! This left Hidan's self-esteem with nowhere to go!
"I'll take you with me!"
Hidan suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing rows of Paper Bombs densely packed inside. He let out a maniacal laugh and roared, "Let's die together!"