After the Main Priest finished laughing, he suddenly withdrew his soft demeanor and coldly asked, "That's easy to say, but you come here with empty words, giving me this thing. Do you think I will believe you?"

"That's why sincerity is the most important thing."

Ji Jue waved his hand and pulled out a handful of Holy Seals from his pocket, one after another, tossing them onto the table: "We've been cooperating with you for so long, and we're still hoping to join the cult through you. Why would we sever ties with you?

After all, these are just things done conveniently. With such a simple structure, with so many talented people in the cult, what could it possibly do?

Besides..."

He paused, his smile growing joyful: "If you're truly not at ease, why not test it with someone?

Rest assured, once you try it, you will surely understand. Our sincerity in turning to the light is much truer than just words."

The Main Priest pondered, his expression changing, saying nothing for a long time.

Meanwhile, Ji Jue left his pipe and things behind, stood up, slowly tidied his clothes, and respectfully bowed out: "In business, patience is most important. We aren't in a rush for resources.

Everyone's used to tough days, making the lower classes suffer a bit more doesn't matter. When you've experienced the effects, come contact us again."

As Ji Jue and his companions left, for a long while, the dead silent reception room remained where the Main Priest continued to think.

Lowering his eyes, deep in thought, he looked at the string of Holy Seals in his hand for a long time.

"Someone come."

He suddenly said, and immediately a servant came forward, respectfully prostrate.

"Mix this thing into the Holy Seals distributed by the Holy Hall, don't leave any traces, just give it to some hick, and keep an eye on it, understand?"

"Understood."

The servant held the Holy Seals in both hands, turned around, and left.

The reception room fell silent again.

Soon, amidst the song and dance, delicate moaning sounds began to echo continuously...

.

.

Until long after leaving the warehouse, Yan Fei couldn't restrain the impulse, finally gathering the courage to speak: "Mr. Ji, that thing... it... what exactly is it..."

"Ah?"

Ji Jue turned around, puzzled.

"I'm saying, that automatic prayer machine, is it really..."

"Yeah, really."

Ji Jue nodded decisively: "It can replace people in prayer, working on the same principle as praying in the Holy Hall, and it can even pass the Holy Hall's verification. In fact, it was crafted using a similar method."

Within those unremarkable Holy Seals, aside from inferior metals, the main materials are just leftover scraps from Angels.

Those mass-produced Holy Seals are hardly alchemy works; their construction is truly too simple.

The only technically sophisticated part is in the near-soul Spiritual Wisdom structure formed through spiritual refinement, not even worthy of being called fragments. Its greatest function is, like a prayer wheel, to continually meditate and pray to the Holy God, thereby extracting the wearer's nature and spiritual essence to complete the sacrifice.

"In fact, purely in terms of efficiency, it's even more useful than the devotees praying themselves. After all, who among mortals, with all their desires and emotions, can stay focused twenty-four hours a day without stray thoughts?"

At that moment, Yan Fei was stunned, incredulous.

Then, he suddenly 'saw the light' and had a sudden realization.

"I understand now!"

He declared decisively: "It must be poisoning! If we just mix something else into it over the years, we could certainly..."

"Pff!"

Old Bao by the side chuckled, exchanging a glance with Ji Jue, both grinning and shaking their heads.

Naive boy.

Seeing Yan Fei looking utterly clueless, Bao Dacai sighed and said: "You're still too naive. These days, everyone knows that if you trust a craftsman, even pigs could climb trees!

Even before buying a pair of shorts, you'd check them, let alone something from the resistance camp. They would definitely scrutinize it thoroughly with a magnifying glass. If there were anything, how could it be hidden?

Besides, there's simply no need to poison it."

"Then... then..." Yan Fei's face flushed red, furious from the mockery and anxious about Mr. Ji aiding the enemy: "Why... why do it then..."

"Because there's no need for any extra setup,"

Bao Dacai puffed on his tobacco leaf, exhaling a curl of blue smoke: "The mere existence of that thing itself is already a 'poison'."

But not aimed at the Holy God.

This poison targets all the believers... even the foundation of the cult!

When prayer can be replaced by tools, it's no longer 'devoutness'. The significance of the act of praying will be completely skewed.

Once divorced from the self-inspired meditation and focus, the significance of prayer will revert to the essence of tax-paying.

The more convenient it is, the more broadly it influences, the deeper the poison it causes!

No need to worry about no one using it.

Laziness is human nature. Even in a monotonous eight-hour class, people daydream and get distracted. If everyone could wholly commit to one thing, where would there be such a thing as slackers in this world?

You must understand, such lengthy prayer is inherently against human nature.

Once a simple method, a convenient practice reveals its benefits, naturally, there will be no shortage of people using it. Not only will there be no shortage, but even those who previously retained their integrity may gradually fall into using it.

Much like a stimulant.

Anyone can go twenty-four hours without eating or drinking, but they cannot remain focused in prayer for twenty-four hours. And for those using the automatic prayer machine, just hanging it around their necks allows them to outperform countless others...

He's using it, I'm using it; if you don't, how will you catch up to those who use tools and cheats to climb higher?

No, don't even talk about catching up. If everyone uses it, the result of not using it can only be... being left behind in the year-end evaluations!

Consider the consequences!

One-time falling behind costs a leg, two times costs internal organs, three times leads to Border Prison!

Falling behind means heading towards extinction!

Then, don't even talk about climbing up, maintaining your current position will leave you with only one choice!

"This is genuinely... a work of chaos, a creation of Zhi Fu!"

Bao Dacai chuckled sinisterly: "Some people say they're the backbone of the association, yet they've never mentioned they're also elites of You Sui.

Such insight into the essence, such talent for catalyzing chaos, even those few Craftsman Grandmasters would surely heap praises, wouldn't they?"

"Looking on the bright side, even if one day I can't make it in the association and join You Sui, there would still be a place for me." Ji Jue walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, carelessly retorting: "Better than endlessly wandering with no foothold in the world, right?"

"Hey, how do you know we have no place to stand?"

"Oh? Tell me more." Ji Jue seemed curious.

"Say what? What?" Old Deng replied confusedly: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Damn it, you old tease, I'll throw you into the furnace one day...

"I, I don't understand!"

Yan Fei loudly exclaimed, literally at a loss for words, eyes darting around in confusion, completely not understanding what these two had been babbling about.

But he sensed one thing keenly.

"But wouldn't doing this only make the Holy God stronger?!"

In the brief silence, the two walking ahead exchanged a glance and silently grinned with a sinister smile.

"Of course."

Ji Jue raised his eyes to the empty sky, mockingly sighing: "We've done so much just to make him consume more, to become stronger, right?"

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