"What's going on?" Tong Dun remained calm, nothing in this world is free, even if you pick it up, you have to weigh whether it will knock out your big teeth.

  "If a legal profession can summon demons through magic, then you can also summon through divine arts!" Holma exclaimed excitedly.

  A beautiful and elegant font of magical flames formed the name of a divine technique, along with a detailed introduction, clearly displayed on the title page.

  The spirits' confession can purify the body and soul of evil creatures, making them devout followers who atone for their past sins.

  "This is actually the Dragon Slaying Stage Divine Art, and it's said that you can exchange for it with just 3,000 soul sacrifices. You've really made a huge profit!" Holma laughed loudly, "Now this problem is finally solved!"

  "Is divine magic that powerful? Can it actually change the faith of a vengeful spirit? Wouldn't that mean there's no evil in the world?" Tong Dun was shocked.

  "Commoner, you've got it wrong. The failure rate of this divine technique is extremely high, almost one in a thousand. It's only suitable for those low-intellect ghouls and abominations. If it were a Death Knight, you'd be chopped into mincemeat in the first second!" Holma really wanted to roll her eyes, this new master was too stupid, looks like she had to give him a crash course to make up for his lack of knowledge.

  "I knew it, how could we possibly give those wicked witches a chance to turn over a new leaf and become good people? No way, good riddance!" Danton was relieved, divine magic was indeed a miracle of the gods, but ultimately not omnipotent.

  "No more nonsense, let's get on with the sacrifice already. It'll be enough to deal with those corpse-eating demons." Holma urged.

  "Not to mention that I can't even afford the cheapest of spells, but bringing a ghoul servant with me when I go out is just too embarrassing!"

  Just thinking about those tattered and maggot-infested ghouls following him around in the future made Tang Don feel a chill run down his spine, and he feared that his appetite would be greatly reduced from now on.

  "Others can only use it at the Decisive Stage, but you can have it now. What a huge advantage! At worst, we can just switch later!"

  "Don't force me to swear, this unevolved trash ghoul, I'll chop one down with a single knife without even panting." Tang Dun said gloomily, "If only there was a ghoul lord who could repent, that would be good."

  "Daydreaming!" Homer scoffed.

  "Alright, I suppose the primary ones will do? They don't even have the strength of a first-tier soul, what am I supposed to use them for? To pollute the city's appearance?" Tang Don racked his brains, thinking about what advantages they had.

  "Wait until you reach the War stage or find Soul-type magical equipment, then you can try to tame a low-level Ghoul. Otherwise, just wait for the backlash and be hunted down!" Holma muttered, if she wasn't on the verge of collapse herself, let alone a low-level Ghoul, even a Ghoul Lord would obey her!

  "Yeah, even the Dragon's Tooth can be found torn apart, who knows if there's better magic equipment to be had? After all, those living in luxury suites are all from wealthy and noble families, how could they possibly lack defensive gear?" Tang Dun muttered to himself as he prepared to continue hunting, "Robinson, you guys absolutely must not go to the top floor!"

  "Hey, in this situation where you could die at any moment, you actually don't have a choice. Having one more ghoul servant will increase your survival rate by quite a bit." Holma's words were heavy with persuasion, if Tang Dong died, she would once again sink into a long slumber.

  "Even if I wanted to make an offering, I don't have a soul!"

  Soulstones are a must-have for adventurers, used to preserve the souls of slain prey. However, it's clear that Tondon, this poor devil, can't afford one.

  "It's okay to owe debt!"

  Seeing Downton get up and drag the torn dragon tooth to the door, ready to leave, Mo Tian hurriedly flew in front of him and cast a large character.

  "Huh? Is this the god who's been messed with too much?" Tang Dun couldn't help but laugh.

  Those who offer sacrifices are afraid that the offerings are not good and the gods will not bestow their blessings, but it has never been heard that they will encounter a god who actively asks for debt.

  Even the weakest of gods is mysterious and looks down on mortals, without sufficient offerings, they won't even glance at you.

  "In just one month, if you can offer three thousand souls as sacrifice within a month, you can obtain this Dragon Slaying Stage divine technique!" Holma also had a black line on her forehead, thinking that this god was too cheap.

  "You seem like a middleman, why don't you ask that god if it's okay to give a 30% discount?" Tang Don only joked, but unexpectedly Holma suddenly fell silent.

  A magic book was floating in mid-air, which was a bit eerie.

  "Can't be true, right?" Tang Don was quite self-aware that with his current abilities, even if he asked about Holma's origins, the other party wouldn't say anything and would instead leave a bad impression.

  "It can be discounted by 70%, but the time will have to be shortened to twenty days." Holma suddenly projected out the words, startling Tongdon.

  "Really?!" Tong Dun was somewhat stunned, waving his hand and writing another line of characters, "How about a 50% discount? I reckon in the past few thousand years, I'm its first customer, shouldn't it give me some discount?"

  "Ordinary people, don't even think about making progress!" The words were written in a furious scrawl.

  "Who are you going to save? The soul I've saved is all yours." Tang Dun tapped his fingers on the magic book, "Really stupid."

  Homa was speechless, and after careful consideration, she indeed fell silent immediately.

  Tang Dun suddenly felt a bit apprehensive. Without an ace in the hole, killing Robinson and his two companions and leaving this underground city would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  Sooner or later they would all die anyway, so it was better to make a last-ditch effort. Tandon leaned against the wall, thinking about how he could maximize the advantages of being cannon fodder like the Corpse Eater.

  "It's agreed!" Horma exclaimed about the negotiation result, "One thousand five hundred souls, paid in full within twenty days!"

  "Come on, give me the divine technique!"

  Dangton had just nodded when a golden arrow suddenly appeared from the book page and shot into his brow.

  Boom! Tongdon felt like his brain had been hit by a battering ram, and everything went black in front of him. He stumbled backward several steps, almost falling to the ground.

  "How are you feeling?" Holma asked with concern. "The martial skills, magic and divine techniques obtained from the offering will be directly imprinted into your brain, so it's going to hurt."

  "Alright!" Tongdon felt some incantations added in his mind, made a spellcasting gesture, and prepared to release the vengeful spirits.

  "Hold it right there, this divine technique consumes a lot of magical energy. With your reserves, you can use it at most three times!" Holma hastily stopped him, "Your magical energy is depleted, and you need to meditate for six hours to recover."

  Danton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, relieved that he had delayed for so long, or else Robinson would have gone ahead to explore the luxurious suite first, and by then he wouldn't even get a sip of soup.

  "Sacrifices can only teach you the basics of soul confession, but not mastery. To wield it like an extension of yourself in battle, you must practice constantly." Holma cautioned Danton seriously, worried that he would become addicted to the thrill of sacrifice after having a taste of it.

  "I understand, the things that are gained through hard work and sweat are the most real!" Tong Dun deeply agreed with this. Only when martial skills are cultivated to the point of being second nature can they be wielded effortlessly and exert their maximum power.

  Tang Dun slipped out of the guest room, carefully making his way to the top floor while listening intently, now hoping to bump into a Corpse Eater.

  In the underground castle teeming with undead creatures, Tandon's expectations were soon fulfilled. As he stepped onto the fifth floor, he saw a ghoul wandering in the corridor.

  Tang Dun's left hand rose, softly chanting the incantation of the spirits' confession. A golden longbow appeared in his hand, and his right hand drew the bowstring into a crescent shape. The light condensed into a golden arrow.

  Having finished his preparations, Tandong stamped his right foot heavily on the ground.

  Bang!

  The ghoul heard the noise, turned its head and saw Tang Don, immediately pounced on him like a mad dog, because of the speed, many flies were shaken off his body.

  Tang Dun's shooting technique was generally rough and could only increase his hit rate with this clumsy method. When the Corpse Ghost rushed within ten meters, he relaxed his right hand.

  Whoosh! The arrow shot in like a meteor, piercing the Ghoul's chest cavity and passing through.

  The ghoul's body convulsed once, and then it let out a scream, continuing its attack.

  "Fight on, even in defeat!" Holma projected the words.

  Danton swung his battle-axe, chopping down the wraith and smashing its skull to pieces. No need to look for a second one now. A ghoul that had been feeding on corpses heard the commotion and darted out of the guest room.

  The Lich's Confession wasn't an instant cast, but the total casting time still didn't exceed three seconds. When the Ghoul charged within five meters, Tang Dong's arrow shot out.

  Whoosh, the arrow shot into the chest of the Corpse Eater and passed through.

  "Die!" Thunderton blocked the wraith's claw strike with his torn dragon fang and then chopped off its neck.

  "The high failure rate is discouraging." Holma extracted the remaining soul fragments from the corpse, but instead of merging them, she preserved them.

  "It will always succeed!" Tanton's expression didn't change as he continued searching for his next target.

  Five minutes later, Tang Don suffered his third defeat, his magical energy exhausted, leaving him feeling physically drained, dizzy, weak in the limbs and extremely sleepy.

  "Have you ever thought about what would happen if you still don't pay your due offerings after the deadline?"

  After a moment of silence, Mo Dian projected words, wanting to encourage Tang Dun.

  "It's just death, after all." Tanton leaned against the wall and went upstairs, with a hint of an arc at the corner of his mouth. "Since I've done it, don't regret it. Besides, I don't have time to lament the passing of spring. Strive to survive, even if I die, there's no regret!"

  Homa suddenly didn't know what to say, and Tanton's calm expression and steady heartbeat were proof that he wasn't lying.

  "You're not worried I'll be down for the count, are you?" Downton smiled. "I'm not that fragile."

  "You won't even offer a sacrifice, your soul will be forcibly sacrificed!" Holma reminded, "Sacrifice is a sacred contract, no one can rewrite it."

  "It's just as I expected, only the method of death is different." Tang Don tapped his magic book, "Oh right, I forgot to tell you earlier. Since the sacrifice has to go through you as a middleman, you can totally charge a handling fee!"

  Homa was shocked.

  "It's possible to scam a god, just thinking about it feels great. Next time we team up and scam him a few more times. It seems that even 50% off is still too much." Tang Don thought that if he offered an ultra-low price of half-off, the god might get so angry that he'd jump off a building.

  "Return my concern, I'm actually worried about a guy like you, I'm really stupid." Holma wrote the text complaining, but she was relieved that Tongdon had a big heart, and the greater the pressure, the more excellent he performed.

  "So many divine arts, all of which you want!" Tang Don licked the dry corner of his mouth, "I remember you said that in the plane space of the magic book, there are not a few altars, and not a few fallen gods. Which one is more foolish? Easier to haggle?"

  Homa refused to answer. This guy was indeed an atheist, but he suddenly felt that, given the current situation of those gods, it might actually be possible to scam them.