Meng Yan's lips curved into a peculiar smile.
This Chris was truly unlucky.
After advancing to a Second-Order Low-Level Demon, his first visit to the surface world of Qingyuan Star led him straight to Meng Yan.
The result was obvious: he was immediately defeated.
Hundreds of years of diligent cultivation, trickery, and deception had finally allowed him to advance to a Second-Order Low-Level Demon, only to end up benefiting Meng Yan for nothing.
Shaking his head, he surveyed the mess around him. He wasn't in a hurry to have John bring people to clean it up.
Instead, he refocused his gaze on the square table where the parchment manuscripts were laid out.
Seven parchment manuscripts lay quietly spread on the table.
John had collected a total of twelve parchment manuscripts for Meng Yan.
Among the twelve, five manuscripts only contained basic magic traces, which were useless to him.
The other seven parchment manuscripts...
Four of them contained rituals for summoning ordinary demons, written in an ancient White Eagle Federation language.
Of these four parchment manuscripts, one was a ritual manuscript for summoning a physical demon, which Meng Yan did not intend to use for the time being.
Three were ritual manuscripts for summoning spiritual demons.
One of the spiritual demon summoning rituals failed because the corresponding spiritual demon was already dead.
The other two summoning rituals provided Meng Yan's divinity with the souls of a First-Order Ordinary Soul-Devouring Demon and a Second-Order Low-Level Illusory Spirit Demon.
He picked up the three ritual manuscripts for summoning spiritual demons and set them aside.
Then he took out the five parchment manuscripts that only had basic magic traces.
With the eight parchment manuscripts gathered, Meng Yan gently ran his hand over them.
A large amount of blood energy covered the parchment manuscripts, and in an instant, the eight manuscripts were completely corroded, leaving only some dark red dust on the square table.
These eight ritual manuscripts were no longer useful.
These ritual manuscripts were given to John by Ms. Mary, so there was no need to return them. Therefore, Meng Yan directly destroyed the useless manuscripts.
The remaining four parchment manuscripts...
One was a ritual manuscript for summoning a physical demon.
Three were manuscripts written in the demon language, their content unknown.
After continuously receiving the complete memories of two demons, although Meng Yan had not yet fully mastered the demon language due to the short time, he could already roughly discern the content written on these three parchment manuscripts.
After reading the content of the three parchment manuscripts, Meng Yan's expression became somewhat grim.
These three demon language parchment manuscripts...
One recorded a ritual for summoning a physical demon.
One recorded a cultivation method for a First-Order demon spell. This was only useful for human Demon Magicians; Blood Clans could not cultivate demon spells.
The last parchment manuscript contained graffiti, written by an unknown person, along with some curses against Demon Hunters, having no practical value.
He casually destroyed the graffiti manuscript.
Meng Yan looked at the three remaining parchment manuscripts on the square table.
Two ritual manuscripts for summoning physical demons.
One record manuscript of a First-Order demon spell.
For now, these three parchment manuscripts were of no use to Meng Yan.
He currently dared not set up the ritual for summoning physical demons, fearing that he might summon an existence he couldn't handle.
He also couldn't cultivate that First-Order demon spell.
He sighed, picked up these three parchment manuscripts from the square table, and placed them in an exquisite small wooden box, temporarily sealing them away.
He composed himself.
The twelve manuscripts John gave him had already helped him immensely.
After absorbing those two demons, his Spiritual Power sensing range broke through to the Blood Clan Viscount level, and his control over his divinity also increased somewhat.
Next, he only needed to spend some time, proceed step by step, and he would be able to successfully become a true Blood Clan Viscount.
Not to mention, the complete memories of those two demons had greatly enhanced his experience and knowledge accumulation...
Meng Yan comfortably reclined on a sandalwood chair, while John directed several condemned prisoners who were busy working.
He casually flipped through the documents in his hand. These documents had been provided by John earlier.
They recorded some areas where Evil Spirits might exist.
"In White Eagle Year 1142, in the northern region of Nan Yue Province, east of Goodell Town, an unidentified female corpse suddenly appeared in an ancient clock tower.
Although the unidentified female corpse was quickly carried away, from then on, whenever town residents passed near the clock tower at night, they could faintly hear a woman's weeping.
Legend has it that anyone who entered that clock tower late at night was never seen again."
"In White Eagle Year 1145, in the Eastern Region of Nan Yue Province, a centuries-old town with tens of thousands of residents suddenly vanished in a dense fog.
After the fog dissipated, only a barren piece of land remained where the town once stood; all town residents and buildings had disappeared without a trace."
... "In White Eagle Year 1156, in a small village in the Tonghe River basin, southwest of Nan Yue Province.
Every day at dawn, a little girl selling purple roses would appear on the village streets.
If a villager encountered this little girl, they would be asked to buy a purple rose with a part of their body.
No one dared to refuse, because only those who bought the purple rose survived."
... All such incidents recorded here were suspected Evil Spirit incidents specifically collected by John.
Their authenticity was not to be doubted.
It was White Eagle Year 1166 now, and these events in the documents had occurred within the last few decades.
Meng Yan shook his head. It seemed that even with powerful Demon Hunters in this world, the lives of ordinary people could not always be peaceful.
Even a slight ripple from the extraordinary world was more than ordinary people could bear.
Based on his current understanding, Meng Yan could roughly determine that most of the legends in the documents were likely caused by Evil Spirits.
However, he did not plan to go to these areas for now.
Firstly, he needed to break through to the Blood Clan Viscount level as soon as possible and should not be constantly on the move.
Secondly, based on the textual information of these Evil Spirit legends, it was impossible to determine the level of the Evil Spirits involved.
If he encountered a particularly powerful Evil Spirit, Meng Yan might die violently before even touching the opponent.
Evil Spirits' attack methods were known for their unpredictability, so caution was necessary.
Of course, if he encountered an Evil Spirit of average strength, whose level was not too different from his own...
Meng Yan would be practically invincible.
Evil Spirits were all soul entities, and for soul entities, as long as they had physical contact with Meng Yan, his divinity could directly absorb them.
He set these documents aside.
The most urgent task was to break through to the Blood Clan Viscount level.
Feeling the divinity within his Blood Core, he silently calculated the pure energy released by the divinity.
It would only take about two years for him to raise his physical strength and Blood Core energy level by one tier, truly becoming a Blood Clan Viscount.
"Viscount William..."
A hint of inexplicable meaning appeared in Meng Yan's eyes.
His initial goal was to reach the peak Blood Clan Viscount level within the next nine years.
Once he reached this level, even if Viscount William possessed a high-grade blood implement, Meng Yan should be able to protect himself.
After all, Viscount William himself had not reached the peak Viscount level, so the power he could exert using a high-grade blood implement was limited.
"If I could advance to Blood Clan Earl..."
Meng Yan let out an almost imperceptible murmur.