Martial arts practiced: Archaic Wind Sutra, Phantom Demon Body Technique, Rainbow Divine Palm, Star-Shattering Blade...

Logan Brooks mainly focused on this person's life experiences.

Some details couldn't be covered, but the key milestones in a person's life from birth to now were basically all there.

By comparing with the resume, quite a lot could be deduced.

Overall, this person's loyalty shouldn't be an issue.

However...

This guy is really something... Logan Brooks cursed inwardly.

According to the information provided by the black jar, this fellow, in his early years, had impersonated a groom several times to take someone else's place.

Relying on his superb disguise skills, he pretended to be the groom and entered the bridal chamber with the bride...

Logan Brooks's facial muscles twitched, speechless for a moment.

He let out a sigh.

He calmed himself.

Obtaining information on Azure Dragon Five consumed much less nectar than it did for the Wisdom King.

He felt more and more that Ying Qingqing was not simple... Logan Brooks muttered inwardly.

From another perspective, if he had enough blood-red nectar, did that mean that in front of him, no one could have any secrets?

For example...

The Sword Pavilion Master?

Let's not talk about the alien clan chief for now.

The Sword Pavilion Master—he urgently needed his Haotian Divine Sword to heal his injuries.

But according to the information from the black jar, it was mostly flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship, not the full set of information.

And to obtain information on an opponent of this level, it would probably require a lot of blood-red nectar.

At least as much as for himself, the Demon Cult Leader.

Right now, there wasn't enough nectar.

Logan Brooks fell silent in thought.

If he were to evaluate, the previous battle with the Sword Pavilion Master was somewhat hasty.

Indeed, according to the intelligence in the jade slip, the other Emperor among the Three Emperors, the Blade Emperor, was currently in seclusion.

So the Demon Cult Leader could confidently and decisively fight the Sword Pavilion Master.

If he could win, nothing more needed to be said.

If he lost, or ended in a draw like now, he could use the black jar as a backup plan.

That was how it was supposed to go...

Logan Brooks sighed inwardly, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Now, what he had taken over was just such a situation.

Both inside and outside the cult, fires had been lit.

But there wasn't enough water to put them out.

The root of the problem still lay in his own injuries.

That was why, in front of outsiders just now, Logan Brooks had acted so forcefully, to intimidate the restless enemies both inside and outside the cult.

But he couldn't just bluff.

Only with real strength could he have real presence.

While trying to heal, he also needed to quickly get familiar with the power of this body.

If a top-class car was repaired but the new driver couldn't drive it, it would be a joke.

Logan Brooks took out a token from his person.

Last night, while fiddling with those jade slips, he had also figured out this token.

This was a token that only he, the cult leader, could activate.

It contained the Demon Cult's highest-level secret arts.

According to ancient tradition, the Demon Cult had collected over a hundred martial arts.

Among them were thirty-six secret arts, each powerful, any one of which was famous in the martial world, comparable to the foundational treasures of top-tier sects.

And above the thirty-six secret arts, the Demon Cult had six peerless ultimate arts.

And...

Only I, the cult leader, can practice it—an even higher-level sect-guarding divine art above the six peerless ultimate arts: Heavenly Demon Blood... Logan Brooks rubbed the token in his palm with his fingers.

The thirty-six secret arts were not in this token.

What was here were the six peerless ultimate arts, and the sect-guarding divine art, Heavenly Demon Blood.

There was relatively little content about Heavenly Demon Blood.

Because this unique divine art could only be passed down to one person at a time, and its cultivation had innate restrictions.

In the Southern Wilderness Demon Domain, in the underground palace of the Demon Cult's main altar, there was one of the cult's three great treasures—the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree.

It bore fruit only once every forty-nine years.

Each time, only one fruit.

Only those who ate the fruit of the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree could master Heavenly Demon Blood; otherwise, it was all in vain.

Those who had eaten the fruit would naturally understand many of the principles when cultivating Heavenly Demon Blood.

Therefore, there wasn't much written about it in books.

Most of the content was about the ultimate art that best brought out the power of Heavenly Demon Blood—the Great Heavenly Demon Hand.

Logan Brooks practiced according to the method, exploring bit by bit.

Fortunately, although he hadn't inherited the body's original memories,

The martial arts in this body had already formed a certain mysterious instinct.

Now, as he practiced, he picked up most things extremely quickly.

It was as if the foundation had already been laid.

As Logan Brooks continued practicing, he gradually got the feel for it, immersing himself in the ocean of martial arts, finding it unexpectedly enjoyable and endlessly fascinating, not at all tedious.

After finishing his practice, he slowly withdrew his energy and stopped.

A satisfied smile appeared on Logan Brooks's face.

But when he saw himself in the mirror, he suddenly froze.

The smile on his face disappeared as well.

Because he discovered that the light shining from his pupils was no longer pure black, but had turned a dark gold.

Achieving success in cultivating Heavenly Demon Blood should have manifested the light of the Mysterious Crow in his eyes, which was supposed to be black.

This had become the distinguishing feature of Demon Cult leaders through the ages—no one else could imitate it.

So why had his suddenly changed?

Logan Brooks was stunned.