American Exorcism Male God

The light illuminated the villa's basement fully, with Xu Yi donned in a white lab coat, his face expressionless beneath the mask.

"The thirty-fifth Demon Blood fusion experiment begins!"

Xu Yi systematically blended the fresh blood of various monsters, with the Kamaitachi female demon making up 12%, the wheel-headed goblin 21%...

He added the auxiliary fusion potion, stabilizer, catalyst stone, and other ingredients according to the formula.

This formula originated from group five of MIT's blood scientific research department, with slight modifications by Xu Yi.

"Finally, the fresh blood of the Sea Monk, making up 11%."

Xu Yi activated the array on the workbench and used a glass rod to stir the potion, which was originally a blackish-red but gradually became transparent as he mixed.

The array's cyan light shone on the potion, and Xu Yi stared intently at it.

A low explosion sounded, a blinding flash of light passed through the potion momentarily, and the potion reverted to red. Xu Yi sighed deeply.

The experiment had still failed!

After leaving the Fiennes Manor, Xu Yi returned to his own villa. With the demon blood already in place, he began the experiment without delay.

Xu Yi drew a drop of blood and let it fall onto the back of his hand, activating the blood's olfactory ability.

[Unknown blood, "Quality: B", "Fusion success rate: 43%", "Promotion potential: Red Common"]

"That's still a significant improvement!" Xu Yi consoled himself.

When the experiments first began, just mixing the nine kinds of demon blood together would cause violent explosions, with the malevolent energy of the blood overflowing.

If not for Xu Yi's ability for Hyper Accelerated Regeneration, he would have probably already spent several Resurrection Coins by now.

"The fusion of the nine types of demon blood should have far greater potential!"

Keep in mind, the quality of the Sea Monk's blood had already reached B grade. Now, they were merely forcibly mixed together, not even achieving the effect where 1+1>2.

There was still a long road to success in the experiment.

Xu Yi used a syringe to extract the potion and injected it into the body of a small white rabbit.

He took out his beloved scientific research duo: "Nest of the Evil God + Magic-Prohibiting Box".

The rabbit injected with the blood began to mutate, with fine scales growing on its skin and its body deforming...

Through the observation of the Nest of the Evil God, Xu Yi quickly recorded the potion's various data, his writing flying furiously. Two minutes later, the rabbit exploded violently, and flesh scattered.

[The "Strength" entry burns, gaining mystical inspiration...]

Xu Yi closed his eyes slightly, promptly activating one of the abilities of "Mysticism Master".

"Strength" descended from a mountainous deformed murderer, with seven entries, languishing unused in the entry library until now, when it finally came into play.

He had already attained "Mystical Inspiration" five times; this would be the sixth.

Xu Yi's pupils became dull, but his mind spun rapidly. Scenes of the experiment flashed through his head.

Inspiration was a lavish commodity, usually in a state of drought, but now inspiration rushed in like a flood, engulfing Xu Yi.

He could even pick and choose, selecting the best inspiration from the deluge.

"This ability is simply a Divine Skill for scientific work!" Xu Yi couldn't help but exclaim.

As the "Strength" entry burned to ashes, Xu Yi had pinpointed the problem.

"The Sea Monk's blood contains a powerful toxicity that needs a specific material to neutralize the poison."

He squinted slightly, searching through the data in his Palace of Memory.

A myriad of mystical materials appeared before him. There were not a few materials that could neutralize the poison of the Sea Monk's blood, the challenge lay in doing so without affecting the original properties of the potion. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Trying them one by one could take a considerable amount of time.

This was no longer a matter of inspiration. Even burning more entries would not solve it, and what's more, there were not many entries left.

"Maybe I should try superbrain computation?"

An idea suddenly came to Xu Yi's mind. He had never attempted to use this ability since he acquired it.

He closed his eyes, and his soul seemed to leave his body. He began to view things from a "god's-eye perspective".

Countless pieces of information flowed before his eyes, like stars. The stars began to interconnect, with dense flashes of light flickering, his brain transcended limitations, and started to deduce at high speed.

One material after another was ruled out...

Xu Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his face turning pale; it was as if the back of his head had been struck hard by a sledgehammer, and he steadied himself using the desk.

He breathed heavily, the aftereffects of the super brain calculations far exceeded his expectations; he should have exited around 30 seconds in.

But that feeling of "everything in the world being within one's grasp" was just too wonderful; he was immersed in it until he was forced out by the onset of the aftereffects.

It took Xu Yi a long time to recuperate, finally feeling a slight improvement, although there was still a dull pain in his temples.

Although he was pale, Xu Yi's eyes were sparkling; he knew which materials to choose now.

"Moonlight Grass! What's missing is Moonlight Grass! As long as we add Moonlight Grass, there is a high probability of successful fusion!"

The door to the basement was pushed open, and naturally, the only person who could freely enter this laboratory was Lisa.

"A call from the Secret Group," Lisa began, then suddenly stopped when she noticed Xu Yi's pale face and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Xu Yi shook his head, "What could be wrong? You know how strong my body is. It's quite a coincidence, I was just about to contact the Secret Group myself."

Lisa looked at Xu Yi's departing figure, concern showing in her eyes; Xu Yi's body was indeed strong, but often, what was consumed was not merely physical strength.

"Martin! It's quite the coincidence, I was just about to talk to you. I urgently need Moonlight Grass, send some over!" Xu Yi picked up the phone that hadn't been hung up and spoke as if he were completely at ease.

There was silence on the other end of the call from Martin.

As the head of the Boston Secret Group, Martin had seen all sorts of people over his five years in this position, but he had never met anyone quite like Xu Yi.

They had only met once, so why did Xu Yi act like they were old friends?

"We're the Secret Group, not your 'material warehouse'!"

Martin said this through gritted teeth.

Xu Yi had asked the Secret Group for mystical materials not once or twice.

To be precise, this was the eighteenth time, and he had inquired about mystical materials eighteen times in less than two days.

"Wasn't it you who said to come to the Secret Group if there was trouble? Right, the materials from last time are almost used up, find me some more, thanks, Martin!" Xu Yi responded as if it were no big deal.

Polite, indeed! Martin felt a sour taste in his teeth. He fell silent for a long while before nodding eventually, "Understood, I'll have it sent over later."

Wasn't the other party a powerful being who could fend off an Evil Deity on his own? For the sake of enlisting him, should he put up with this?

Of course, he could only choose to forgive him!

Xu Yi felt completely justified in using the "Secret Group material warehouse", considering the great risks involved in dealing with an Evil Deity.

Although it's true that 'when the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold', he wasn't one of the Bostonians; if things really went south, he could just move to another city.

"By the way! Did you call me for something?" Xu Yi suddenly asked.

Martin slapped his forehead; he had been so wrapped up in his irritation that he almost forgot what was important, "The Retribution Plan starts tomorrow at noon, 12 o'clock!"

Xu Yi's expression became serious, "Understood! I'll be there on time!"

......

In a secluded manor somewhere in Boston.

Barton headed straight into the depths of the manor.

It was hard to imagine that such a modernized laboratory existed within an old-fashioned manor, equipped with all sorts of high-end devices.

He gazed at the white figure conducting experiments and spoke with a cold expression, "Where is it?"

"Barton, I remember you were from a noble family before becoming a vampire. Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock before entering?" the person said softly.

"Nobility? After my tribe, after my beloved wife died at the hands of an Evil Deity, there was no more nobility left, only an Avenger!" A deep hatred flickered in Barton's eyes.

"Enough talk! Give it to me!" Barton was growing impatient.

The figure paused for a moment, took out a metal box from the cabinet, and passed it to Barton, "The Ryan Potion is still not perfected; no one can withstand the power of the potion."

"I didn't trust my superhuman intuition before, which led to the tragedy caused by the Evil Deity. Now I choose to believe in myself... I will find a suitable vessel for it!" Barton took the metal box and walked away without looking back.