Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“Clan Leader, please reconsider,” someone said. “He might have made a mistake, but he doesn’t deserve death.”
“Clan Leader, please let him go this once. He only went against Sword Saint Feiyu because he was thinking for the Guardians of the Prison.”
Under everyone’s insistence, Wang Beilie didn’t strike. He pulled his Holy Qi back. At the same time, some of the elders even knelt before Ling Feiyu to beg forgiveness for Wang Jie.
Ling Feiyu glared murderously at Wang Jie. Finally, she turned to Wang Beilie. “Clan Leader Wang, this is the last time. If it happens again, don’t blame me for being merciless.”
With that, Ling Feiyu used a beam of Holy Qi to sweep up the injured Zhang Ruochen. She flew out of the platform and left.
The thunder and lightning in the sky scattered quickly. The repressive saintly might shrouding the area dissipated as well. The people present finally let out a sigh. Many of them had damp clothes and wobbly legs. The fear they’d felt was unforgettable.
The Half-Saint regional kings of the Ministry of War all kept quiet. They didn’t dare to stop Ling Feiyu. They could only watch her take Zhang Ruochen away.
It wasn’t that they were cowards. They were just too far from Ling Feiyu’s level. Only a Heavenly King had the qualifications to speak to her, but how many Heavenly Kings were in the Ministry of War?
Wan Zhaoyi was a Heavenly King, but he was the youngest one. His cultivation was also the lowest amongst them all. He wasn’t at Ling Feiyu’s level either and couldn’t dominate her at all.
Jian Kongzi retreated from the battle platform. His face was pale. Looking exhausted, he returned the Rudraksha to Wan Zhaoyi.
Lowering onto one knee, he said, “I failed to complete the mission. Please punish me.”
Wan Zhaoyi grasped the Rudraksha bead, toying with it. “It’s not your fault. Rise.”
Jian Kongzi was relieved. Standing up slowly, he asked, “Will you really let Zhang Ruochen go like this?”
“Ling Feiyu is clearly protecting Zhang Ruochen. As long as she’s still in the Guardians of the Prison’s territory, we won’t be able to take Zhang Ruochen away. Let’s put this to the side for now. Our biggest enemy right now is the Immortal Vampires.”
Wan Zhaoyi focused on the Saint Lady. “The Immortal Vampires infiltrated the Guardians of the Prison years ago to rescue Pluto. There must be many spies. If we don’t find them, we’ll be at a disadvantage in our battle against the Vampires. Saint Lady, you have all the information about the world. Do you know how we can distinguish a Vampire’s true form?”
The Saint Lady was like a white orchid. She sat quietly on the side, pondering seriously. A moment later, she said, “Apparently, Emperor Ming of the Sacred Central Empire 800 years ago had led the various top saint clans and sect leaders in a tireless battle against the Vampires before defeating them and sealing them in Manji Island.
“After that, Emperor Ming ordered the crown prince, other top officials, and the Saints who’d fought together to unite and write a book describing the Vampires. It is called The Vampire Secrets.
“After returning to the Royal Capital, I searched the main libraries of the Confucius Way but couldn’t find the book. I did find some related books though. They proved that Emperor Ming had indeed ordered the compilation of The Vampire Secrets. It’s evident that this is not just a mere rumor.”
Zhang Ruochen had shown the swordsmen of the Yin and Yang two ways to distinguish Vampires, but those only worked on regular Vampires. Those who had special bloodlines, had gone through special training, or were modified in special ways could hide from even a Saint’s eyes.
This was why The Vampire Secrets was especially important.
Wan Zhaoyi nodded. “I’d also heard some information about The Vampire Secrets. It is said that the imperial court isn’t the only one looking for it. The Vampires have also sent many strong figures to search for it.”
Jian Kongzi’s eyes darted around. “The one who mentioned The Vampire Secrets first was Lin Yue, the genius swordsman from the Yin and Yang Sect. But according to our contacts, Lin Yue may be Zhang Ruochen. Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen has possibly allied with the Immortal Vampires. It’s almost impossible to get information about the Vampire Secrets from him.”
“According to the newest information from the Eastern Region, Zhang Ruochen killed countless Vampire Half-Saints in the netherworld,” the Saint Lady said. “This includes a royal heir. Thus, it’s practically impossible for Zhang Ruochen to ally with them.”
Wan Zhaoyi’s eyes hardened. “If he didn’t, then the other Swordsman, Xiang Zhengfeng, is also suspicious. Perhaps we can find the spies through him.”
The Ministry of War and Guardians of the Prison had countless relationships. There was more than one regional king stationed in the Guardians of the Prison. Thus, Wan Zhaoyi knew everything regarding Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Zhengfeng’s conflict.
One of them must be allied with the Immortal Vampires.
Ling Feiyu took Zhang Ruochen to her cave residence and tossed him onto the ground. Then she tossed a delicate jade box with her snowy-white hands.
“This is a Withered Pill,” she said emotionlessly. “Take it.”
Zhang Ruochen clutched the box. Bearing the pain, he bowed to Ling Feiyu. “Sword Saint, thank you for your help. If not for you—”
Before he could finish, Ling Feiyu cut him off. “No need to thank me. For the two Withered Pills, each pill is a drop of divine blood. One hundred drops of divine blood for saving our life. Altogether, it’s 102 drops. You can choose to give it to me or I’ll take it myself.”
Zhang Ruochen’s lips quivered. Sword Saint Feiyu had an ulterior motive. However, the payment she wanted was too exaggerated.
“So my life is equal to 100 drops of divine blood,” Zhang Ruochen said. “Sword Saint, you value me quite highly.”
One hundred drops of divine blood was enough to sell a ninth level Half-Saint’s life. To Ling Feiyu, Zhang Ruochen’s life was worth that much. It was quite expensive.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t show that he was upset though. He took out 102 drops of divine blood from his spatial ring and gave them to Ling Feiyu.
Even if he was upset, so what?
With his current cultivation, it was unrealistic to bargain with Ling Feiyu. It was better to be straightforward and show a good attitude.
Ling Feiyu accepted the divine blood. She held it and hovered in the air. A gust of Holy Qi instantly appeared, transforming into a purple cloud of Qi that shrouded the entire cave residence.
The 102 drops of blood spun around her like red stars. At the same time, the Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse slipped from her body. It flew into the purple cloud of Holy Qi.
Without the blouse, Ling Feiyu only had a thin shift on her. Her goddess-like figure slipped in and out of sight. Her slender frame, sexy collarbone, plump bosoms and behind, and willowy waist formed powerful curves.
Continuing down, there was a pair of slender legs. Her thighs were round and porcelain-like. Her calves were slender and thin. They were extremely tempting.
Zhang Ruochen only glanced at her once and he already felt all the Masculine Qi tumbling in him. It was like a ball of fire in his gut. One could imagine that this First Saintess of the Demonic Sect must have been mesmerizing and a Casanova when she was young. She couldn’t have been a cold Sword Saint.
In her era, any man of her generation probably would’ve felt ashamed and unable to raise their heads to appreciate her beauty. She was such a moving demoness.
Just then, a drop of blood under her control flew toward the hovering Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse. With a soft sound, the blouse absorbed the divine blood.
Various mysterious rune patterns appeared on the Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse. They were even more complicated than the advanced runes. As the blouse absorbed more blood, the patterns grew denser.
Zhang Ruochen, standing on the side, forcefully looked away. Studying the Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse, he thought, So she wants to use the divine blood to upgrade the blouse.
The Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse was definitely a godly item. The more divine blood it absorbed, the more powerful it was. The Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse was probably stronger than the Heaven-Burier Sword.
A moment later, the Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse absorbed all 102 drops of divine blood. Then it flew back onto Ling Feiyu, covering the gorgeous body.
She turned around and glanced at Zhang Ruochen. “Now, you should know why I bought the divine blood from you. What do you think? Have you decided?”
Zhang Ruochen stared at her eyes. He could see each of her beautiful lashes. He nodded. “Yes, I’ve decided.”
