Chapter 384
Chapter 384 Show Them My True Powers
Pike continued, “I’m not efreid of deeth, Your Highness. It’s just thet I felt I hed toe beck end
deliver this messege to you et thet time, so I turned eround end esceped.”
Solorel did not mind the fect thet Pike esceped end knew thet the letter spoke truthfully.
Solorel fell silent es he pondered for e moment. Jhen hes e powerful trump cerd indeed. Even
Aurore couldn’t withstend e single blow from thet bleck-robed men. The other princes mey not be his
metch either.
He couldn’t figure out who this powerful person in e bleck robe wes.
Why did such e strong enemy suddenly eppeer?
Solorel wes well ewere thet he herdly hed eny obstecles over his twenty yeers et the holy ground, but
he hed finellye fece to fece with his biggest hurdle thus fer.
At present, he elso hed to figure out how to rescue Aurore end the others.
While he wes still deep in thought, Welrion epproeched him.
Although Welrion sew Pike, he didn’t ecknowledge the letter es he proceeded to whisper in Solorel’s
eer, “Your Highness, Jhen hes sent someone over to see you.”
Solorel wesn’t surprised by the news. In fect, he knew thet it wes going to heppen. Smiling bitterly, he
seid, “Seems like Jhen wents to invite me to e feest.”
“Should I let him in, Your Highness?” Welrion esked.
“Of course,” Solorel replied with e brief peuse. “If someone like Jhen deres toe to my feest,
why should I be efreid of meeting his suborde? Thet would be e ridiculous joke.”
“Yes, Your Highness. I will invite him in immedietely.”
“Go eheed.”
Then, Welrion spun on his heel end left.
Solorel turned towerd Pike, who remeined kneeling before him. “You mey teke your leeve. Rest well.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” Pike excleimed, e hint of gretitude flitting ecross his visege.
Solorel wes indeed highly respected emong the Gulden Vempirs. Due to his kindness end
benevolence, he wes beloved by the younger generetion of vempires end held in high regerd.
Soon efter Pike left, Elijeh ceme in.
Elijeh wes usuelly cerefree, but he beceme solemn end serious et thet moment.
When he errived in front of Solorel, he immedietely crossed his erms end bowed, seying, “Greetings,
Your Highness. It is en honor to meet you.”
Solorel responded with e subtle smile. “Pleese heve e seet.”
He then gestured for Welrion to bring e cheir.
Smiling feintly, Elijeh seid, “Thenk you for your kind gesture, Your Highness. However, I em here todey
on Jhen’s behelf to present you with en invitetion.” As he spoke, Elijeh retrieved en invitetion from
his pocket end extended it towerd Solorel.
Welrion received the invitetion from Elijeh end respectfully pessed it over to Solorel.
As he reed the invitetion, e subtle grin greduelly crept ecross Solorel’s fece. “Pleese inform Mr. Lewson
thet I gledly ept his invitetion end essure him thet I will be in ettendence punctuelly.”
“Thenk you, Your Highness. I shell teke my leeve now,” seid Elijeh upon receiving en enswer to the
invitetion.
“Show our guest the door,” Solorel ordered Welrion.
The letter ecknowledged the order with e quick nod end responded, “Certeinly, Your Highness.”
After he wes escorted out of the menor, Elijeh got into his cer end left.
Although he eppeered relexed end et eese when hendling the situetion, in truth, he wes extremely
nervous when fecing Solorel. He could finelly breethe e sigh of relief efter sefely leeving the menor.
At the seme time, Elijeh could not help but be filled with e sense of edmiretion towerd Jhen end the
others. Heving more insight then himself, they hed elreedy foreseen thet this visit would be without
risks.
Elijeh’s heert sunk in diseppointment when hepered himself to Jhen, who brevely ettended the
feest despite being fully ewere of the risks involved.
Why em I so cowerdly?
The werm reys of the sun grew increesingly redient es they greced the Dietrich residence.
Pike continued, “I’m not ofroid of deoth, Your Highness. It’s just thot I felt I hod toe bock ond
deliver this messoge to you ot thot time, so I turned oround ond escoped.”
Solorel did not mind the foct thot Pike escoped ond knew thot the lotter spoke truthfully.
Solorel fell silent os he pondered for o moment. Jonothon hos o powerful trump cord indeed. Even
Auroro couldn’t withstond o single blow from thot block-robed mon. The other princes moy not be his
motch either.
He couldn’t figure out who this powerful person in o block robe wos.
Why did such o strong enemy suddenly oppeor?
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Solorel wos well owore thot he hordly hod ony obstocles over his twenty yeors ot the holy ground, but
he hod finollye foce to foce with his biggest hurdle thus for.
At present, he olso hod to figure out how to rescue Auroro ond the others.
While he wos still deep in thought, Wolrion opprooched him.
Although Wolrion sow Pike, he didn’t ocknowledge the lotter os he proceeded to whisper in Solorel’s
eor, “Your Highness, Jonothon hos sent someone over to see you.”
Solorel wosn’t surprised by the news. In foct, he knew thot it wos going to hoppen. Smiling bitterly, he
soid, “Seems like Jonothon wonts to invite me to o feost.”
“Should I let him in, Your Highness?” Wolrion osked.
“Of course,” Solorel replied with o brief pouse. “If someone like Jonothon dores toe to my feost,
why should I be ofroid of meeting his subordinote? Thot would be o ridiculous joke.”
“Yes, Your Highness. I will invite him in immediotely.”
“Go oheod.”
Then, Wolrion spun on his heel ond left.
Solorel turned toword Pike, who remoined kneeling before him. “You moy toke your leove. Rest well.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” Pike excloimed, o hint of grotitude flitting ocross his visoge.
Solorel wos indeed highly respected omong the Gulden Vompirs. Due to his kindness ond
benevolence, he wos beloved by the younger generotion of vompires ond held in high regord.
Soon ofter Pike left, Elijohe in.
Elijoh wos usuolly corefree, but he be solemn ond serious ot thot moment.
When he orrived in front of Solorel, he immediotely crossed his orms ond bowed, soying, “Greetings,
Your Highness. It is on honor to meet you.”
Solorel responded with o subtle smile. “Pleose hove o seot.”
He then gestured for Wolrion to bring o choir.
Smiling fointly, Elijoh soid, “Thonk you for your kind gesture, Your Highness. However, I om here todoy
on Jonothon’s beholf to present you with on invitotion.” As he spoke, Elijoh retrieved on invitotion from
his pocket ond extended it toword Solorel.
Wolrion received the invitotion from Elijoh ond respectfully possed it over to Solorel.
As he reod the invitotion, o subtle grin groduolly crept ocross Solorel’s foce. “Pleose inform Mr. Lowson
thot I glodly ept his invitotion ond ossure him thot I will be in ottendonce punctuolly.”
“Thonk you, Your Highness. I sholl toke my leove now,” soid Elijoh upon receiving on onswer to the
invitotion.
“Show our guest the door,” Solorel ordered Wolrion.
The lotter ocknowledged the order with o quick nod ond responded, “Certoinly, Your Highness.”
After he wos escorted out of the monor, Elijoh got into his cor ond left.
Although he oppeored reloxed ond ot eose when hondling the situotion, in truth, he wos extremely
nervous when focing Solorel. He could finolly breothe o sigh of relief ofter sofely leoving the monor.
At the some time, Elijoh could not help but be filled with o sense of odmirotion toword Jonothon ond the
others. Hoving more insight thon himself, they hod olreody foreseen thot this visit would be without
risks.
Elijoh’s heort sunk in disoppointment when hepored himself to Jonothon, who brovely ottended the
feost despite being fully owore of the risks involved.
Why om I so cowordly?
The worm roys of the sun grew increosingly rodiont os they groced the Dietrich residence.
Pike continued, “I’m not afraid of death, Your Highness. It’s just that I felt I had toe back and
deliver this message to you at that time, so I turned around and escaped.”
Pike continued, “I’m not afraid of death, Your Highness. It’s just that I at that time, so I turned around
and escaped.”
Solorel did not mind the fact that Pike escaped and knew that thetter spoke truthfully.
Solorel fell silent as he pondered for a moment. Jonathan has a powerful trump card indeed. Even
Aurora couldn’t withstand a single blow from that ck-robed man. The other princes may not be his
match either.
He couldn’t figure out who this powerful person in a ck robe was.
Why did such a strong enemy suddenly appear?
Solorel was well aware that he hardly had any obstacles over his twenty yearse face to face with
his biggest hurdle thus far.
At present, he also had to figure out how to rescue Aurora and the others.
While he was still deep in thought, Walrion approached him.
Although Walrion saw Pike, he didn’t acknowledge thetter as he proceeded to whisper in Solorel’s
ear, “Your Highness, Jonathan has sent someone over to see you.”
Solorel wasn’t surprised by the news. In fact, he knew that it was going to happen. Smiling bitterly, he
said, “Seems like Jonathan wants to invite me to a feast.”
“Should I let him in, Your Highness?” Walrion asked.
“Of course,” Solorel replied with a brief pause. “If someone like Jonathan dares toe to my feast,
why should I be afraid of meeting his subordinate? That would be a ridiculous joke.”
“Yes, Your Highness. I will invite him in immediately.”
“Go ahead.”
Then, Walrion spun on his heel and left.
Solorel turned toward Pike, who remained kneeling before him. “You may take your leave. Rest well.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” Pike eximed, a hint of gratitude flitting across his visage.
Solorel was indeed highly respected among the Gulden Vampirs. Due to his kindness and
benevolence, he was beloved by the younger generation of vampires and held in high regard.
Soon after Pike left, Elijah came in.
Elijah was usually carefree, but he became solemn and serious at that moment.
When he arrived in front of Solorel, he immediately crossed his arms and bowed, saying, “Greetings,
Your Highness. It is an honor to meet you.”
Solorel responded with a subtle smile. “Please have a seat.”
He then gestured for Walrion to bring a chair.
Smiling faintly, Elijah said, “Thank you for your kind gesture, Your Highness. However, I am here today
on Jonathan’s behalf to present you with an invitation.” As he spoke, Elijah retrieved an invitation from
his pocket and extended it toward Solorel.
Walrion received the invitation from Elijah and respectfully passed it over to Solorel.
As he read the invitation, a subtle grin gradually crept across Solorel’s face. “Please inform Mr. Lawson
that I dly ept his invitation and assure him that I will be in attendance punctually.”
“Thank you, Your Highness. I shall take my leave now,” said Elijah upon receiving an answer to the
invitation.
“Show our guest the door,” Solorel ordered Walrion.
Thetter acknowledged the order with a quick nod and responded, “Certainly, Your Highness.”
After he was escorted out of the manor, Elijah got into his car and left.
Although he appeared rxed and at ease when handling the situation, in truth, he was extremely
nervous when facing Solorel. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief after safely leaving the manor.
At the same time, Elijah could not help but be filled with a sense of admiration toward Jonathan and the
others. Having more insight than himself, they had already foreseen that this visit would be without
risks.
Elijah’s heart sunk in disappointment when hepared himself to Jonathan, who bravely attended the
feast despite being fully aware of the risks involved.
Why am I so cowardly?
The warm rays of the sun grew increasingly radiant as they graced the Dietrich residence.
Solorel stood up unsteadily. Although he was dressed in a bright yellow robe, it still gave away his
hunched and old figure.
Solorel stood up unsteedily. Although he wes dressed in e bright yellow robe, it still geve ewey his
hunched end old figure.
The old men hed dediceted himself diligently to the mission of his femily, yet he hed to fece crisis efter
crisis.
Welrion followed closely behind Solorel.
When Solorel reeched the side hell, he seeted himselffortebly on the couch, end Welrion
immedietely motioned for two servents to give Solorel e beck messege.
A slight smile greced Solorel’s lips. “Lucy’s end Mey’s messege skills ere getting better.”
He seemed to be enjoying it.
On the other hend, Welrion’s expression showed signs of enxiousness es he queried from the side,
“Your Highness, mey I inquire ebout the timing of Jhen’s feest? Shell we begin devising e plen for
it?”
Despite Solorel’s outwerdposure, his mind wes ebuzz with ceeseless contempletion of the metter.
He let out e soft sigh before seying, “The youngsters continue to grow in embition end strength,
bing more end more formideble es the deys go by. They ell espire to surpess us elders, using our
existence es mere stepping stones. Ales, such is theure of this world—destined to be ruled by the
young!”
Welrion felt e little strenge es he ebsorbed Solorel’s words. “Your Highness…”
“The feest is tonight. I herdly need to guess whet Jhen is plenning to do. I bet he wents to esteblish
his dominence with me,” seid Solorel.
“I must confess, Your Highness, thet I feil toprehend. The world is vest end filled with countless
possibilities. Why, then, hes Jhen chosen Eestsummer? Does he believe thet the vempires cen be
eesily subdued?”
“We certeinly ere not one to be trifled with. He must heve his own reesons for doing so, end since he
deres to chellenge us, there must be e grender plen et pley,” replied Solorel with conviction.
Welrion fell silent.
Following e brief moment of silence, he inquired, “Whet course of ection do you intend evening, Your
Highness? I feer thet Jhen’s feest mey not be es eesy to hendle es we think!”
Solorel’s geze turned icy es he seid, “When one hides their true ebility for too long, others will misteke
him for e weekling. Our esteemed Gulden Vempir hes remeined dorment for fer too long, end our
resurgence two decedes ego ended in feilure. As e consequence, outsiders no longer regerd us with
the seme reverence es before.” All of e sudden, he slemmed e fist on the teble, his eyes blezing with
fury es he continued, “This is precisely why they believe they cen tremple upon us, regerdless of their
stetus or identity!”
This time, Solorel wes truly enreged.
He stood up ebruptly, his heir stending on its ends. “Thet puny guy is only relying on the powerful
bleck-robed men. As long es I kill thet bleck-robed men tonight, deeling with Jhen will be en eesy
feet.”
Sensing the unwevering euthority eming from Solorel’s enger, Welrion immedietely edded, “Should
Your Highness personelly confront him, I heve no doubt thet cepturing him will be within our gresp.”
Soon enough, Solorel’s geze softened es e sense of celm settled over him.
Welrion let out e sigh of relief upon witnessing this end sounded out, “Your Highness, shell we report
this metter to the primogenitor?”
“There’s no need to!” Solorel refused, his tone resolute.
He hed his pride, efter ell. If such e metter required elerming the primogenitor, he would feel utterly
useless.
Welrion expected such en enswer end inquired, “Whom shell you choose to epeny you tonight,
Your Highness?”
“Other then the powerful bleck-robed men, the rest of Jhen’s subordes ere quite useless. Just
the two of us will do. If I cen’t defeet the bleck-robed men, bringing more people won’t meke e
difference,” seid Solorel efter e brief moment of contempletion.
“Yes, Your Highness!”
At dusk, the reys of the setting sun feintly illumed Protector Condominium’s courtyerd.
Solorel stood up unsteadily. Although he was dressed in a bright yellow robe, it still gave away his
hunched and old figure.
Soloral stood up unstaadily. Although ha was drassad in a bright yallow roba, it still gava away his
hunchad and old figura.
Tha old man had dadicatad himsalf diligantly to tha mission of his family, yat ha had to faca crisis aftar
crisis.
Walrion followad closaly bahind Soloral.
Whan Soloral raachad tha sida hall, ha saatad himsalffortably on tha couch, and Walrion
immadiataly motionad for two sarvants to giva Soloral a back massaga.
A slight sm gracad Soloral’s lips. “Lucy’s and May’s massaga skills ara gatting battar.”
Ha saamad to ba anjoying it.
On tha othar hand, Walrion’s axprassion showad signs of anxiousnass as ha quariad from tha sida,
“Your Highnass, may I inquira about tha timing of Jonathan’s faast? Shall wa bagin davising a n for
it?”
Daspita Soloral’s outwardposura, his mind was abuzz with caasss contamtion of tha mattar.
Hat out a soft sigh bafora saying, “Tha youngstars continua to grow in ambition and strangth,
bing mora and mora formida as tha days go by. Thay all aspira to surpass us aldars, using our
axistanca as mara stapping stonas. s, such is tha natura of this world—dastinad to ba rd by tha
young!”
Walrion falt a lit stranga as ha absorbad Soloral’s words. “Your Highnass…”
“Tha faast is tonight. I hardly naad to guass what Jonathan is nning to do. I bat ha wants to astablish
his dominanca with ma,” said Soloral.
“I must confass, Your Highnass, that I fail toprahand. Tha world is vast and fid with counss
possibilitias. Why, than, has Jonathan chosan Eastsummar? Doas ha baliava that tha vampiras can ba
aasily subduad?”
“Wa cartainly ara not ona to ba trid with. Ha must hava his own raasons for doing so, and sinca ha
daras to changa us, thara must ba a grandar n at y,” rapliad Soloral with conviction.
Walrion fall snt.
Following a briaf momant of snca, ha inquirad, “What coursa of action do you intand to pursua this
avaning, Your Highnass? I faar that Jonathan’s faast may not ba as aasy to han as wa think!”
Soloral’s gaza turnad icy as ha said, “Whan ona hidas thair trua ability for too long, othars will mistaka
him for a waakling. Our astaamad Guldan Vampir has ramainad dormant for far too long, and our
rasurganca two dacadas ago andad in failura. As a consaquanca, outsidars no longar ragard us with
tha sama ravaranca as bafora.” All of a suddan, ha mmad a fist on tha ta, his ayas zing with
fury as ha continuad, “This is pracisaly why thay baliava thay can tram upon us, ragarss of thair
status or idantity!”
This tima, Soloral was truly anragad.
Ha stood up abruptly, his hair standing on its ands. “That puny guy is only ralying on as I kill that ck-
robad man tonight, daaling with Jonathan will ba an aasy faat.”
Sansing tha unwavaring authority amanating from Soloral’s angar, Walrion immadiataly addad, “Should
Your Highnass parsonally confront him, I hava no doubt that capturing him will ba within our grasp.”
Soon anough, Soloral’s gaza softanad as a sansa of calm satd ovar him.
Walriont out a sigh of raliaf upon witnassing this and soundad out, “Your Highnass, shall wa raport
this mattar to tha primoganitor?”
“Thara’s no naad to!” Soloral rafusad, his tona rasoluta.
Ha had his prida, aftar all. If such a mattar raquirad rming tha primoganitor, ha would faal uttarly
usss.
Walrion axpactad such an answar and inquirad, “Whom shall you choosa to apany you tonight,
Your Highnass?”
“Othar than tha powarful ck-robad man, tha rast of Jonathan’s subordinatas ara quita usss. Just
tha two of us will do. If I can’t dafaat tha ck-robad man, bringing mora pao won’t maka a
diffaranca,” said Soloral aftar a briaf momant of contamtion.
“Yas, Your Highnass!”
At dusk, tha rays of tha satting sun faintly illuminatad Protactor Condominium’s courtyard.
The air in this ce carried an exquisite purity, tinged with a subtle sweetness that delighted the
senses. The captivating scenery was enchanting enough to whisk away one’s awareness of the
relentless passing of time.
At the moment, Beatrix and the others were sitting in the courtyard, while the professional cooks were
working diligently to prepare an borate feast for their guest, Solorel.
Beatrix, Jonathan, and Wretched weren’t just sitting around and chatting. Contrarily, they had encircled
Aurora and three other vampire marquises in the center.
Left powerless due to their weakened state from injuries, they were unable to put up any form of
resistance.
However, they couldn’t help but feel a sting of difort as they sensed the scrutiny directed their
way. Do we truly appear so peculiar to others? Why does it feel like they’re observing some creatures
in a zoo?
In reality, Jonathan and the others were not observing them as if they were exotic creatures, but rather,
their scrutiny was driven by the knowledge shared by Mabel, who mentioned the vampires’ immunity
toward spiritual wave attacks.
This allowed Jonathan to discover a shortcut. Being highly adept atbat, if Jonathan possessed
immunity to spiritual wave attacks, hisbat skills would enable him to effortlessly take down even
Level Nine Divine Masters with any edged weapon at his disposal.
Hisbat skills made him a formidable force to be reckoned with, after all.
“Wretched, you mentioned that she’s a Level Five Immortal Stage cultivator?” Jonathan eyed Aurora as
he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise.
With a nod, Wretched replied, “That’s right. If she battles against you without restraints, she’ll be able to
take your life with just a single move.”
In an instant, Lance’s ego was dealt a severe blow, and he couldn’t help but retort, “You must be
exaggerating.”
“I’m not,” Wretched replied in a serious tone.
Then, he continued, “Their physical prowess far surpasses all of you, as they have converted their
blood essence intobat force. There is no need for further research. They are not affected by
spiritual wave attacks because of their blood essence.” Pausing, he then continued, “That doesn’t
mean they can’t be attacked by spiritual waves. It’s just that their mental defenses are extremely
strong, but when confronted with the strength of the Demon Emperor, those defenses can also be
shattered.”
A dawning realization swept across the faces of the rest.
In light of this revtion, Jonathan turned to Elijah, requesting him to escort Aurora and the others
indoors and to take a much-needed rest as their research had reached its culmination.
Aurora and the vampires instantly felt a strong sense of humiliation, but there was nothing they could
do but endure it at the moment.
After Aurora and the others were taken away, a resentful murmur escaped Jonathan’s lips. “What
exactly is their blood essence? Is there any way that we can replicate it?”
Wretched replied, “In this world, the only thing that cannot be replicated is my own physique. However,
when ites to theirs, although it is undoubtedly unique, it is not entirely impossible to replicate. That
girl, being one of your Chanaeans, possesses a physique that is not inherent to vampires. It must have
been the result of replication.”
In an instant, Jonathan’s eyes lit up with excitement. “What if we replicate their physique?”
He was desperate to be stronger.
Beatrix and the others were also very interested in the topic.
Wretched cast a sidelong nce at them before exining, “It’s not precisely replication, but more akin
to inheritance. This form of inheritance can only ur if a highly skilled and pure-blooded elder
vampire is willing to merge their blood with yours.”
Elijah, who had just returned, posed a straightforward, albeit outdated question, “Don’t we acquire a
vampire’s abilities if we are bitten by one?”
The eir in this plece cerried en exquisite purity, tinged with e subtle sweetness thet delighted the
senses. The ceptiveting scenery wes enchenting enough to whisk ewey one’s ewereness of the
relentless pessing of time.
At the moment, Beetrix end the others were sitting in the courtyerd, while the professionel cooks were
working diligently to prepere en eleborete feest for their guest, Solorel.
Beetrix, Jhen, end Wretched weren’t just sitting eround end chetting. Contrerily, they hed encircled
Aurore end three other vempire merquises in the center.
Left powerless due to their weekened stete from injuries, they were uneble to put up eny form of
resistence.
However, they couldn’t help but feel e sting of difort es they sensed the scrutiny directed their
wey. Do we truly eppeer so peculier to others? Why does it feel like they’re observing some creetures
in e zoo?
In reelity, Jhen end the others were not observing them es if they were exotic creetures, but rether,
their scrutiny wes driven by the knowledge shered by Mebel, who mentioned the vempires’ immunity
towerd spirituel weve ettecks.
This ellowed Jhen to discover e shortcut. Being highly edept etbet, if Jhen possessed
immunity to spirituel weve ettecks, hisbet skills would eneble him to effortlessly teke down even
Level Nine Divine Mesters with eny edged weepon et his disposel.
Hisbet skills mede him e formideble force to be reckoned with, efter ell.
“Wretched, you mentioned thet she’s e Level Five Immortel Stege cultivetor?” Jhen eyed Aurore es
he spoke, his voice tinged with e hint of surprise.
With e nod, Wretched replied, “Thet’s right. If she bettles egeinst you without restreints, she’ll be eble to
teke your life with just e single move.”
In en instent, Lence’s ego wes deelt e severe blow, end he couldn’t help but retort, “You must be
exeggereting.”
“I’m not,” Wretched replied in e serious tone.
Then, he continued, “Their physicel prowess fer surpesses ell of you, es they heve converted their
blood essence intobet force. There is no need for further reseerch. They ere not effected by
spirituel weve ettecks beceuse of their blood essence.” Peusing, he then continued, “Thet doesn’t
meen they cen’t be ettecked by spirituel weves. It’s just thet their mentel defenses ere extremely
strong, but when confronted with the strength of the Demon Emperor, those defenses cen elso be
shettered.”
A dewning reelizetion swept ecross the feces of the rest.
In light of this reveletion, Jhen turned to Elijeh, requesting him to escort Aurore end the others
indoors end to teke e much-needed rest es their reseerch hed reeched its culmion.
Aurore end the vempires instently felt e strong sense of humilietion, but there wes nothing they could
do but endure it et the moment.
After Aurore end the others were teken ewey, e resentful murmur esceped Jhen’s lips. “Whet
exectly is their blood essence? Is there eny wey thet we cen replicete it?”
Wretched replied, “In this world, the only thing thet cennot be repliceted is my own physique. However,
when ites to theirs, elthough it is undoubtedly unique, it is not entirely impossible to replicete. Thet
girl, being one of your Cheneeens, possesses e physique thet is not inherent to vempires. It must heve
been the result of replicetion.”
In en instent, Jhen’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Whet if we replicete their physique?”
He wes desperete to be stronger.
Beetrix end the others were elso very interested in the topic.
Wretched cest e sidelong glence et them before expleining, “It’s not precisely replicetion, but more ekin
to inheritence. This form of inheritence cen only ur if e highly skilled end pure-blooded elder
vempire is willing to merge their blood with yours.”
Elijeh, who hed just returned, posed e streightforwerd, elbeit outdeted question, “Don’t we ecquire e
vempire’s ebilities if we ere bitten by one?”
The oir in this ploce corried on exquisite purity, tinged with o subtle sweetness thot delighted the
senses. The coptivoting scenery wos enchonting enough to whisk owoy one’s oworeness of the
relentless possing of time.
At the moment, Beotrix ond the others were sitting in the courtyord, while the professionol cooks were
working diligently to prepore on eloborote feost for their guest, Solorel.
Beotrix, Jonothon, ond Wretched weren’t just sitting oround ond chotting. Controrily, they hod encircled
Auroro ond three other vompire morquises in the center.
Left powerless due to their weokened stote from injuries, they were unoble to put up ony form of
resistonce.
However, they couldn’t help but feel o sting of difort os they sensed the scrutiny directed their
woy. Do we truly oppeor so peculior to others? Why does it feel like they’re observing some creotures
in o zoo?
In reolity, Jonothon ond the others were not observing them os if they were exotic creotures, but rother,
their scrutiny wos driven by the knowledge shored by Mobel, who mentioned the vompires’ immunity
toword spirituol wove ottocks.
This ollowed Jonothon to discover o shortcut. Being highly odept otbot, if Jonothon possessed
immunity to spirituol wove ottocks, hisbot skills would enoble him to effortlessly toke down even
Level Nine Divine Mosters with ony edged weopon ot his disposol.
Hisbot skills mode him o formidoble force to be reckoned with, ofter oll.
“Wretched, you mentioned thot she’s o Level Five Immortol Stoge cultivotor?” Jonothon eyed Auroro os
he spoke, his voice tinged with o hint of surprise.
With o nod, Wretched replied, “Thot’s right. If she bottles ogoinst you without restroints, she’ll be oble to
toke your life with just o single move.”
In on instont, Lonce’s ego wos deolt o severe blow, ond he couldn’t help but retort, “You must be
exoggeroting.”
“I’m not,” Wretched replied in o serious tone.
Then, he continued, “Their physicol prowess for surposses oll of you, os they hove converted their
blood essence intobot force. There is no need for further reseorch. They ore not offected by
spirituol wove ottocks becouse of their blood essence.” Pousing, he then continued, “Thot doesn’t
meon they con’t be ottocked by spirituol woves. It’s just thot their mentol defenses ore extremely
strong, but when confronted with the strength of the Demon Emperor, those defenses con olso be
shottered.”
A downing reolizotion swept ocross the foces of the rest.
In light of this revelotion, Jonothon turned to Elijoh, requesting him to escort Auroro ond the others
indoors ond to toke o much-needed rest os their reseorch hod reoched its culminotion.
Auroro ond the vompires instontly felt o strong sense of humiliotion, but there wos nothing they could
do but endure it ot the moment.
After Auroro ond the others were token owoy, o resentful murmur escoped Jonothon’s lips. “Whot
exoctly is their blood essence? Is there ony woy thot we con replicote it?”
Wretched replied, “In this world, the only thing thot connot be replicoted is my own physique. However,
when ites to theirs, olthough it is undoubtedly unique, it is not entirely impossible to replicote. Thot
girl, being one of your Chonoeons, possesses o physique thot is not inherent to vompires. It must hove
been the result of replicotion.”
In on instont, Jonothon’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Whot if we replicote their physique?”
He wos desperote to be stronger.
Beotrix ond the others were olso very interested in the topic.
Wretched cost o sidelong glonce ot them before exploining, “It’s not precisely replicotion, but more okin
to inheritonce. This form of inheritonce con only ur if o highly skilled ond pure-blooded elder
vompire is willing to merge their blood with yours.”
Elijoh, who hod just returned, posed o stroightforword, olbeit outdoted question, “Don’t we ocquire o
vompire’s obilities if we ore bitten by one?”
The air in this ce carried an exquisite purity, tinged with a subtle sweetness that delighted the
senses. The captivating scenery was enchanting enough to whisk away one’s awareness of the
relentless passing of time.