Chapter 43

Whether it was the training camp of the Netherworld where Qian Ye grew from a child into a youth, or the Red Scorpion later on, there was always a course dedicated to resisting enchantment. This training was extremely brutal, a dual psychological and physiological training. The coming-of-age ceremony in the Netherworld was the beginning, but not the end. Its purpose was to cultivate killing machines with no gaps or blind spots in their minds.

The more potential a genius had, the more strictly the instructors would demand, and the more intense this training would be. The more one experienced, the more likely one would become a pervert. Qian Ye had always yearned to quickly gain powerful strength, so he applied for the highest limits of his endurance in all the training at the Red Scorpion, including the resistance to enchantment. Therefore, although he could not be considered a pervert, he had once been on the verge of collapse in the later stages, and it was Nan Bati who directly canceled his subsequent courses using his authority.

However, Qian Ye had never regretted the huge price he paid in training. Mental enchantment was a deadly move for many dark races. Those with insufficient willpower would only face death when confronted with the dark race's experts skilled in mental power. His gaze was set on the world of experts like Lin Xitang, and he was unwilling to stop halfway.

In the final test at the Red Scorpion, Qian Ye had already been able to resist the mental control and enchantment of a war general for a short time. This girl, no matter how she looked, could not possibly reach the level of a war general, which meant she should not be able to enchant Qian Ye at all.

It should be, just should be. There were many things in this world that should not happen but did.

From the result, Qian Ye had already been enchanted just now, and the degree was quite deep. Such deep enchantment often left some hard-to-detect hidden dangers.

What was going on?

Qian Ye's mind was now in turmoil. This unfamiliar woman made him abnormally restless and uneasy, even though she was still unconscious.

Qian Ye even dared not look at her again, fearing that he would be enchanted once more. Yes, it was enchantment; otherwise, how could it be explained? Qian Ye's restlessness and the onset of his thirst for blood were different. It was as if the whole world was spinning without rules, and he desperately needed to grab something to stabilize himself.

Calm down! The first thing the Red Scorpion instructors taught Qian Ye in resisting mental enchantment was to stay calm, no matter what he saw or felt. If he could not remain calm by his own strength, he should rely on external forces.

Qian Ye began to consider what he had on hand. Facing such a terrifying woman, he could not be unprepared.

Cigarettes or alcohol?

Neither seemed to work; even the special goods Qian Ye had with stimulants were not enough.

This woman, still in a coma, could have such an impact on Qian Ye, making him instinctively feel extreme danger in the chaos. Perhaps it was this alertness to the threat that prevented Qian Ye from completely falling into confusion.

The more he could not figure out, the more dangerous she was.

Qian Ye, in a fit of determination, suddenly pulled out a syringe from a hidden compartment behind the bar, inserted it into his arm, and pushed all the medicine inside. Then he quietly waited for three minutes for the drug to take full effect.

This was a standard sedative of the Red Scorpion, simple and brutal in its effect, capable of making a person completely calm down in a short time, turning them into a butcher with a heart of iron. This sedative could also effectively resist mental shocks and a series of influences and attacks originating from mental power, and was used to treat psychological issues caused by excessive killing. This was his last remaining dose.

After the sedative took effect, Qian Ye's mind was like a shield, no longer fearing external influences. He walked to the girl again and quietly looked at her face. This time, it was indeed much better. Although her tightly closed pupils still had a fatal attraction, there was no longer the feeling of falling into an abyss.

However, what Qian Ye did not expect was that even in the most calm state, he still felt that he was looking at the face of his dreams. He always felt that he had seen her somewhere, but could not remember where. Could it really be just in a dream?

However, Qian Ye could finally resist the influence of her pupils and keep his gaze on her face for a longer time. Her slightly messy short hair, combined with her sharply defined beautiful face, presented a natural coldness and arrogance. Beneath the ice, however, lay a fatal allure.

Her face was pale, and her skin was as clear as the finest jade. However, Qian Ye suddenly noticed a layer of abnormal pink on her neck. He touched it and immediately felt an astonishing heat, almost burning his hand. But when his hand stayed for a longer time, he felt a coldness like touching ice.

Qian Ye was startled. Pale skin and a large temperature difference, these were the initial characteristics of a blood slave! He sniffed hard and indeed smelled a faint scent of fresh blood. He immediately examined her body again and saw two small damages on her combat uniform on her arm, with a bit of bloodstain.

Qian Ye forcefully tore open her combat uniform and the tight undergarment underneath, exposing her entire arm. On her upper arm, there were indeed two deep round holes. These were the tooth marks left by a vampire's fangs!

Seeing these tooth marks, Qian Ye suddenly felt his heart inexplicably twitch, almost as if he were suffocating and powerless.

Such a girl, already a blood slave?

How long could she hold on? Seven days, three days, or... one day?

After having more contact with the dark races, Qian Ye already knew that being bitten did not necessarily mean being contaminated. Ordinary people were at risk even from contact with blood slaves because they lacked original energy, making them particularly susceptible to the erosion of dark power. For the strong, some bloody injuries were not necessarily fatal.

However, being bitten by a vampire's fangs deep into the blood vessels was unavoidable, unless one received a higher-level blood embrace and officially became a vampire. Otherwise, there was no way to escape the fate of a blood slave. People like Qian Ye, who could resist the erosion of dark blood, were extremely rare.

Perhaps some secret techniques of the noble families were indeed effective, or perhaps others could also hold on. However, the empire's policy towards blood slaves had always been to kill them upon discovery, with no mercy. Since the execution of a contaminated imperial prince, this policy had never been compromised or made an exception.

If it were half a year ago, Qian Ye would have killed her without hesitation, even if he was attracted by her abilities. In the eyes of the empire, death was a release for blood slaves. Even if he did not have a heart as cold as ice, Qian Ye did not want to see her turn into a mindless, bloodthirsty monster.

But now, without realizing it, Qian Ye's feelings had already changed. He himself was a good example, witnessing that as long as one persisted, miracles could indeed happen.

Qian Ye thought for a moment, then cut his wrist and brought the wound to her mouth. She indeed reacted to the flowing blood, sniffed hard, and then instinctively drank the blood that flowed to her mouth.

After being bitten by a vampire, the craving for blood was almost irresistible. At the same time, blood was a good medicine for vampires. Even the most severe injuries could be healed by drinking enough blood.

She kept swallowing the blood, and the pallor on her face quickly warmed up. When the blood from Qian Ye's wound dried up, she was clearly breathing rapidly, showing signs of extreme pain, and instinctively raised her head, searching. Qian Ye cut his wrist again, letting the blood flow out.

Qian Ye had an immature hypothesis that he could suppress the dark blood in his body because his blood contained some kind of antibodies. Feeding her more blood might delay the onset of the dark blood in her body.

When the wound dried up for the second time, Qian Ye began to feel cold all over, his face turned pale, and his vision became blurry, signs of excessive blood loss. Fortunately, she was no longer in pain, and her expression became much more comfortable.

When the girl's face regained some color, she suddenly emitted an even more irresistible fatal attraction. Even with the sedative, Qian Ye still felt his heart tremble with her slightest movements.

Finally, the girl slowly opened her eyes and then sat up.

She was not panicked, nor did she have an extreme reaction. Instead, she calmly looked around, as if she had just woken up at home. Her large eyes were innocent and bewildered, but Qian Ye knew it was all an act.

"Are you awake?"

She did not answer but looked at her exposed upper arm, wiped her lips, tasted the blood on her tongue, and then looked at Qian Ye, asking, "Did you save me?"

Her voice was soft with a hint of depth, and her bewildered eyes gave a different feeling.

"Sort of, but that's not important. Your current situation is very complicated..." Qian Ye chose his words carefully, not knowing how to tell her.

The fact of being a blood slave was too cruel, and she was clearly very young, perhaps the same age as Qian Ye, or even younger. Could she bear such a cruel blow?

"Complicated? You mean... I've become a blood slave?" She was much calmer than Qian Ye had expected and knew a lot.

"...Yes."

Her eyes finally showed some expression, looking at Qian Ye seriously and asking, "Then you should have killed me immediately, rather than saving me, right?"

Qian Ye smiled bitterly and said, "Being a blood slave is not without hope. You might still have enough time. My suggestion is that you go... west. That's the territory of the dark races, and there are also some vampires active there. If you are lucky enough to meet a high-ranking vampire and receive the initial embrace before you completely lose your mind, you can survive... as a vampire."

The girl's expression became a bit strange, and she asked with interest, "You are human, right? You actually suggest I become a vampire, isn't that just adding an enemy to humanity?"

"Since I encountered you in this state, I naturally had to save you. As for the future... if, I mean if, we meet on the battlefield, I will kill you myself!" Qian Ye's tone was calm.

She glanced at Qian Ye's wrist, either intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "You are a strange guy! Did you save me just to kill me in the future? And you even let me drink your blood... you know a lot about blood slaves."

Qian Ye took out a bandage, wrapped his wrist, and said, "Everyone knows a lot about blood slaves, especially in this damned place! Almost everyone here has had a relative or friend turn into a blood slave."

She was silent for a moment, then stood up, extended her hand to Qian Ye, and said, "I understand. My name is... Ye Tong."

When she stood up, her aura suddenly changed.

PS: Unconsciously, it's been 3 weeks since the book started. Should I add more updates tomorrow?

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