Chapter 50

The Burning Canyon, this place name seemed very familiar.

Qian Ye thought for a long time before he finally remembered where he had heard of this place.

The Burning Canyon was not far from the Nether Training Camp, and it was home to a large number of crystal lizards. These six-legged reptilian monsters could grow up to five meters long, making them true behemoths. The crystals on their bodies were one of the important raw materials for manufacturing primal force guns.

The graduation standard of the Nether Training Camp was to be able to hunt a crystal lizard alone and bring back the crystal. For students who usually only carried standard-issue daggers, killing a second-level giant lizard was no easy task. The graduation exam was also a part of the high attrition rate at the Nether Training Camp.

On the other hand, crystal lizards were carnivorous, so the camp used them to dispose of various corpses.

As soon as he thought of the Burning Canyon, Qian Ye was suddenly startled and instinctively shouted, "No! I'm not dead, I'm still alive! Put me down!"

He suddenly sat up and realized it was just a dream. For over a year, he had woken up from nightmares every night, sometimes even unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Qian Ye looked around and saw that it was still deep into the night, and he was still in the garbage dump. A skinny stray dog was biting his foot and pulling hard.

Qian Ye casually picked up a hard metal part and threw it with all his might, hitting the dog's nose and causing the animal to yelp in pain and flee with its tail between its legs.

He moved and felt pain all over his body, especially in his chest, where any slight movement caused a tearing pain. He first examined his injuries and found that his left arm was broken, and most of his ribs were also broken. He had many large and small wounds all over his body.

However, to his surprise, his injuries were much lighter than he had imagined. The broken bones had automatically realigned and showed signs of regrowth. The external wounds had stopped bleeding, and many small cuts had already closed.

Inside his body, Qian Ye felt a powerful vitality flowing. Apart from the bones not being fully healed, his physical condition was surprisingly good, and the bloodlust that had risen during the battle seemed to have disappeared.

Qian Ye suddenly felt two deep wounds on the side of his neck, and his expression froze.

How did I get bitten by a vampire again?

But he soon calmed down, thinking that being bitten once or twice made no difference. After all, he had already been contaminated. However, the scent on his fingertips made Qian Ye's heart sink!

It was a faintly fragrant scent, very familiar, the scent of Ye Tong!

At this point, all the doubts were answered. Ye Tong was not just a vampire but an extraordinary upper-class vampire.

Ye Tong's special ability could hide all the characteristics of a vampire, making her look no different from a human, even maintaining a normal human body temperature.

Whether Qian Ye directly touched and examined her body or observed her through a tactical scope, he could not detect the typical reactions of a normal vampire. This was truly an incredible ability.

He had actually teamed up with an upper-class vampire to kill a noble vampire and an elite werewolf? Qian Ye's feelings were very complex at this moment, unsure whether to be happy or regretful.

Ye Tong was the first partner he had teamed up with after arriving on the Eternal Night Continent. When Ye Tong returned to the garbage dump, Qian Ye's heart had indeed beaten hard, and at that moment, he had even felt a strong sense of emotion. Before he was hit and flown away, he had seen Ye Tong surrounded by the werewolves and vampires, in a very dangerous situation.

Even after confirming that Ye Tong was a vampire, Qian Ye found that he could not hate her. Not for any other reason, but because she had resolutely turned back to face the overwhelmingly powerful enemies with him.

Since she could drink his blood, she could continue to live, Qian Ye thought.

A cold night breeze blew, carrying the same decaying smell. Qian Ye shook his head, dispelling the chaotic and useless thoughts, and suddenly felt something unusual on his wrist. He lifted it and saw two tooth marks!

Qian Ye frowned, touched them, and felt a strange sweet fragrance. No matter how pleasant the scent was, it did not change the fact that it was the mark left by another vampire.

It was actually a Blood Feast? This thought crossed Qian Ye's mind.

The Blood Feast was a formal ceremony among vampires.

In fact, true vampires did not always like to bite people. Their thirst for blood during battles was more for replenishing strength and healing wounds, similar to how humans used various military stimulants to boost their combat power.

In daily life, vampires regarded drinking blood as a very sacred act, a private time for communicating with their ancestors and inheriting more blood power. Therefore, except during Blood Feasts, they never shared their prey with other members of their race.

The Blood Feast was equivalent to a human salon, representing intimate relationships, friendly stances, mutual trust, and so on. The main course of the Blood Feast, the human, was often a gourmet choice for vampires, with particularly good-tasting blood or a special status and strength.

Qian Ye suddenly looked up at the blood-red full moon and smiled, muttering to himself, "I actually have the qualifications to be the main course of a Blood Feast!"

Being the main course might not be strange, but what was strange was that he was still alive.

He stood still for a moment, then began to carefully investigate the surroundings. This was an instinct Qian Ye had developed over many years, one that had saved him from ambushes and dangers on the battlefield countless times.

Not far away, there were many werewolf corpses, one of which had particularly long limbs, a characteristic of a Shadow Wolf!

These werewolves were clearly more powerful than the ones Qian Ye had first encountered, but they had all died here, and none of their heads were intact. The blood, broken bones, and brain matter scattered on the ground indicated the cause of their deaths.

The second doubt was that several werewolves had already become mummies, clearly having been drained of blood. This was not common, as everyone knew that vampires never drank werewolf blood, not because of the taste, but because of their beliefs.

Moreover, the lingering blood scent made Qian Ye feel somewhat familiar. He walked to the werewolf corpses, squatted down, and examined them closely. The werewolves' arteries had been bitten open, but the marks left were not from vampire fangs but from human teeth.

Qian Ye immediately knew that he had drained the blood of these werewolves.

No wonder he had not felt the bloodlust for so long; it had already flared up while he was unconscious. This was the first time Qian Ye had drunk so much blood since the lifeboat crash. He thought detachedly that the dark blood was almost uncontrollable, and perhaps the next time the bloodlust flared up, it would be the final moment.

Thinking of this, Qian Ye instinctively reached for the Red Scorpion military knife, but his hand found nothing. He then remembered that when he was hit by the elite werewolf, all his equipment had scattered.

Qian Ye decided to stand up and look for his military knife. In the sacred moment of ending his life, he still hoped to use the knife from the Red Scorpion.

At this moment, his gaze fell on the cane tightly held by the werewolf corpse. The top of the cane was a perpetual sundial. Qian Ye automatically converted the time on the sundial and was startled. Three days? He had only been unconscious for three days, no wonder the blood moon had not yet faded.

Qian Ye suddenly realized that he had felt something abnormal about his body since he woke up. He first reached out to adjust the sundial, confirming that it was not broken, and then used a simple internal inspection method to check his body condition.

Sure enough, nothing was right.

Only three days had passed, and the blood moon had not ended, but Qian Ye did not feel the unbearable burning sensation that always followed the dark blood flare-up. If this was because he had drunk enough blood, then the automatic realignment of his bones, the half-healed internal organs, and the nearly healed external wounds all indicated that he had an extremely powerful recovery speed, which was not normal.

For a moment, Qian Ye almost thought he had become a blood slave, but he was clearly still mentally clear and thinking normally.

Qian Ye immediately found a secluded place, sat down, and began to drive his primal force, running the complete military healing technique to inspect his internal condition.

The primal force surged within him, reaching the edge of the third level. The primal force node in his right hand was clearly outlined, and the barrier was about to break. Once this barrier was broken, the primal force node in his right hand could be ignited, truly advancing him to the ranks of a third-level warrior.

However, at this moment, along with the primal force, there were also dense dark red energies. This was the blood energy produced by the dark blood.

Originally, the dark blood in Qian Ye's body was completely uncontrollable, wandering through his meridians, constantly eroding and assimilating the surrounding flesh. Wherever it went, it brought waves of burning heat, and when this heat accumulated to a certain degree, it would burn the mind, making one desperately crave fresh flesh. Qian Ye had fought with it for nearly a year and knew all too well the destructive power of this energy.

But now, the nearly black blood energy was still circulating, yet he felt no discomfort. If not for the internal inspection, Qian Ye would have almost thought it was his own energy. Moreover, the black blood energy now contained two special colors: one was a deep red with a hint of purple, and the other was a faint golden hue.

Qian Ye's consciousness moved slightly, stopping the operation of the military technique. The primal force tide slowly subsided, and the dark blood also calmed down. Qian Ye felt incredibly astonished. He tried to control and push the blood energy, and after a moment, his whole body trembled as the blood energy surged into his heart, then overflowed, and finally condensed into two mysterious runes, a piece of information immediately flooding into Qian Ye's consciousness.

Vampire Constitution.

Eye Technique: Dark Vision.

The two runes were actually two abilities of vampires.

The Vampire Constitution would automatically guide the blood energy to continuously transform and enhance the body, improving recovery and healing speed. In the case of heavy blood consumption, the body's recovery speed would further increase, which was a unique racial advantage of vampires.

The Eye Technique: Dark Vision was a natural ability of many vampires, allowing them to see clearly in the dark, even more powerful than human night vision devices.

Qian Ye looked at the changes in his body in confusion, but no matter how he used the internal inspection technique, he found no new discoveries. Now, two distinct energies flowed parallel in his bloodstream: the milky white was the Dawn Primal Force, and the dark red, interwoven with three colors, was the Blood Power, a form of Dark Primal Force. These two opposing primal forces coexisted peacefully, as if they had always been there.

However, Qian Ye at least knew one thing: if the dark blood no longer caused corrosive burning, there would be no flesh hunger. Would this mean he would always remain clear-headed and mentally sound? The two new abilities also filled Qian Ye with anticipation.

Fate seemed to finally show a hint of kindness to Qian Ye!

PS: A new writer who accidentally locked himself in a small black room and only managed to crawl out now, seeking red tickets...

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