Chapter 25 So you're going to bite me?!
The white jade bracelet on Shen Yuepo's wrist emitted an unprecedented brilliance.
The next instant, a tall and slender figure stepped out from the golden light.
His black robe billowed like ink, and he exuded an oppressive aura that seemed to look down upon all living beings.
He slowly raised his eyes, his dark golden pupils seeming to contain the karmic fire that could burn everything.
Shen Yuepo's breath hitched, and his fingertips involuntarily stopped.
His eyes gleamed with a dark gold, and with a flick of his sleeve—
The countless lines of blood instantly shattered, turning into black smoke and dissipating.
His gaze was icy, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed at the artificial hill in the southeast corner.
"ah!!!"
Amid screams, an old woman with disheveled hair was dragged out by an invisible force and slammed heavily into the center of the courtyard.
The old woman looked up, revealing a wrinkled face: "Emperor of Fengdu, weren't you already...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jin lightly raised his fingertips.
Suddenly, the old woman convulsed, and countless black cursed insects crawled out of her seven orifices, devouring her into a skeleton in the blink of an eye.
The night wind swept by, and the white bones turned to dust.
Shen Yuepo's pupils shrank suddenly. He really was that person—the Great Emperor of Fengdu Beiyin!
Feng Jin stood in the courtyard, his black robes fluttering without wind, and the karmic fire in his dark golden pupils had subsided.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Shen Yuepo.
Shen Yuepo clutched the wound on her left shoulder, which had been eroded by the Soul Devouring Thread. Her face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood remained at the corner of her mouth.
Feng Jin took a step and walked towards her.
"You..." Shen Yuepo suppressed his surging inner energy, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness and wariness, "What are you going to do?"
Her intuition told her that something was wrong with Feng Jin at this moment.
Before he could finish speaking...
Feng Jin's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and the next moment he was right in front of her.
A cold, slender hand suddenly gripped the back of her head with such force that she could not struggle at all, and domineeringly pulled her forward.
Caught off guard, Shen Yuepo was forcibly pulled forward by his immense strength, her forehead almost colliding with his cold chest.
"To verify something."
Feng Jin's dark golden pupils were close at hand, churning with emotions she couldn't understand, his voice low and hoarse.
Verification? Verify what?!
Alarm bells rang in Shen Yuepo's mind, and a strong sense of crisis made her instinctively want to struggle and resist.
His spiritual energy surged wildly, and a sharp golden light instantly condensed at his fingertips.
However, Feng Jin moved even faster.
He lowered his head slightly, his icy breath brushing against Shen Yuepo's slender neck.
The next instant, a sharp, stinging pain suddenly shot through me.
"hiss!"
Shen Yuepo trembled violently, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Feng Jin suddenly bit down hard on the warm skin on the side of her neck.
The sharp teeth pierced the flesh, and blood gushed out instantly.
What made her even more uneasy was that he didn't immediately give in.
The warm blood droplets had just seeped out when his thin lips covered them, his tongue greedily sucking at the wound.
"Smack!"
A sharp, resounding slap shattered the silence of the backyard like a thunderclap.
All of Shen Yuepo's shock, humiliation, pain, and rage transformed into his most instinctive counterattack at this moment.
With the last of her strength, she slapped Feng Jin hard across his face, which was so close yet so captivating.
The force was so great that Feng Jin's head tilted slightly, and clear finger marks instantly appeared on his cold profile.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Yuepo suddenly broke free from his grip, staggering back several steps, one hand covering the bleeding wound on her neck.
Those usually cool and deep eyes were now blazing with fury, almost bursting forth.
She raised her hand and forcefully wiped away the blood that kept seeping from the side of her neck, her fingertips stained red. Her cold eyes were forced out from between her clenched teeth, filled with an unprecedented killing intent:
"You'd better give me an explanation!"
If she hadn't known the vast difference in strength, the talisman in her hand would probably have already been struck by deadly lightning.
Feng Jin slowly turned his head.
The clear five-finger mark on his left cheek was particularly glaring in the pale moonlight.
He licked the trace of blood belonging to Shen Yuepo from the corner of his mouth, a gesture that carried an eerie and sinister charm.
His dark golden eyes locked onto Shen Yuepo's eyes, which were burning with rage. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of displeasure at being interrupted.
Just when Shen Yuepo thought he was about to explode in rage, and even prepared to fight to the death—
He spoke.
The voice was no longer hoarse and disordered, but had regained some of its usual deep tone:
"Your blood... can awaken this emperor."
Shen Yuepo was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"I had just fallen into a deep sleep, and it was the blood you smeared on the jade bracelet that forcibly woke me up."
His voice was deep, and his dark golden pupils narrowed slightly. "So I want to confirm whether your blood can truly help me heal."
Upon hearing this emotionless explanation, Shen Yuepo's anger not only did not subside, but instead burned even brighter:
So you just bit me?
Shen Yuepo sneered: "You can just tell me directly that you need my blood to heal your wounds. As long as it doesn't damage your core, I won't give it to you?"
Faced with Shen Yuepo's questioning, the Great Emperor of Fengdu Beiyin, who ruled the Netherworld and looked down upon all ages, remained unusually silent.
Should I just ask for it directly?
He had never thought of doing it this way.
Over the long years, he became accustomed to plunder, to the crushing power of force, and to obtaining what he needed in the most direct way.
A night breeze rustled the fallen leaves in the courtyard, making the silence all the more poignant.
Seeing his silence, Shen Yuepo's anger flared even more fiercely.
“Next time,” Shen Yuepo gritted her teeth, “if you dare to bite me again, I’ll smash your teeth with a thunder talisman.”
Without saying another word, she turned abruptly, clutching her wound, and walked towards the guest room.
Just as Shen Yuepo's figure was about to disappear into the shadows of the porch, Feng Jin's deep voice came, tinged with tension:
"Feel sorry."
Shen Yuepo's steps did not falter at all, and his figure completely disappeared into the darkness.
Feng Jin stood alone amidst the chaos, his figure beneath the black robe appearing somewhat solitary.
When has the Great Emperor of Fengdu Beiyin ever apologized to creatures as insignificant as ants?
That "sorry" he just said was the only time in his long life that he bowed his head in humility.
But clearly, this was far from enough for the young Taoist priest in front of him.
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