They all call me Great Master-Chapter 782 - 779: Secret of Blood VII

Blood fog blanketed the sky, coalescing and glittering like snowflakes, drifting and sprinkling down.

Atop this fog of blood, the 'Blood Descendant' stood on the back of the 'Blood Bat,' pulling out that precious orb of the 'Bloodline Clan': [Blood of the Night].

Instantly, the blood fog began to be absorbed, transformed into the purest vitality reserve within [Blood of the Night].

The process was very smooth; after Viscount Windsor himself had died and the manipulator 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was too preoccupied to pay attention, this fresh blood was just blood. Apart from being more spiritual than that of an ordinary person, greatly enhancing the vitality value stored, it had no way to resist the absorption power of [Blood of the Night].

In less than ten seconds, the blood fog had dissipated.

And this brought [Blood of the Night] a reserve of 1000 vitality points.

'An 'Ascend Steper' is only equivalent to 1000 vitality points?'

Arthur was somewhat surprised.

This number was much lower than he had imagined.

In the notes for [Blood of the Night], it was clearly stated that 'the fresh blood of an adult could be converted into 4-5 vitality points.'

And at this moment, the vitality value obtained from an 'Ascend Steper,' calculated at the highest value of 5 for an adult, was the equivalent of 200 adults.

Even considering some loss due to the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo creating the blood fog, the number couldn't be far off.

And this...

Was too little!

Not to mention that for an 'Ascend Steper,' killing 200 ordinary people would be a trivial task; even in Arthur's estimation, this number should start at 5000 or even higher.

'Blood? Blood!

It's just blood!'

Arthur was slightly taken aback and then came to a realization.

In his previous scientific understanding, a person's composition was extremely complex, a combination of various elements and cells, but on the mystic side, a person is composed of only two things: flesh and soul.

At the moment, the flesh was far from reaching the power of an 'Ascend Steper' as expected.

Naturally, that left only one thing.

That is to say—

'The soul of an 'Ascend Steper' is more important?'

Arthur mused to himself, yet his heart was filled with sighs.

Although the death of Viscount Windsor was caused by someone else, making his [Soul Ritual: Soul Binding] useless, and less than an hour had passed since Viscount Windsor's death, his [Soul Extraction Technique] could still be used—if there was no one around paying attention, Arthur wouldn't hesitate to use the [Soul Extraction Technique]. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

After all, the soul of an 'Ascend Steper' was quite valuable.

But unfortunately, more than one person was paying attention here.

Not to mention those whom he didn't care about.

Just the presence of The Old Earl and 'Blood Drinker' Haibo alone made it impossible for Arthur to freely cast his spells.

As for the 'Devourer' Imola?

Facing a 'Demigod,' Arthur wouldn't dare to touch their soul unless he had truly 'Ascended,' because in the knowledge Arthur had learned and his understanding of the mystic side, the soul of 'Divine Spirits' was definitely different from that of ordinary people.

Even if Arthur's [Soul Ritual: Soul Binding] and the [Soul Extraction Technique] explained by the Half Lich were extraordinary, it was the same.

Since he already had an absolute advantage, he mustn't be careless.

This was Arthur's most basic understanding.

So, although Arthur felt it was a pity, he would not truly mind.

Therefore, the next moment, Arthur co-operated by revealing a smile.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium spoke directly—

"Well done, Auburn!"

"It's just cooperation."

The 'Blood Descendant' replied in such a manner.

Then, the 'Blood Descendant,' with a very complex look in his eyes after glancing at the apparition that was 'Blood Drinker,' turned and walked away.

The whole process took less than a second.

However, Arthur was certain that although their conversation was not loud, those nearby could definitely hear it clearly.

And the 'Blood Descendant' who had just been in midair would have been clearly visible to those nearby as well.

The Nobles' Hidden Guards, servants, and attendants of the Ainhars Territory, Arthur needed them to be the best witnesses, so that more people could truly separate him from the 'Blood Descendant.'

'This is the second time!'

Just two or three more times, and it should be about right!

After that, no one will ever doubt my true relationship with the 'Blood Descendants'!

Thinking of the perfect performance back at Port Pult on the Inland River, and the performance that was now halfway through, Arthur's gaze shifted to the phantom emerging from the body of the Marquess of Ainhars—

The ever-smiling 'Blood Drinker' Haibo suddenly furrowed his brows.

"My blood mist?!"

The 'Blood Drinker' murmured to himself, his crimson eyes flickering.

It was evident that the 'Blood Drinker' had sensed the dissipation of the blood mist.

But Arthur saw more!

It was not only the dissipation of the blood mist that the other party had noticed but also, along with it, the arrival of Arthur and the 'Blood Descendants'.

Undoubtedly, such muttering was meant to be a performance for Arthur and the 'Blood Descendants'!

The other party wanted to paralyze the two of them!

For...

Better escape!

Yes!

Escape!

Arthur was certain that as the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo noticed his appearance and the departure of the 'Blood Descendants', the other had already given up on the idea of continuing to shatter the Marquess of Ainhars's consciousness to achieve control over the body—with the other's cunning, he would definitely not put his own safety in the hands of someone else's hesitation and indecision.

Especially not someone with an unclear relationship to the Marquess of Ainhars.

And this was exactly what Count Bernaken wanted to see.

Only under such a situation could the Old Earl make the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo retreat with minimal consumption.

Arthur was well aware of this.

That's why he made such an ambitious request.

Otherwise, how could he possibly have gained access to the Marquess of Ainhars's private treasury?

Do they really think a centuries-old marquess's treasure house is a vegetable market?

And what about Kalal's first heir in line?

That was merely incidental!

Both the Old Earl and the Marquess of Ainhars thought so.

But this, this is what Arthur truly wanted.

'To hide one's real purpose within what others believe to be the purpose, and to accomplish it smoothly, achieving a win-win—that is the true way of Spirit Medium trade.

It's fair, isn't it?'

Arthur thought to himself.

This wasn't something Old Charlie had said, but rather something that Arthur had concluded based on his own experiences as a Spirit Medium.

It resonated deeply with Arthur's heart.

It was enough to bring Arthur pleasure.

So, the young Spirit Medium took out the "Spider's Claw."

The all-black, standard-issue short sword looked even more profound under the moonlit night.

Arthur twisted off the counterweight and wiped the blade with the poison hidden inside.

The entire action was neither hurried nor slow, much like an executioner sharpening his blade before the execution.

And the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, who had just been murmuring within the phantom, disappeared in an instant.

The next moment—

A smear of crimson appeared in front of the Marquess of Ainhars.

Without any hesitation, Arthur lunged with his sword.

Thrust!

The blade pierced through the crimson.

A sound akin to entering flesh was heard.

Then came the taunting voice of the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

"Don't you know that I have an Undying Body?"