The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 875 - 350: Bloodline Fusion_3

"A trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning."

Bertnar waved his hand dismissively.

Before the two goddesses could show their fierce glares, revealing their murderous intents, he produced two fresh blood roses and pinned one in the hair of each witch, saying curiously:

"Has Blood Sorcerer not told you? She is already pregnant."

"I have proven through practice that the king of the Clan of Vampires can merge bloodlines with the pure-blood descendants of the Blood Witch Clan."

"The current Clan Leader should still be Wu Xuelu, right? That old girl, has she not already confirmed this? The child in Blood Sorcerer’s womb, not yet born, has a divine blood concentration comparable to the Sacred Voidal Conduit."

"Once she is born, she is likely to be the Blood Witch Goddess with the highest blood concentration in tens of thousands of years."

"How is this causing trouble? Clearly, I have made a great achievement!"

"This child will be the hope of the Blood Witch Clan, and if one day she grows to the level of the Witch God... Hahaha, I will be the father of a deified being, who would dare cross me, I will have my daughter crush them!"

The handsome and dashing Bertnar, when putting on an unabashed front, was still overwhelmingly charismatic.

Ye Hanjun, Wu Xuebi, and Wu Xuepang were all stunned.

Especially the latter two, their anger diminished, and a rising shock manifested clearly in every one of their movements.

"This is impossible... Vampires and Blood Witches... How could they possibly merge?"

Having her understanding overturned, Wu Xuebi felt the world spinning, no longer seeming real.

She fell into a state of dazed numbness, staggering out of the Blood Medicine Hall and vanished in front of their eyes.

"Being an Alien Race, yet moving unimpeded in the ancestral land, even able to enter here freely—is this the reason?"

Still able to maintain her composure, Wu Xuepang stared into Bertnar’s captivating eyes and slowly asked.

"Yes, indeed!"

"This is my maternal home, of course I come and go as I please."

Bertnar patted Wu Xuepang on the shoulder, carelessly.

"I will check with Blood Sorcerer and Lulu in detail."

Wu Xuepang gave him a deep look, then mounted a summoned blood tiger and galloped away.

"Phew... Women are indeed troublesome, everywhere!"

Bertnar wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, and with a wave, dismissed the two Light Spring Witches:

"Alright, you two leave this place now."

"Remember, you have been implanted with a Blood Curse. If you make any move to leak secrets, Wu Xuelu will surely kill you."

"We dare not..."

The trembling Light Spring Witches carefully made their exit.

Bertnar nodded in satisfaction, then turned around to formally face Ye Hanjun.

"Tsk tsk tsk, utterly pathetic."

"Is this really a man of my Ye Clan? Even a sickly person wouldn’t appear this pitiful."

Ye Hanjun twitched the corners of his mouth, calmed his emotions, then asked coolly:

"Your visit must be for more than just checking in, correct?"

"Unfortunately, it’s just a visit."

Bertnar tossed a ring over, speaking plainly:

"Inside here are all sorts of medicines, the youngest being nine thousand years old, all for you."

"Brother, whether you passed your heavenly tribulation or whatever, that is your calamity, I can’t help you with that, and I won’t give blind advice."

"But you are very important now, critically important."

"You know what you brought out from the Great Tomb, I won’t babble on about it."

"Hurry up and heal, the hunt is about to begin."

"If this battle is successful, I will be recorded in history, and you cannot drop the ball or hold us back."

...

Leaving behind a ring and several phrases, Bertnar dashing left.

In the Blood Medicine Hall, Ye Hanjun, half-submerged in a pool of blood, felt the scalding blood burn his skin and sting his soul, finally easing somewhat.

"Big Tadpole..."

GuaGua also swam in the blood pool, stealthily approaching Ye Hanjun:

"How could such a cool guy know our secret?"

"The Little Black Hats have all forgotten, but he knows. This feeling of being stripped bare is so strange!"

Ye Hanjun frowned, deep in thought.

This was indeed inconceivable. Ye Tianzi, hidden within him, theoretically only he and GuaGua retained the memory.

Was it during the tribulation that someone noticed a trace, leaking the secrets of heaven?

Or was it even earlier when the pieces of the Asura Bow were handed over that someone sensed something was amiss?

Ye Hanjun thought hard but not only failed to clarify his thoughts but grew even more confused.

What exactly do the clan members plan to do with this power?

The Ghost Lamp without Crown Rank, nor Divine Enthronement presiding.

Eighty years in a flash, had the forces prepared by the Abyss of the Red Dust already reached the magnitude of a major invasion?

War... conflict... on the verge of erupting?

In a daze, the chaotic thoughts slid into nothingness, and Ye Hanjun finally calmed down completely.

He absorbed the nutrients in the blood pool, healing the wounds on his soul, his consciousness becoming increasingly ethereal.

For a long, long time, there was a loud bang.

As if thousands of horses were galloping across the great plains, the earth trembled, the blood pool churned, and the ancient temple... collapsed a corner.

A beam of light fell, brighter than the daylight.

Accompanying it was a scolding voice that echoed through the sky, filled with arrogant words that made one frown.