0p0 Chapter 1727
Chapter 1727
Chen Xuan nodded and immediately spread his divine sense, enveloping Lin Yuyao's dantian and purple palace like a fine net.
In less than ten breaths, under his focused gaze, thick, golden-red semen slowly appeared on Lin Yuyao's originally fair and jade-like abdomen, flowing through her skin as if it were alive, emitting a scorching heat.
"hold head high --"
A roar that seemed to come from ancient times reverberated in his bloodline. The essence of the sacred Qilin was fully manifested, and the pressure of the divine beast's bloodline surged like a tide, carrying an arrogant air of looking down on the world.
However, this oppressive aura was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Chen Xuan, causing no ripples whatsoever.
He swiftly waved his right hand, his fingertips forming several complex hand seals, before suddenly pausing. Six lustrous jade bottles appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of him.
As a fist-sized ball of golden-red essence blood was slowly forced out of his body, Chen Xuan's fingertips changed again, his five fingers forming claws, carrying just the right amount of spiritual power, and precisely grabbed the pulsating source of essence in Lin Yuyao's lower abdomen.
The moment his fingertips touched the essence blood, Chen Xuan was slightly startled—the life force contained in this bloodline was so immense. He looked down at Lin Yuyao, who was in a state of suspended animation, and saw that her brows were furrowed and her lips were pale. He couldn't help but shake his head gently.
Not daring to be careless in the slightest, he slowly raised his right hand, which was shaped like a claw. With this movement, Lin Yuyao's body floated up lightly, like a weightless feather.
The moment her primordial essence was dragged away, the color drained from her face at a visible speed, her originally radiant skin quickly turned as pale as paper, and even her lips lost their color.
Chen Xuan carefully controlled the scale of his spiritual power, but as his essence blood gradually separated from his body, countless roars of holy unicorns suddenly resounded in the room. It was the resistance of the bloodline's origin, and the force became more and more frantic, almost breaking free from his control.
"It's now!"
Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly released his right hand. His fingertips instantly transformed into sword fingers, and a condensed sword beam slashed out from the air.
"Sizzle—"
A flash of silver light, and the ball of essence blood shattered, with three-tenths of the golden-red liquid being precisely cut off.
Despite losing only 30% of her original essence, Lin Yuyao, who was in a state of suspended animation, suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of her mouth, staining her white bodice red, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
"receive!"
Chen Xuan changed his hand seals, and the severed blood essence, guided by spiritual energy, instantly split into six parts, falling precisely into the suspended jade bottle. The bottle cap automatically sealed with a "pop," firmly locking in the violent bloodline power.
The remaining essence and blood, like startled fish, suddenly retreated back into Lin Yuyao's body and disappeared into the depths of her dantian.
“Poof—”
Almost simultaneously, Lin Yuyao suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes, which had once held pride and stubbornness, were now empty and lifeless. Her face was as white as fine Xuan paper. A mouthful of blood gushed out, splattering onto the brocade quilt on the bed, a shocking sight.
Her body slumped down, the glow that had surrounded her completely went out, and even her long, ink-black hair lost its luster at a visible speed, turning gray and dry.
Chen Xuan reacted quickly, catching her firmly with his arms like iron hoops. He felt that the person in his arms was as light as a feather, and her breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel it.
Lin Yuyao caught her breath, her heavy eyelids slowly opening. Her dim gaze fell on Chen Xuan's face, which was so close to hers, and her voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind: "I thought... you would take all the source..."
Chen Xuan tapped her smooth forehead with his finger, his tone tinged with complexity: "Do you really want to die?"
The soft sound on her forehead made Lin Yuyao pout, wanting to curse him as a "big bad guy," but she didn't even have the strength to speak. She could only glare at him fiercely, her eyes filled with grievance, resentment, and a trace of dependence that she herself didn't even realize.