Chapter 913: The Ancestor Is Here, Brother Jiu Is Here
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The Blood Core was no different from the heart of a normal person to the Blood Rakshasa. It was impossible for a person to survive without a heart.
Little Rakshasa was willing to spit out his Blood Core for the Rakshasa King.
Even Master Sang understood what he meant. The little thing hoped that the Rakshasa King would leave with his blood core and use it to recuperate.
Not far away, Master Sang was stunned. Little Rakshasa, who fed on blood, actually did such a thing before he died.
After seeing Little Rakshasa spit out the blood core, the grief and despair in the Rakshasa King’s eyes almost crushed his spine. He wished he could feed the blood core back to him. He wanted to kill Sang Chonghua!
However, he could not do anything. His meridians, which had been corroded by the poison, seemed to have been blocked. He could not circulate his true energy, and his dantian seemed to have frozen. He could not raise his internal energy at all. Because he was too angry, his veins were throbbing, and the blood vessels in his eyes exploded one by one.
But what was the use?
Little Rakshasa still closed his eyes in front of him.
“Ah—” The Rakshasa King roared and pounced at Little Rakshasa, blood and tears splattering!
Master Sang kicked him back into the water, bowed, picked up the Blood Core on the ground, and smiled smugly. “This Blood Core is mine. The quality is not bad. I originally wanted to dig out your Blood Core, but now, I can have two.”
As he spoke, he unceremoniously kicked Little Rakshasa’s corpse to the side, pulled out his dagger, and grabbed the Rakshasa King in the water.
Just as he was about to dig out the Rakshasa King’s blood core with his dagger, a terrifying aura suddenly came from the direction of the Nether Mountain. His expression changed and he immediately let go and stood up. “Let’s go!”
Master Sang left with Guard Huang and all the experts of the Sang family. As soon as they left, Sikong Ye and Yan Jiuchao rushed over. The two of them were in seclusion in the secret room today, isolating themselves from all the aura of the outside world. They only rushed over to investigate after hearing the roar of the suspected Rakshasa King.
The Rakshasa King was poisoned and could not release his aura. Therefore, there was no thick blood smell near the Nether Mountain. This was also why the two of them felt that it was suspicious and could not be sure that it was the Rakshasa King himself.
To their surprise, not only was the Rakshasa King heavily injured and submerged in the water, even Little Rakshasa on the shore seemed to be completely lifeless.
Yan Jiuchao pinched Little Rakshasa’s wrist and used his internal energy to circulate through its meridians. Then, his expression darkened and he said, “His blood core is gone.”
“What?” Sikong Ye, who had just pulled the Rakshasa King out of the water, paused.
“He’s not breathing,” Yan Jiuchao said. He stood up and looked in the direction where Master Sang and the others had left. “Should we kill them?”
Sikong Ye looked at the dying Rakshasa King and then at the dead Little
Rakshasa. He made a prompt decision. “Saving them is more important!”
Yan Jiuchao picked up Little Rakshasa. This child looked thin to begin with.
Now that he was no longer breathing, he looked even more pitifully thin in his arms. Yan Jiuchao frowned and tightened his grip on him. He used his qinggong to return to the Chaoyang Hall.
Old Cui was taking a bath again and was ruthlessly barged in. He was really going to lose his virginity!
“You, you, you… Why are you like that girl!” Old Cui hid behind the screen and gritted his teeth as he shook his clothes.
“What happened?” Yu Wan came when she heard the news. The moment she crossed the threshold and saw Little Rakshasa in Yan Jiuchao’s arms, her expression changed. “What happened to him?”
“His blood core is gone,” Yan Jiuchao said.
Yu Wan hurriedly lifted its shirt and saw that its stomach was intact. She was puzzled. “It wasn’t dug out by someone…”
Was it beaten up, or—
Before Yu Wan could figure it out, Sikong Ye also carried the Rakshasa King into the room.
Yu Wan turned around and was even more puzzled. “The Rakshasa King is injured too?”
Although she was puzzled, she still quickly entered a state of treatment. She tidied up the large consultation table and asked her great-grandfather to place the Rakshasa King on the consultation table. She also cleaned up the things on the half-immortal table, laid out a cashmere blanket, and placed Little Rakshasa on it.
Little Rakshasa was already dead, but Yu Wan still stubbornly fed him a pill to revive him. The so-called revival was not really to revive a completely dead person. It was just that his heart had temporarily stopped beating, causing a patient who had faked his death to be saved.
Yu Wan did not know if Little Rakshasa was the former or the latter, but no matter what, she could not give up until the last moment.
On the way here, Yan Jiuchao and Sikong Ye had been continuously infusing internal energy into Little Rakshasa and the Rakshasa King. The Longevity Technique was a cultivation technique to restrain the Rakshasa and could also repair them to a certain extent. However, their situation was too bad. Their internal energy could only maintain its original state and not worsen. It was not so easy to save them.
Grandma, Qing Yan, Shadow Six, and the others also rushed over.
“Ah, how did this happen?” Shadow Six asked in surprise. If not for Ancestor Sikong’s solemn expression, he would have thought that the Ancestor had injured the Rakshasa King and Little Rakshasa to this extent. Old Cui took their pulse and frowned. “It’s a little tricky..
“Why do you say that?” Yu Wan asked.
Old Cui said, “They were poisoned by a slow-acting poison. The Rakshasa King’s poison is already deep and he can’t use his strength. He also lost too much blood and his situation is critical. Although Little Rakshasa was poisoned, he doesn’t have any blood core. His situation is even more critical than the Rakshasa King’s.”
To put it bluntly, neither of them might be able to keep their lives. If they had to choose one, they could only save the Rakshasa King. After understanding what Old Cui meant, Yu Wan’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at the pale little fellow on the table and said in disbelief, “Is he really hopeless?”
As a mother, there was nothing more difficult to accept than a child passing away in front of her. Moreover, this was a child who had saved her and Dabao’s lives. She had thought that she would raise him and treat him as her own, making him the younger brother of the three little fellows. However, such a person was gone in an instant.
Old Cui was also very pained. He sighed helplessly. “He can’t live without the blood core.”
“Grandma, do you have any ideas?” Yu Wan looked at him.
Grandma shook his head regretfully. “The Blood Rakshasa can’t live without blood cores. They’re evil creatures. An expert will at most become a cripple without an inner core, but the Blood Rakshasa will become a dead person without blood cores.”
Everything in the world complemented and countered each other. The Blood Rakshasa’s strength had never come without a price.
Just as everyone was feeling heartbroken, the Rakshasa King on the treatment table suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly turned his head and looked at the unconscious Little Rakshasa before looking at Sikong Ye beside him. He used all his strength to raise his trembling hand, grab Sikong Ye’s hand, and cover his dantian.
Sikong Ye was stunned. “You…”
The Rakshasa King looked at him pleadingly. His injuries were too serious and he could not speak. However, Sikong Ye understood his gaze. He clearly said, “Give… my… blood core… to him…’
The Rakshasa King was a proud man. He could be defeated, humiliated, or stay in a cave for decades just to cultivate an evil technique. However, he had never bowed his head to anyone, let alone beg his sworn enemy.
He lay there critically, but all his aura fell to his knees. He stepped his pride under his feet and looked pleadingly at this man who he did not want to lower himself in front of for the rest of his life.
Sikong Ye was stunned for a moment. It could be said that he had never cared about Sang Qiuhan until he became a Blood Rakshasa. However, at this moment, he really looked him in the eye. It was only at this moment that he felt that Sang Qiuhan was qualified to be his match.
They had once arranged a three-day battle because he had no choice but to go. But now, he wanted to go from the bottom of his heart with respect for his opponent.
Unfortunately, he could not go anymore.
This man admitted defeat in front of him, but Sikong Ye felt that the moment he admitted defeat, Sang Qiuhan had actually won. Sang Qiuhan’s greatest enemy was himself. He had won against himself and the mental demon that had been around for so many years.
“Are you really going to dig out the Rakshasa King’s blood core? It’s better not to…” Old Cui handed over the dagger as he spoke.
Everyone:
Old Cui cleared his throat and said, “However, I have to remind you that even if you dig out his blood core, you might not be able to save Little Rakshasa. The Rakshasa King’s blood core is too powerful, and Little Rakshasa might not be able to withstand it. At that time, the worst outcome might be that Little Rakshasa can’t be saved and the Rakshasa King is dead.”
On the surface, these words were directed at Sikong Ye and the others, but in reality, they were directed at the Rakshasa King.
Sikong Ye looked at the Rakshasa King and sighed. “Did you hear that? The chances of failure are very high.”
The Rakshasa King held Sikong Ye’s hand pleadingly.
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