Chapter 37 – He Could No Longer Be Silent (1/2)

Chapter 37 – He Could No Longer Be Silent

Qinghan anxiously stared at the bronze ring. But, after patiently waiting for a minute, his heart fell into his boots.

“Nothing!”

The ring didn’t release its familiar white smoke, as the wound on his sister’s head continued to bleed.

A short while later, something occurred to Qinghan. Hurriedly, he took the ring from his sister and put it back on his own finger. Immediately afterwards, he grabbed a black dagger and cut his left wrist.

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Blood began to ooze out of his left wrist, and subsequently, the magic white smoke gradually emerged from the ring, as it quickly moved towards his wound. Qinghan quickly forced his sister’s mouth open, before he squeezed his blood into it.

Luckily, the healing power of the ring was overwhelmingly efficient. The wound on Qinghan’s wrist almost instantly started to scab. Qinghan frowned as he stared at the wound, not because of the pain, but because he was worried that the supply of healing blood would stop too early. Therefore, without further pondering, he grabbed the dagger again and cut through the already scabbed wound. This time, the wound was so deep, that even the color of his bones could be seen.

In order to save his sister, Qinghan kept repeating these painful and cruel movements. He cut his wrist, then he let the blood drip in Qingyu’s mouth. When the wound scabbed again, he would cut through the wound again…

During these silent moments, only the ticking sounds of blood could be heard. Despite the physical pain, Qinghan didn’t cry out, as though all of his sensual feelings were numbed by the unspeakable grief.

As this brutal process went on, Qinghan’s face grew paler, while at the same time, Qingyu'’s face began to regain her luster. Eventually, there was even the first traces of a smile emerging on her glowed face.

Gradually, after numerous drops of blood, the wound on Qingyu’s forehead started to scab. The weak breath of Qingyu made her chest slowly fluctuate.

Qinghan gently caressed his sister’s face, while he was silently crying. He felt some stirrings of remorse for his delayed arrival.

“If only I had arrived earlier… Then my sister wouldn’t have gone through this suffering.” Looking at the sleeping Qingyu, Qinghan felt a deep remorse for his actions.

He carefully wiped the blood stains off Qingyu’s mouth, before he covered her with a quilt.

Afterwards, as Qinghan slowly stood up, he sternly glanced at his surroundings. Now, the room was filled with a murderous atmosphere. He was determined to seek revenge!

……

Outside the room, Qingxie stood in the yard as ordered. The body of Ye Bao lay quietly on the ground, while the other subordinate had already rushed back to inform Qingkuang about this emergency.

Qinghan’s ruthless attack on Ye Bao did surprise Qingxie to a great extent, but it didn’t actually frighten him. Even when Qinghan had threatened to smash his father’s small city, he wasn’t intimidated in the least. The main reason that he was still here, was that he hoped that his master, Qingkuang, would send more people to help him out. On the other hand, since the arrival of Qinghan had disturbed their original plan, he had to keep an eye on him before his master arrived.

“I was told, that this piece of garbage is only in the first level of the Realm of the Elite. How did he manage to kill Ye Bao, who is in the first level of the Realm of the Commander?!” Qingxie did find the improvement in Qinghan’s speed and power quite perplexing.

However, on second thought, Qingxie reckoned that it was unnecessary to worry about Qinghan. After all, he himself had already reached the first level of the Realm of the General. Plus, once he integrated with his battle beast, his power would reach the second level of the Realm of the General. He was confident, that with this power, he would be able to keep the situation under control.

Nevertheless…

An overwhelming murderous vibe swept across him! Qingxie was shocked to suddenly find Qinghan standing right in front of him.

“Why?” Qinghan coldly asked.

“Why? What do you mean… I already told you... I don’t know why your sister has committed suicide…” Qingxie thoughtlessly spoke, but he stopped in the middle of his sentence. Because, his instincts told him to become increasingly wary of Qinghan, whose face had turned ferocious. At this moment, Qinghan very much looked like a hungry monster, who was ready to devour its prey.

“WHY?!”

Qinghan started to scream this question out loud over and over, each time in a higher pitched voice. As if Qinghan’s words were spelled by magic, Qingxie found it hard to get rid of the sound, which made him shiver in panic.