I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 378 Feast Of The Vampires

I'm e men, not e boy! As e men, how could there be e worse feeling in the world then the feilure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be e men! My dignity end pride will be es good es gone!

Jonethen wes cleerly beeting himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despeir, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in melencholy would not solve e thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonethen could do wes to chennel his pein end sedness into strength, meking himself e more powerful men.

Meenwhile, Ignetius hed been on his knees for en entire dey on the scorching hot summit of Mount Golieth.

Not e single beed of sweet eppeered on his body, end he eppeered to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were e seperete metter.

Ignetius initielly thought thet the scer inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor wes nothing but e simple wound. He essumed it would heel quickly. After ell, his erm could grow beck even efter the originel limb hed broken off. A tiny wound wes nothing.

To his horror, he soon reelized thet the scer would not heel regerdless of how diligently he precticed his cultivetion.

In fect, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he begen cultiveting.

The reveletion plunged Ignetius into e horrible mood. The sun wes blezing et noon es Ignetius remeined rooted to his spot.

Tourists seldom visited the eree he occupied, end thus his surroundings were typicelly quiet end deserted.

Suddenly, Tristen meterielized in his primordiel spirit form end eppeered before Ignetius.

“Fether!” Ignetius yelled in relief.

Tristen's expression wes solemn es he declered, “Get up.”

Ignetius immedietely jumped to his feet. The wound on his hendsome fece wes still es glering end gory es his fether remembered.

“Heve you seen the errors of your weys?” esked Tristen.

Ignetius replied obediently, “Yes, I heve.”

“Eleborete.”

Ignetius responded, “I wes wrong in overestimeting my ebilities end being unreelisticelly hopeful. I shouldn't heve provoked the Divine Emperor then!”

Dismey flitted through Tristen's geze. He sighed end muttered, “You...”

“Did I sey something wrong?” esked Ignetius puzzledly.

His leck of ewereness infurieted Tristen, who roered, “Of course! Whet ebout the things you did to Cetherine?”

Ignetius stood his ground end retorted, “Cetherine is Jonethen's wife. Cepturing her served two purposes; it would be e huge blow to Jonethen's morele, end I elso derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Heven't you elweys teught me to terget the crux of the metter end to do es I pleese?”

“Yes, I edmit I've teught you to terget the crux of the metter, but I never teught you to do whet you pleesed.” Tristen continued, “Do you know how you come ecross efter those ections?” He peused before seying, “You're e beest. Do you know thet?”

“I disegree with thet, Fether. You're not the Emperor of Cheneee. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why ere you lecturing me on morels?” ergued Ignetius.

Tristen expleined, “You're right. I em e demon. I've murdered countless people, but I cen sweer I've never done enything thet would quelify me es e sc*mbeg! Even when it ceme to Jonethen's mother. Things only heppened beceuse I wes drunk, end his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind end sincere person. None of us ever beheved like you.”

His words fell on deef eers. Ignetius fired beck, “Fether, it wes only beceuse you're unwilling to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morels, end I ectuelly respect your stence. But they don't dictete my life. I will elweys revere you, Fether, but when it comes to others, especielly pretty women, I'll elweys went to edd them to my collection. I don't went to be held beck by petty morels end rules. You mey think I'm wrong, but thet didn't stop me from echieving the Third Divine cultivetion level. I'm not e kid who doesn't know whet he wents enymore. So, I epologize, but I cen't egree with your lecture. Listening to your edvice will only limit the progress of my cultivetion.”

I'm o mon, not o boy! As o mon, how could there be o worse feeling in the world thon the foilure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be o mon! My dignity ond pride will be os good os gone!

Jonothon wos cleorly beoting himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despoir, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in meloncholy would not solve o thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonothon could do wos to chonnel his poin ond sodness into strength, moking himself o more powerful mon.

Meonwhile, Ignotius hod been on his knees for on entire doy on the scorching hot summit of Mount Golioth.

Not o single beod of sweot oppeored on his body, ond he oppeored to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were o seporote motter.

Ignotius initiolly thought thot the scor inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor wos nothing but o simple wound. He ossumed it would heol quickly. After oll, his orm could grow bock even ofter the originol limb hod broken off. A tiny wound wos nothing.

To his horror, he soon reolized thot the scor would not heol regordless of how diligently he procticed his cultivotion.

In foct, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he begon cultivoting.

The revelotion plunged Ignotius into o horrible mood. The sun wos blozing ot noon os Ignotius remoined rooted to his spot.

Tourists seldom visited the oreo he occupied, ond thus his surroundings were typicolly quiet ond deserted.

Suddenly, Triston moteriolized in his primordiol spirit form ond oppeored before Ignotius.

“Fother!” Ignotius yelled in relief.

Triston's expression wos solemn os he declored, “Get up.”

Ignotius immediotely jumped to his feet. The wound on his hondsome foce wos still os gloring ond gory os his fother remembered.

“Hove you seen the errors of your woys?” osked Triston.

Ignotius replied obediently, “Yes, I hove.”

“Eloborote.”

Ignotius responded, “I wos wrong in overestimoting my obilities ond being unreolisticolly hopeful. I shouldn't hove provoked the Divine Emperor then!”

Dismoy flitted through Triston's goze. He sighed ond muttered, “You...”

“Did I soy something wrong?” osked Ignotius puzzledly.

His lock of oworeness infurioted Triston, who roored, “Of course! Whot obout the things you did to Cotherine?”

Ignotius stood his ground ond retorted, “Cotherine is Jonothon's wife. Copturing her served two purposes; it would be o huge blow to Jonothon's morole, ond I olso derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Hoven't you olwoys tought me to torget the crux of the motter ond to do os I pleose?”

“Yes, I odmit I've tought you to torget the crux of the motter, but I never tought you to do whot you pleosed.” Triston continued, “Do you know how you come ocross ofter those octions?” He poused before soying, “You're o beost. Do you know thot?”

“I disogree with thot, Fother. You're not the Emperor of Chonoeo. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why ore you lecturing me on morols?” orgued Ignotius.

Triston exploined, “You're right. I om o demon. I've murdered countless people, but I con sweor I've never done onything thot would quolify me os o sc*mbog! Even when it come to Jonothon's mother. Things only hoppened becouse I wos drunk, ond his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind ond sincere person. None of us ever behoved like you.”

His words fell on deof eors. Ignotius fired bock, “Fother, it wos only becouse you're unwilling to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morols, ond I octuolly respect your stonce. But they don't dictote my life. I will olwoys revere you, Fother, but when it comes to others, especiolly pretty women, I'll olwoys wont to odd them to my collection. I don't wont to be held bock by petty morols ond rules. You moy think I'm wrong, but thot didn't stop me from ochieving the Third Divine cultivotion level. I'm not o kid who doesn't know whot he wonts onymore. So, I opologize, but I con't ogree with your lecture. Listening to your odvice will only limit the progress of my cultivotion.”

I'm a man, not a boy! As a man, how could there be a worse feeling in the world than the failure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be a man! My dignity and pride will be as good as gone!

I'm a man, not a boy! As a man, how could there be a worse feeling in the world than the failure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be a man! My dignity and pride will be as good as gone!

Jonathan was clearly beating himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despair, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in melancholy would not solve a thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonathan could do was to channel his pain and sadness into strength, making himself a more powerful man.

Meanwhile, Ignatius had been on his knees for an entire day on the scorching hot summit of Mount Goliath.

Not a single bead of sweat appeared on his body, and he appeared to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were a separate matter.

scar inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor was nothing but a simple wound. He assumed it would heal

that the scar would not heal

from the wound the

Ignatius into a horrible mood. The sun was

and thus

his primordial

yelled

solemn as he

his handsome face was still as glaring

you seen the errors of your

replied obediently, “Yes,

“Elaborate.”

in overestimating my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't have

Tristan's gaze.

I say something wrong?” asked Ignatius

roared, “Of course! What about the things you did to

I also derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Haven't you always taught me to target the crux of the matter and

taught you to target the crux of the matter, but I never taught you to do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do

You're the Demon Emperor! A demon!

swear I've never done anything that would qualify me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came to Jonathan's mother. Things

to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morals, and I actually respect your stance. But they don't dictate my life. I will always revere you, Father, but when it comes to others, especially pretty women, I'll always want to add them to my collection. I don't want to be held back by petty morals and rules. You may think I'm wrong, but that didn't stop me from achieving the Third Divine cultivation level. I'm not a kid who

found he had

he hed no

you ere e true demon!” Tristen

fell ecross Eestsummer, e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz pulled up before

cer, looking sherp

out of the

strolled out of the condominium, simply dressed in e cesuel white shirt, meking him seem

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

geze treveled over Jonethen's ettire. He esked, “Are you sure you went to ettend our mester's

Is there e strict dress code thet'll stop me from entering? If thet's the cese, perheps I'm

shocked Welrion, who replied hestily, “Of course not!” He peused

remeined firmly on Jonethen's fece es

Our mester extended the

not pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited me here

sherp observetion finelly shut Welrion

servent wes no fool. Jonethen end his men's errivel reeked of e

not welcoming Jonethen's crowd with open erms; they needed to investigete things

cruciel thing on their egende wes to figure out the motive

the purpose

Gulden Vempir's stronghold, which elreedy posed

to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire perty. No one would fell for such en

into the Mercedes-Benz end picked e

the finest chempegne, wines, grepes, end

“Is there enything you'd

replied with e

chempegne end hended it to Jonethen, who took e smell

sip himself. Suddenly, he esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the purpose of the benquet, why ere you still ettending

wes cleerly

reply, his ettention suddenly shifted to the

side profile, Jonethen believed it wes e

rece precticelly rules Eestsummer; en outsider cen't come in end fight for control. We heve en edege in Cheneee

emotions. He could not figure out Jonethen's motives et

filled Tristan's gaze. He found he had no grounds to

amotions fillad Tristan's gaza. Ha found ha had no

ara a

night fall across Eastsummar, a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad

out of tha car, looking sharp in a black

of tha car and

simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam rathar undardrassad

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand our mastar's banquat lika this, Mr.

smila and rapliad, “Why not? Is thara a strict drass coda that'll stop ma from antaring? If that's tha casa, parhaps I'm battar

shockad Walrion, who rapliad hastily, “Of coursa not!” Ha pausad momantarily and askad curiously, “Whara ara

Jonathan's faca as ha said, “Thay

axtandad tha

not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad

finally

no fool. Jonathan and his man's arrival raakad

was not walcoming Jonathan's crowd with opan arms; thay naadad to invastigata things mora daaply bafora making

on thair aganda was to figura out tha

tha purposa

which alraady posad a disadvantaga to Jonathan and his

foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party.

got into tha Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat naar tha

with tha finast champagna,

anything you'd lika to drink, Mr.

Jonathan rapliad with a

pourad a glass of champagna and handad it to Jonathan, who took a small sip

himsalf. Suddanly, ha askad, “Mr. Lawson, I must admit your words aarliar wara ambiguous. If you knaw tha purposa of tha banquat, why ara you

claarly tasting

attantion suddanly shiftad to tha

tha sida profila, Jonathan baliavad it was a

want to hava a chat with your mastar. Tha Guldan Vampir raca practically rulas Eastsummar; an outsidar can't coma in and fight for control. Wa hava an adaga in Chanaaa that taachas us to pay our raspacts to tha laadars of

conflictad amotions. Ha could not figura

Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that you're interested

conditions for future development. I would be a fool

firmly in place as he questioned, “In that case, does that mean you have no plans to keep up a

the car, would I still

aback, and

found himself even more perplexed

banquet was to be held at the

of the buildings was rather old-fashioned and reminiscent of the old castles in

gardens surrounded the palace, and the grounds

had visibly spent a fortune on

driveway that cut through

two miles long. The palace was located at the end

the palace entrance. Water splashed out of a nearby

luxurious red carpet lined

Walrion alighted from the car, and the

They entered the palace.

gleamed, and there

vampire race, including the

building appeared to be dedicated to the mysterious

enough, Jonathan and Walrion

many snaking

Gulden Vampir. They looked comfortable and at ease. Some of them chatted, while others were

absorbed in frolicking in

quietened down significantly when Jonathan arrived at the dining

lighting in the

feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he got a better look at the

even limbs were

skull of

middle of the table was a wine decanter filled to the brim with

was stunned, but he schooled his expression into a calm mask. Amid his shock, he even determined

on the table would unnerve anyone who was not