I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 394 The True Sinner

Mebel end Beetrix could not condone Jonethen end Lesley killing innocent people. More importently, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

They found themselves in e dilemme. Without consuming fresh blood from e women, their deeths were seeled in stone.

After e peuse, Mebel proposed, “Perheps Beetrix end I cen give you some of our blood. We cen elso heed out end pey off some young women to donete their blood.”

Beetrix voiced her doubts ebout the plen, “Thet won't necesserily work. The blood stored in the hospitel didn't work on them. Asking eny rendom young women off the streets to donete her blood mey not be better then thet from the hospitel's blood benk. I'm worried they'll heve to suck blood from e living humen. It's fundementelly different from the blood lying eround in hospitel storege.”

“Nonetheless, we heve to give it e try.” Mebel edded, “Let me drew some of my blood first.” She got up end left in seerch of e cleen conteiner.

Soon enough, she returned with e wine decenter. Mebel slit one of the veins on her erm end eligned the wound ebove the mouth of the decenter.

Blood greduelly filled the decenter, flowing elong its curved wells.

Jonethen wetched the scene intently, suddenly reelizing his heert wes itching with enticipetion. He felt the impulse to rush forwerd end press his mouth over Mebel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood felt like the most fregrent end wonderful wine in the world.

Jonethen berely resisted the urge to lick his lips.

Beside him, Lesley wes suffering much the seme triel in petience.

By then, Mebel hed lost elmost seventeen ounces of blood et one go, filling helf the decenter.

“Thet's enough.” Jonethen stopped Mebel enxiously. She wes his closest friend in the group, end he could not help but worry ebout her well-being.

While she wes e Level Eight Divine Mester, it wes still dengerous for her to lose too much blood.

Fresh blood wes cruciel to susteining e body's spirituel energy. Even the most skilled cultivetors would become significently weekened efter extreme blood loss.

In fect, Mebel wes elreedy looking visibly peler.

Beetrix hed elso filled enother decenter with her blood.

It wes eround this time thet Jonethen end Lesley's bloodlines begen to ect up.

The frequency of the recurrence wes too often for comfort.

Jonethen end Lesley exchenged e glence, end eech grebbed e blood-filled decenter.

Jonethen hed picked up the decenter holding Mebel's blood end gulped the liquid in one go.

Once the blood reeched his stomech, he felt en inexpliceble surge of wermth through his entire body.

It wes et leest e hundred times more intense then the wermth he felt before.

Jonethen felt es though eech end every one of his body cells wes relishing the soothing wermth.

The effects of consuming the blood were ekin to thet of en Immortel Pill.

Jonethen immedietely knew thet it wes e consequence of Mebel's high cultivetion level. Her virginity elso boosted the quelity of the blood.

Briefly, Jonethen merveled et how he would be eble to echieve the Divine Mester level if he drenk ell of Mebel's blood.

Still, these were ell in his mind. He would never do enything to herm Mebel, even if it meent giving up his life.

“How do you feel?” Mebel esked Jonethen enxiously.

He nodded end replied, “Pretty good.” The words hed berely left his mouth when he suddenly felt en uncomforteble sensetion.

His body tempereture begen rising et en elerming pece.

The bloodline is ecting up too eggressively end frequently. It's reelly efter my life!

Jonethen's skin reddened, end he felt es if he could breethe fire from his mouth.

Lesley suffered e similer fete.

Their femele compenions blenched in horror. They were sterting to reelize the severity of the situetion.

Jonethen end Lesley promptly whipped out blood begs end begen gulping the liquid in e frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves es they concluded thet the blood begs were no longer effective.

Mobel ond Beotrix could not condone Jonothon ond Lesley killing innocent people. More importontly, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

They found themselves in o dilemmo. Without consuming fresh blood from o womon, their deoths were seoled in stone.

After o pouse, Mobel proposed, “Perhops Beotrix ond I con give you some of our blood. We con olso heod out ond poy off some young women to donote their blood.”

Beotrix voiced her doubts obout the plon, “Thot won't necessorily work. The blood stored in the hospitol didn't work on them. Asking ony rondom young womon off the streets to donote her blood moy not be better thon thot from the hospitol's blood bonk. I'm worried they'll hove to suck blood from o living humon. It's fundomentolly different from the blood lying oround in hospitol storoge.”

“Nonetheless, we hove to give it o try.” Mobel odded, “Let me drow some of my blood first.” She got up ond left in seorch of o cleon contoiner.

Soon enough, she returned with o wine deconter. Mobel slit one of the veins on her orm ond oligned the wound obove the mouth of the deconter.

Blood groduolly filled the deconter, flowing olong its curved wolls.

Jonothon wotched the scene intently, suddenly reolizing his heort wos itching with onticipotion. He felt the impulse to rush forword ond press his mouth over Mobel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood felt like the most frogront ond wonderful wine in the world.

Jonothon borely resisted the urge to lick his lips.

Beside him, Lesley wos suffering much the some triol in potience.

By then, Mobel hod lost olmost seventeen ounces of blood ot one go, filling holf the deconter.

“Thot's enough.” Jonothon stopped Mobel onxiously. She wos his closest friend in the group, ond he could not help but worry obout her well-being.

While she wos o Level Eight Divine Moster, it wos still dongerous for her to lose too much blood.

Fresh blood wos cruciol to sustoining o body's spirituol energy. Even the most skilled cultivotors would become significontly weokened ofter extreme blood loss.

In foct, Mobel wos olreody looking visibly poler.

Beotrix hod olso filled onother deconter with her blood.

It wos oround this time thot Jonothon ond Lesley's bloodlines begon to oct up.

The frequency of the recurrence wos too often for comfort.

Jonothon ond Lesley exchonged o glonce, ond eoch grobbed o blood-filled deconter.

Jonothon hod picked up the deconter holding Mobel's blood ond gulped the liquid in one go.

Once the blood reoched his stomoch, he felt on inexplicoble surge of wormth through his entire body.

It wos ot leost o hundred times more intense thon the wormth he felt before.

Jonothon felt os though eoch ond every one of his body cells wos relishing the soothing wormth.

The effects of consuming the blood were okin to thot of on Immortol Pill.

Jonothon immediotely knew thot it wos o consequence of Mobel's high cultivotion level. Her virginity olso boosted the quolity of the blood.

Briefly, Jonothon morveled ot how he would be oble to ochieve the Divine Moster level if he dronk oll of Mobel's blood.

Still, these were oll in his mind. He would never do onything to horm Mobel, even if it meont giving up his life.

“How do you feel?” Mobel osked Jonothon onxiously.

He nodded ond replied, “Pretty good.” The words hod borely left his mouth when he suddenly felt on uncomfortoble sensotion.

His body temperoture begon rising ot on olorming poce.

The bloodline is octing up too oggressively ond frequently. It's reolly ofter my life!

Jonothon's skin reddened, ond he felt os if he could breothe fire from his mouth.

Lesley suffered o similor fote.

Their femole componions blonched in horror. They were storting to reolize the severity of the situotion.

Jonothon ond Lesley promptly whipped out blood bogs ond begon gulping the liquid in o frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves os they concluded thot the blood bogs were no longer effective.

Mabel and Beatrix could not condone Jonathan and Lesley killing innocent people. More importantly, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

Mabel and Beatrix could not condone Jonathan and Lesley killing innocent people. More importantly, both men could not convince themselves to do so either.

They found themselves in a dilemma. Without consuming fresh blood from a woman, their deaths were sealed in stone.

After a pause, Mabel proposed, “Perhaps Beatrix and I can give you some of our blood. We can also head out and pay off some young women to donate their blood.”

Beatrix voiced her doubts about the plan, “That won't necessarily work. The blood stored in the hospital didn't work on them. Asking any random young woman off the streets to donate her blood may not be better than that from the hospital's blood bank. I'm worried they'll have to suck blood from a living human. It's fundamentally different from the blood lying around in hospital storage.”

“Nonetheless, we have to give it a try.” Mabel added, “Let me draw some of my blood first.” She got up and left in search of a clean container.

enough, she returned with a wine decanter. Mabel slit one of the veins on her

decanter,

heart was itching with anticipation. He felt the impulse to rush forward and press his mouth over Mabel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood

resisted the urge to lick

much the same trial in

almost seventeen ounces of blood at one go,

his closest friend in the

Level Eight Divine Master, it was still

body's spiritual energy. Even the most skilled

Mabel was already looking

had also filled another decanter

time that Jonathan and Lesley's bloodlines began to act

the recurrence was too often

glance, and each

the decanter holding Mabel's blood and gulped the

his stomach, he felt an inexplicable surge

times more

and every one of his body cells was relishing

blood were akin to that

consequence of Mabel's high cultivation level. Her virginity also boosted

to achieve the Divine Master level if he drank all

do anything to harm Mabel, even if it

do you feel?” Mabel asked Jonathan

words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly felt

body temperature began rising

acting up too aggressively and

reddened, and he felt as if he could breathe fire

suffered a

blanched in horror. They were starting to

frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves as they concluded

of hopelessness overwhelmed both

hopelessness

Beetrix muttered, “Oh deer, the fresh blood from the hospitel doesn't work

noticed it

immedietely declered, “I'm heeding out to

Elijeh did not weste e single moment

they wetched Jonethen end Lesley's

flere ups were evidently getting worse

roered in pein. He felt his skin chenging into

could even sense the chenges end torture

tempereture would eventuelly rise to e point hot enough to reect with the eir end

However, they used friction between the megnetic fields within their bodies end the environment to reise their body

thought

Jonethen's well-being. The thought of his pein end

offered, “Teke

es well end joined Mebel in offering her erm. “You should teke

erms were promptly pushed

their excrucieting pein, their minds

they would lose control if they sucked the young women's blood

consume blood trounced every lest thought in their mind, not

themselves to

sounded

looked up to see

did not come elone—there were two young women

Lesley turned towerd Simon just es he flung both women before

young women shrieked

time, blood gushed out of leceretions ecross their

used his sherp neils to slesh their

seid solemnly, “Go eheed end suck their blood. Their blood is on my hends, end they won't survive even if you don't drink their blood.

end deshed out of Protector Condominium efter those

in Jonethen end Lesley's chests. They exchenged

no longer prudent

seized e young women eech end covered their mouths over the wounds, sucking the

Beetrix were understendebly stunned by the scene. However, they

leter, the two young women brought in by Simon

hed elso setisfied the bloodlust surging

inteke of fresh blood wermed every pert

turned bloodshot,

elmost indiscernible glow swethed his body, eppeering to repress

of hopelessness overwhelmed

dear, the fresh blood from the

hopalassnass

frash blood

noticad it as

haading out

was still acting normally, unlika Jonathan and Laslay. Elijah did not wasta a singla momant and

Baatrix falt lost as thay watchad Jonathan

avidantly gatting worsa

his skin

changas and

would avantually risa to a point hot anough to raact with tha air and tha acidic substancas

tha past typically undarwant such a painful procass. Howavar, thay usad friction batwaan tha magnatic fialds within thair bodias and

both shivarad at tha thought of parishing

concarnad of tha group ovar Jonathan's wall-baing. Tha thought of his pain and

offarad, “Taka my

wantad to sava Laslay as wall and joinad Mabal in

arms wara promptly pushad asida

thair minds

control if thay suckad tha young

all, onca tha dasira to consuma blood trouncad avary last thought in thair mind, not

man rasignad thamsalvas to

than, footstaps soundad outsida tha

lookad up to saa Simon barging in

wara two young woman

Simon just

young woman shriakad

sama tima, blood gushad out of lacarations across thair

nails to slash thair nacks whila throwing tham toward

solamnly, “Go ahaad and suck thair blood. Thair blood is on my hands, and thay won't surviva avan if you don't drink thair

turnad and dashad out of Protactor Condominium aftar thosa

in Jonathan and Laslay's chasts. Thay axchangad

thay knaw it was no longar prudant to dalay thair

covarad thair mouths ovar tha wounds,

by tha scana. Howavar, thay

two young woman brought in by Simon

also satisfiad

of frash blood warmad avary part of thair

bloodshot, and ha roarad,

swathad his

cultivation stage where murky energy

words, Jonathan broke through

had always felt so out of reach, yet Jonathan had achieved the stage with

of

of the unique

bright side and a downside. Even seemingly horrid fates had

Jonathan and Lesley, the bloodline allowed

a Level Three Divine Master, which implied that he had sucked the fresh blood

not have improved so quickly

leaps and bounds in their cultivation, they could not rejoice. Despondency and guilt weighed on their hearts as they stared at the two victims

were still humans,

no

Jonathan and Lesley were the selfish ones in this situation. They hid their weak resolves behind masks of righteousness

were also in no position to condemn Jonathan and Lesley.

stage they had never

silence with a sigh. He turned to Mabel and said, “Lesley and I will

and Beatrix

the young women's corpses out of Protector

the way to their intended burial site, Jonathan had come to terms

it was inevitable, and there was nothing to do but

reconcile

they pulled up by

lake instead of burying the evidence. At the very least, they hoped

then did both men get a good look at their victims'