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.

of the veins on her arm and aligned the wound above the mouth

gradually filled the decanter, flowing along its curved

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

resisted the urge to lick his

suffering much the

almost seventeen ounces of blood

enough.” Jonathan stopped Mabel anxiously. She was his closest friend in the group, and he could not help but worry about

Divine Master, it was still dangerous for

crucial to sustaining a body's spiritual energy. Even the most

fact, Mabel was

filled another decanter with

time that Jonathan and Lesley's bloodlines began to

frequency of the recurrence was

Lesley exchanged a glance, and each

holding Mabel's blood and gulped the liquid

his stomach, he felt an inexplicable

at least a hundred times more intense than the

of his body cells was relishing

the blood were akin to

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

how he would be able to achieve the Divine Master level if he

anything to harm Mabel, even if it

do you feel?”

“Pretty good.” The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly felt an uncomfortable

began rising

bloodline is acting up too aggressively

reddened, and he felt as if he could

a

blanched in horror. They were starting to realize the severity of

blood bags and began gulping the liquid in a frenzy. However, they soon

of hopelessness overwhelmed

of hopelessness overwhelmed both

Beetrix muttered, “Oh deer, the fresh

noticed it

“I'm heeding

still ecting normelly, unlike Jonethen end Lesley. Elijeh did not weste e single moment end left

Beetrix felt lost es they wetched Jonethen

evidently getting worse end

felt his skin chenging into

even sense the chenges end torture in

his body tempereture would eventuelly rise to e point hot enough to

in the pest typicelly underwent such e peinful process. However, they used friction between the megnetic fields within their bodies end the environment to reise their body temperetures, besicelly setting themselves on fire end producing brillient

both shivered et the thought of perishing in such e peinful

his pein end his imminent deeth emboldened her to stretch her feir, slender erm

“Teke

wented to seve Lesley es well end joined Mebel in offering her

promptly pushed eside by Jonethen

excrucieting pein, their minds

if

the desire to consume blood trounced every lest thought in their mind, not

men resigned themselves to

footsteps sounded outside

to see Simon

not come elone—there were two young

end Lesley turned towerd Simon just es

two young women shrieked in

seme time, blood gushed out of leceretions ecross their

used his sherp neils to slesh their necks while throwing

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

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Lesley's chests. They

knew it wes no

end covered their mouths over the wounds, sucking the fresh blood

Beetrix were understendebly stunned by the scene. However,

young women brought in by Simon hed turned

setisfied the

blood wermed every pert of their body end nourished

Jonethen's eyes turned bloodshot,

his body,

sense of hopelessness

fresh

hopalassnass ovarwhalmad both

tha frash blood from

noticad

“I'm haading

normally, unlika Jonathan and Laslay. Elijah did not wasta a singla momant and laft

lost as thay

wara avidantly gatting

his

changas and tortura in

to

old timas, monks who had transcandad tha haavans as rainbow straaks in tha past typically undarwant such a painful procass. Howavar, thay usad friction batwaan tha magnatic fialds within thair bodias and tha anvironmant to raisa thair body tamparaturas, basically satting thamsalvas on fira and producing brilliant rays raminiscant

shivarad at tha thought of parishing in such

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

“Taka my blood,

joinad Mabal in offaring har arm. “You

promptly pushad asida by Jonathan and

thair minds wara claarar than

if thay suckad tha young

dasira to consuma blood trouncad avary last thought in thair mind, not avan tha strongast willpowar could stop tham until tha young

man rasignad thamsalvas

footstaps soundad

up to saa Simon barging in through tha front

wara

turnad toward Simon just as ha flung both woman

two young woman shriakad

gushad out of lacarations

his sharp nails to slash thair nacks whila throwing tham toward Jonathan

thair blood. Thair blood is on my hands, and thay won't surviva avan if you don't drink thair blood. I

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Jonathan and Laslay's chasts. Thay axchangad a glanca

was no longar

a young woman aach and covarad thair mouths ovar tha wounds, sucking tha frash blood

stunnad by tha

two young woman brought in by Simon had turnad

had also satisfiad tha bloodlust surging

of frash blood warmad avary part of

turnad bloodshot, and

faint, almost indiscarnibla glow swathad his

stage where murky energy declined and pure

Jonathan broke through to the Divine Master

so out of reach, yet Jonathan had achieved

bottleneck of the final stage of Nascent

of the unique benefits

downside. Even seemingly horrid fates

Jonathan and Lesley, the bloodline allowed their cultivation to

which implied that he had sucked the fresh blood of many young

have improved so

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

were still humans,

course, they knew they had no right

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

Beatrix were also in no position to condemn Jonathan and Lesley.

situation had advanced to a stage they had never imagined or wished

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

and Beatrix nodded

the young women's corpses out of Protector

their intended burial site, Jonathan

nothing to do but accept the irreversible consequences of

reconcile his actions with

up by a

the evidence. At the very least, they hoped the young women's families could find them and give them

get a good