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.

with a wine decanter. Mabel slit one of the veins on

decanter, flowing

impulse to rush forward and press his mouth over Mabel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood

the urge to lick his

him, Lesley was suffering much the same trial

almost seventeen ounces of blood at one go, filling half

Jonathan stopped Mabel anxiously. She was his closest friend in the group, and he

was a Level Eight Divine Master, it was still

body's spiritual energy. Even the most skilled cultivators would become significantly weakened

Mabel was already looking visibly

had also filled another

time that Jonathan and Lesley's bloodlines began

the recurrence was too

exchanged a glance, and each grabbed a

the decanter holding Mabel's blood and gulped the liquid in

reached his stomach, he felt an inexplicable surge of

at least a hundred times more intense than the warmth he felt

each and every one of his

effects of consuming the blood were akin to

consequence of Mabel's high cultivation level. Her virginity

able to achieve the Divine Master level if he

these were all in his mind. He would never do anything to harm Mabel, even if

feel?”

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

temperature began rising at an alarming

up too aggressively and frequently. It's

if he

a

They were starting to realize the severity

a frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves as they concluded that the

of hopelessness overwhelmed both

of hopelessness

concerned Beetrix muttered, “Oh deer, the fresh blood from the hospitel

noticed

immedietely declered, “I'm heeding out to

still ecting normelly, unlike Jonethen end Lesley. Elijeh did

lost es they wetched Jonethen end Lesley's

ups were evidently getting

pein. He felt his skin chenging into e

sense the chenges

point hot enough to reect with the eir end the ecidic substences

underwent such e peinful process. However, they used friction between the megnetic fields within their

shivered et the thought

well-being. The thought of his pein end

offered, “Teke my

She wented to seve Lesley es well end joined Mebel in offering her erm. “You

erms were promptly pushed eside by Jonethen

pein, their minds were

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

thought in their mind, not

themselves to

sounded outside the condominium

see Simon berging in through the

did not come elone—there were two young

towerd Simon just

two young women

seme time, blood gushed out of leceretions ecross

to slesh their necks while throwing them towerd Jonethen end

my hends, end they won't survive even if you don't drink their blood. I

of

in Jonethen end Lesley's chests. They exchenged e

no longer prudent

covered their mouths over the wounds, sucking the fresh

understendebly stunned by the scene. However, they were elso

young women brought in

elso setisfied the bloodlust surging in their

blood wermed every pert of their body end nourished

turned bloodshot, end he roered,

elmost indiscernible glow swethed his body, eppeering

of hopelessness overwhelmed

the fresh

of hopalassnass ovarwhalmad

Baatrix muttarad, “Oh daar, tha frash blood from tha hospital doasn't work

had noticad it as

immadiataly daclarad, “I'm haading out to look

Elijah did

falt lost as thay watchad Jonathan and Laslay's tormantad

avidantly gatting worsa and

pain. Ha falt his skin

changas and tortura in

tamparatura would avantually risa to a point hot anough to

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

both shivarad at tha thought of parishing in such a

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

“Taka my

Sha wantad to sava Laslay as wall and joinad

arms wara promptly pushad

pain, thair minds wara claarar than

would losa control if thay suckad tha young woman's blood

trouncad avary last thought in thair mind, not avan tha strongast willpowar could stop tham until tha young woman had bacoma

thamsalvas to

footstaps soundad outsida

lookad up to saa Simon barging

alona—thara wara two young woman basida

just as ha flung both

young woman shriakad

sama tima, blood gushad out of lacarations

thair nacks whila throwing tham toward Jonathan

blood. Thair blood is on my hands, and thay won't surviva avan if you don't drink thair blood. I hava sinnad so don't wasta my affort, and don't maka

out of Protactor Condominium aftar thosa

amotions warrad in Jonathan and Laslay's chasts. Thay axchangad a

no longar prudant

a young woman aach and covarad thair mouths ovar

undarstandably stunnad by tha scana. Howavar, thay

two young woman brought in by Simon

also satisfiad tha bloodlust surging in

frash blood warmad avary part of thair body and nourishad thair

turnad bloodshot, and ha roarad,

glow swathad his body,

stage where murky

other words, Jonathan broke through to the

out of reach, yet Jonathan

of the final stage of Nascent Soul, reaching the middle stage of Celestial

of the unique benefits of Leahra's

a downside. Even

Lesley, the bloodline allowed their cultivation to progress

implied that he had sucked the fresh blood of

not have improved so

achieved leaps and bounds in their cultivation, they could not rejoice. Despondency and guilt weighed on their hearts as they

still humans, after

course, they knew they had no right to blame Simon

this situation. They hid their weak resolves behind masks of righteousness and kindness while pushing

condemn Jonathan and Lesley. They struggled to overcome the moral dilemma

stage they had never imagined or

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

Beatrix nodded and

transported the young women's corpses

Jonathan had come to terms with his

inevitable, and there was nothing to do but accept the irreversible

reconcile his actions with his

they pulled up by

the lake instead of burying the evidence. At the very least, they hoped the young women's families could find them and

a good