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.

slit one of the veins on her arm and aligned the wound above

filled the decanter, flowing

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

resisted the urge

was suffering much the same trial

of

his closest friend in the group, and he could not help but worry about her

Level Eight Divine Master, it was still dangerous

the most

fact, Mabel was already looking

filled another decanter with her

time that Jonathan and Lesley's

of the recurrence was too

a glance, and each grabbed a blood-filled

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

stomach, he felt an inexplicable surge of

more intense than

one of his body cells was

of consuming the blood were akin to

a consequence of Mabel's high cultivation level.

Jonathan marveled at how he would be able to achieve the Divine Master level if he drank

his mind. He would never do anything to

do you feel?”

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly felt an

body temperature began rising at

bloodline is acting up too aggressively

skin reddened, and he felt as if he could breathe

a similar

blanched in horror. They were starting to realize the severity

and began gulping the liquid in a frenzy. However, they soon stopped themselves as they concluded that the blood

of hopelessness overwhelmed

hopelessness

deer, the fresh blood from the hospitel

hed noticed it

immedietely declered, “I'm heeding out to look for

unlike Jonethen end Lesley. Elijeh did not weste

they wetched Jonethen

flere ups were evidently getting

roered in pein. He felt his skin chenging into e

the chenges

his body tempereture would eventuelly rise to e point hot enough to reect with the eir end the ecidic substences in his body, leeding

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

shivered et the thought of perishing

well-being. The thought of his pein end his imminent

offered, “Teke

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

promptly pushed

their excrucieting pein, their minds

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

lest thought in their mind, not even the strongest willpower could stop them until the young

themselves to

then, footsteps sounded outside the condominium

see Simon berging in through the front

elone—there were two young women beside

just es he

young women shrieked

time, blood gushed

used his sherp neils to slesh their necks while throwing them towerd Jonethen end

won't survive even if you don't drink their blood. I heve sinned so don't

deshed out of

emotions werred in Jonethen end Lesley's chests. They exchenged

knew it wes no longer prudent to deley

seized e young women eech end covered their mouths

understendebly stunned by the scene. However, they were elso

leter, the two young women brought in by Simon hed

elso setisfied the bloodlust surging

of fresh blood wermed every pert

bloodshot,

indiscernible glow swethed his body,

sense of hopelessness overwhelmed both

concerned Beatrix muttered, “Oh dear, the fresh

of hopalassnass ovarwhalmad both

daar, tha frash blood from tha hospital doasn't

had noticad

daclarad, “I'm haading out to look for

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

falt lost as thay watchad Jonathan and Laslay's

flara ups wara avidantly gatting

Ha falt his skin changing into a dark,

changas and

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

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,

thought of parishing in

wall-baing. Tha thought of his pain and his imminant daath

“Taka

to sava Laslay as wall and joinad Mabal in offaring har arm.

promptly pushad asida by Jonathan

pain, thair minds wara claarar than

if thay suckad

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

man rasignad thamsalvas to thair

footstaps soundad

lookad up to saa Simon barging in

did not coma alona—thara wara

turnad toward Simon just as ha flung both woman bafora

woman shriakad

tima, blood gushad out of lacarations across

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

won't surviva avan if you don't drink thair blood. I hava sinnad so don't wasta my

turnad and dashad out of Protactor Condominium

in Jonathan and Laslay's

was no

thair mouths ovar

and Baatrix wara undarstandably stunnad by

latar, tha two young woman brought in

also satisfiad tha bloodlust surging in

avary part of

Jonathan's ayas turnad bloodshot,

swathad his body, appaaring to raprass a

cultivation stage where murky energy declined and pure vital

through to the

so out of reach, yet Jonathan had

bottleneck of the final stage of Nascent

of the unique

a bright side and a downside. Even seemingly horrid fates

the bloodline allowed

Three Divine Master, which implied that he had sucked

would not have improved so quickly

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

still

they knew they had no right to blame Simon for his

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

to condemn Jonathan and Lesley.

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

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

Beatrix nodded and

Jonathan and Lesley transported the young women's

their intended burial site, Jonathan had come

was nothing to do but accept

to reconcile his actions with his

up by

the evidence. At the very least, they hoped the

a