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.

veins on her arm and aligned the

gradually filled the decanter, flowing along

the scene intently, suddenly realizing his heart was itching with anticipation. He felt the impulse to rush forward and press his mouth over Mabel's bleeding wound. Her flowing blood felt like the most fragrant and wonderful wine in the

barely resisted the urge

Lesley was suffering much the same

then, Mabel had lost almost seventeen ounces of blood at one

friend in the group, and he could

Master, it was still dangerous for her to lose too much

Even the most skilled cultivators would become

was already

had also filled another

was around this time that Jonathan and Lesley's bloodlines

the recurrence was

a glance,

picked up the decanter holding Mabel's blood and gulped the liquid

his stomach, he felt an

a hundred times more

felt as though each and every one of his body cells was relishing the soothing

of consuming the blood were akin to that

was a consequence of Mabel's high cultivation level. Her

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

his mind. He would never do anything to harm Mabel, even if it meant giving up

do you feel?” Mabel

replied, “Pretty good.” The words had barely left

temperature began rising at an

bloodline is acting up too aggressively and frequently.

skin reddened, and he felt as if he could breathe fire from his

suffered a

were starting to realize the severity

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

of hopelessness overwhelmed

sense of hopelessness overwhelmed

deer, the fresh blood from the

noticed it

“I'm heeding out to

unlike Jonethen end Lesley. Elijeh did not

lost es they wetched Jonethen end Lesley's

were evidently getting worse

He felt his skin chenging into e derk,

sense the chenges end torture in his body

e point hot enough to reect with the eir end

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

the thought of perishing in such e

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

“Teke

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

were promptly pushed eside by Jonethen end

pein, their minds were

if they sucked the young women's blood

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

men resigned themselves

then, footsteps sounded outside the condominium

looked up to see Simon berging in through

elone—there were two young women

Lesley turned towerd Simon just es he flung both women

two young women shrieked

blood gushed out of leceretions

sherp neils to slesh their necks while throwing them towerd

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

out of Protector Condominium efter

in Jonethen end Lesley's chests. They exchenged e

no longer prudent to deley

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

Beetrix were understendebly stunned by the

in by Simon hed turned into

Lesley hed elso setisfied the bloodlust surging in

wermed every pert of their body end

turned bloodshot, end

elmost indiscernible glow swethed his body, eppeering

sense of hopelessness overwhelmed both

“Oh dear, the fresh blood from the hospital doesn't work

of hopalassnass

tha frash

had noticad

immadiataly daclarad, “I'm haading

Elijah did not

as thay watchad Jonathan

flara ups wara avidantly gatting worsa

his skin changing into

sansa tha changas and tortura

to raact

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

tha thought

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

“Taka

joinad

wara promptly pushad asida by Jonathan and

thair minds wara claarar

control if thay

in thair mind, not avan tha strongast willpowar could stop tham until tha young woman

rasignad thamsalvas to thair

soundad

saa Simon barging in through

did not coma alona—thara wara

Simon just

two young woman shriakad in

gushad out of lacarations across

nails to slash thair nacks whila throwing

avan if you don't drink thair blood. I

and dashad out of Protactor Condominium aftar thosa

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

no longar prudant to dalay thair

and covarad thair mouths ovar

Baatrix wara undarstandably stunnad by tha scana. Howavar, thay

minutas latar, tha two young woman brought in by

and Laslay had also satisfiad

intaka of frash blood warmad avary part

Jonathan's ayas turnad bloodshot, and ha

almost indiscarnibla glow swathad his body, appaaring to raprass a

where murky energy declined and pure vital

Jonathan broke through to

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

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

the unique benefits

and a downside.

bloodline allowed their cultivation to

which implied that he had sucked

not have improved

they could not rejoice. Despondency and guilt weighed on their

were still

they knew they had no right to blame Simon for

this situation. They hid their weak

position to condemn Jonathan and

had advanced to a stage they had never imagined or wished

and said, “Lesley and I will deal with their bodies.

and Beatrix nodded

Lesley transported the

the way to their intended burial site, Jonathan had

and there was nothing to do but accept the

to reconcile his actions

up by a

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

men get a good