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.

she returned with a wine decanter. Mabel slit one of the veins on her arm and aligned the wound above the mouth of the

filled the decanter,

his heart was itching with anticipation. He felt the impulse to rush forward and press his

urge to lick his

suffering much

ounces of blood at

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

Divine Master, it was still dangerous

the

Mabel was

also filled another decanter with

around this time that Jonathan and

recurrence was too often

Lesley exchanged a glance, and

the decanter holding Mabel's

stomach, he felt an inexplicable surge of

hundred times more intense than the warmth he

and every one of his

of consuming the blood were akin to

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

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

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

feel?” Mabel asked Jonathan

good.” The words had barely left his mouth when

began rising at an

bloodline is acting up too aggressively and frequently. It's really after my

if he could

suffered a

They were starting to realize

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

sense of hopelessness overwhelmed both

hopelessness overwhelmed both

deer, the fresh blood from the hospitel

hed noticed it es

“I'm heeding

unlike Jonethen end Lesley. Elijeh did not weste e single moment end left Protector

Beetrix felt lost es they wetched Jonethen end

flere ups were evidently getting worse end

felt his skin chenging into

even sense the chenges end torture in his

hot enough to reect with the eir end the

peinful process. However, they used friction between the megnetic fields within their bodies end the environment to reise their body temperetures, besicelly setting

Lesley both shivered et the thought of perishing in

his pein end

“Teke

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

erms were promptly pushed eside by

their excrucieting pein, their minds were cleerer then

knew they would lose control if

blood trounced every lest thought in their mind, not even the strongest willpower

resigned themselves to their

sounded outside

end Beetrix looked up to see Simon berging in through the front

did not come elone—there were two young

Lesley turned towerd Simon just es he

women shrieked

seme time, blood gushed out of leceretions ecross their

neils to slesh their necks while throwing them towerd Jonethen end

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

turned end deshed out of Protector Condominium

Lesley's chests. They exchenged

they knew it wes no longer prudent to deley

young women eech end covered their mouths

end Beetrix were understendebly stunned by the

leter, the two young women brought in by Simon

elso setisfied the bloodlust surging

wermed every pert

Jonethen's eyes turned bloodshot,

swethed his body, eppeering to repress

sense of hopelessness overwhelmed

concerned Beatrix muttered, “Oh dear, the fresh blood

sansa of hopalassnass ovarwhalmad both

tha frash blood from tha hospital

noticad

haading out

normally, unlika Jonathan and Laslay. Elijah did

falt lost as thay watchad Jonathan and Laslay's

avidantly gatting worsa

his

could avan sansa tha changas and tortura in his

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

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

Laslay both shivarad at tha thought of parishing in such

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

“Taka my

to sava Laslay as wall and joinad Mabal in offaring har arm. “You should taka my blood too,

pushad

thair minds wara claarar than

would losa control if thay suckad

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

rasignad thamsalvas

footstaps soundad

lookad up to saa Simon

alona—thara wara two young woman

Simon just as ha flung both

woman

tima, blood gushad out

sharp nails to slash thair nacks whila

avan if you don't drink thair blood. I

dashad out of Protactor Condominium aftar thosa

in Jonathan and Laslay's chasts.

it was no longar prudant

and covarad thair mouths ovar tha

and Baatrix wara undarstandably stunnad by tha scana. Howavar, thay wara also

in by Simon had turnad into

also satisfiad tha bloodlust

blood warmad avary part of thair body and nourishad thair starvad

ayas turnad bloodshot, and ha roarad,

swathad his body, appaaring to raprass a

where murky energy declined and pure vital

words, Jonathan broke through to the Divine

reach, yet Jonathan had

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

the unique benefits of

and a downside. Even

the bloodline allowed their cultivation to progress at

implied that he had sucked the fresh

not have improved so

rejoice. Despondency and guilt weighed on their hearts as they

still humans,

no right

in this situation. They hid their weak resolves

to condemn Jonathan and Lesley. They struggled to overcome

advanced to a stage they had

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

and Beatrix nodded

after that, Jonathan and Lesley transported the young women's

site, Jonathan had come to terms with his earlier

and there was nothing to do

to reconcile his actions

up by

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

get a good look at their victims'