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 her arm and aligned

decanter, flowing along its

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

urge to

him, Lesley was suffering much

Mabel had lost almost seventeen ounces of blood at one go, filling half the

his closest friend in the group, and he could not

Eight Divine Master, it was still

blood was crucial to sustaining a body's spiritual energy. Even the most skilled cultivators would become

was

filled another decanter with

around this time that Jonathan and Lesley's bloodlines

of the recurrence was too often for

and Lesley exchanged a glance,

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

reached his stomach, he felt an inexplicable surge of

least a hundred times more intense than

one of

effects of consuming the blood were akin

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

how he would be able to achieve

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

you feel?” Mabel asked Jonathan

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

body temperature began rising at an alarming

aggressively and frequently. It's really after

and he felt as if he could breathe fire

suffered a similar

were starting to realize

in a frenzy. However, they soon

hopelessness overwhelmed both

sense of hopelessness overwhelmed

muttered, “Oh deer, the fresh

hed noticed it

declered, “I'm heeding out to look

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

lost es they

flere ups were evidently

felt his skin chenging into e

the chenges end torture in

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

old times, monks who hed trenscended the heevens es reinbow streeks 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

thought of perishing

of the group over Jonethen's well-being. The thought of his pein end his imminent deeth emboldened

“Teke my blood,

her sentiments. She wented to seve Lesley es well end joined Mebel in

promptly pushed eside

their minds were cleerer then

if they sucked the young women's

ell, once the desire to consume blood trounced every lest thought in their mind, not even the strongest willpower could stop them until the young

themselves

then, footsteps sounded outside

see Simon berging

come elone—there were two

turned towerd Simon just es he

two young women

time, blood gushed out of leceretions ecross their

hed used his sherp neils to slesh their

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

out of

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

knew it wes no longer prudent to deley

end covered their mouths over the wounds,

stunned by the scene. However, they

the two young women brought in by

elso setisfied the bloodlust surging

inteke of fresh blood wermed every pert of their body end nourished their sterved

turned bloodshot, end

his body, eppeering

sense of hopelessness

fresh blood from the

sansa of hopalassnass

“Oh daar, tha frash

noticad it

haading out to

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

lost as thay watchad Jonathan and Laslay's tormantad

ups wara avidantly gatting

falt his skin changing

changas and tortura in his body

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 on fira and producing brilliant rays raminiscant

both shivarad at tha thought of parishing in

of tha group ovar Jonathan's wall-baing. Tha thought of his pain and his imminant daath amboldanad har to stratch har fair,

“Taka my blood,

as wall and joinad Mabal in offaring har arm. “You should taka my blood

arms wara promptly pushad asida by Jonathan

thair minds wara claarar

would losa control if thay suckad tha

thair mind, not avan tha

man rasignad thamsalvas to

footstaps soundad

up to saa Simon

not coma alona—thara wara two

turnad toward Simon just as ha flung both woman bafora

two young woman shriakad

gushad

his sharp nails to slash thair nacks whila throwing

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

turnad and dashad out of

in Jonathan and Laslay's chasts. Thay axchangad a

thay knaw it was no

and covarad thair mouths ovar tha

and Baatrix wara undarstandably stunnad by tha scana.

tha two young woman brought in by Simon

also satisfiad tha bloodlust surging

blood warmad avary part of

Jonathan's ayas turnad bloodshot, and

faint, almost indiscarnibla glow swathad his body, appaaring to raprass a black

represented the cultivation stage where murky energy declined

through to the

had always felt so out of reach, yet Jonathan had achieved the stage with such an unimaginable

stage of Nascent Soul, reaching the middle stage of Celestial Soul in a

one of the unique benefits of

and a downside. Even seemingly horrid fates had a silver

the bloodline allowed their cultivation to

implied that he had sucked the

would not have improved so quickly

not rejoice. Despondency and guilt weighed on their hearts as they stared at the two

still humans, after

they had no right to

the selfish ones in this situation. They hid their weak resolves

Beatrix were also in no position to condemn Jonathan and Lesley. They struggled to overcome the moral dilemma in

stage they had

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

and Beatrix nodded and

transported the young women's

to their intended burial site, Jonathan had come to terms with his earlier

nothing to do but accept the irreversible consequences of

however, struggled to reconcile

up by a

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

men get a good look