No demons in all realms

Chapter 13 Blood Transfusion

"roar--!"

A dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and a dragon shadow flew towards this place like lightning.

Accompanied by the roar of a dragon, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a torrential downpour swept across the land.

The black-robed youth stopped what he was doing, his hands, which were about to penetrate deeper, halted in mid-air with the sound of a dragon's roar.

A closer look reveals that the young man in the black robe has slightly trembling hands and his eyes are filled with deep fear.

Golden lines appeared as the dark clouds parted, and the air currents created by the dragon's shadow breaking through the sky stirred up towering waves.

The young man looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted. His black robes were so affected by the pressure from the cultivation level that he could not move.

The dragon shadow, wrapped in lightning, swooped down and burst into dazzling golden light the moment it landed.

A young man in a silver-patterned robe stepped out from the radiance, the dragon scale patterns still visible on his sleeves. The wind pressure generated by his raised hand snapped a locust tree three zhang away in half.

"How dare you?" The transformed being's voice trembled with the force of metal striking stone, and the instant his palm pressed down, he suppressed the black-robed youth.

The black-robed youth's neck was marked with scale-like red marks, and he was forced to the ground by an invisible force, with cracks spreading out in a hideous vein on his back.

The young man in the silver-patterned robe looked down at the little child sitting on the ground with bloodshot eyes, then bowed respectfully and said, "I apologize! Your Highness, I am late."

The little child stared in astonishment at the imposing young man before him. "You've transformed into human form?"

The extraordinary man before him nodded and said respectfully, "Thank you for your supreme blood, Your Highness. The shackles that have troubled me for so many years have finally been loosened. Now that I have entered the realm of Celestial Immortals, I can naturally take human form. My bloodline has also been transformed through the baptism of your blood. My original dragon body has gradually gained dragon might as my cultivation has improved."

The little boy nodded, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the heavily injured, black-robed youth lying on the ground. He said weakly but angrily, "Tear him apart for me!" The simple words were filled with boundless killing intent.

The man in the silver-patterned robe flicked his hand, and a ball of light flew into the little baby's body, rapidly restoring the baby's spiritual energy. He then turned to look at the black-robed youth, who, upon meeting the transformed man's gaze, trembled and pleaded in a trembling voice, "No, I was wrong, please spare me, please spare me!" His pleading voice was filled with boundless fear.

The man in the silver-patterned robe ignored the pleas for mercy, reached out and grabbed, instantly lifting the black-robed youth up. The silver-patterned man coldly stared at the terrified youth, his gaze sharpening. With a forceful grip, the youth's body exploded, leaving a bloody mess.

The little boy staggered to his feet and rushed towards Chen Luoluo without hesitation. His bare feet kept slipping on the ground, and because his body had not yet recovered, he fell heavily onto the muddy ground for the third time in the blink of an eye.

Blood seeping from his knees stained his faded clothes, but his eyes, already red from crying, remained fixed on the figure lying on the ground.

The white clothes were soaked with mud and dark red. It was unclear how many times the little child had fallen. When he finally stumbled into the cold body, a whimper like that of a young animal burst from his throat.

He buried his face in the other's neck, as if that would warm the stiff muscles and bones again. His wrinkled fingers clutched at the clothes that were already stuck with blood, and even as his face turned purple, he couldn't stop sobbing.

The little boy suddenly pounded his forehead fiercely, tears mingling with the rain as they streamed down the woman's pale lips. "Senior Sister Luo Luo, please wake up! I beg you, please wake up! I'll never call you 'Annoying Sister' again. Just wake up, and you can pinch my face however you want, okay..."

The wind lifted the mud-stained hem of her clothes, revealing the bulging wound on the woman's waist and abdomen. The little child suddenly fell silent, trembling as she tried to cover the already congealed dark red marks with her sleeve.

He curled up like a trembling shrimp, his forehead pressed against the woman's sunken chest, as if in this way he could snatch back the last bit of warmth from the muddy road...

The man in the silver-patterned robe beside him bowed and said, "Your Highness, the deceased is gone. Please accept our deepest condolences!"

The little child looked anxiously at the otherworldly man before her and asked, "Golden-Scaled Dragon Fish, you're experienced, you must have a way, right? As long as you're willing to ask, I'll grant you anything you want from now on. Please save her!"

The man pondered for a moment, then hesitated, finally shaking his head and saying, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I really have no way. Even if there were a way to bring someone back to life, I simply cannot speak of it."

The little child, seeing the shapeshifter's hesitant expression, as if grasping at the last glimmer of hope, cried out with red eyes, "Quick! Tell me! I'll pay any price!"

Perhaps unable to bear seeing the little child in such despair, the shapeshifter shook his head helplessly and softly murmured, "Blood transfusion."

"Blood transfusion? How do you do a blood transfusion?" The little child, as if grasping at the last straw, grabbed the shapeshifter's hand and said hoarsely, "Quickly tell me how to do this blood transfusion."

The shapeshifter spoke with a tone of helplessness, using a voice only the two of them could hear: "I was fortunate enough to read in an ancient book about a powerful demon with noble bloodlines who once exchanged all his bloodline to revive his beloved, only to end up with no cultivation or bloodline left."

Then, changing the subject, he said, "Have you thought it through? If you undergo a blood transfusion, your noble bloodline will be completely gone. Not only that, your Supreme Sword Bone and Exquisite Blood will be lost. You will become an ordinary person, no longer the genius these humans speak of. Is it worth it for such a lowly human?"

"It's worth it!" the little child blurted out almost without hesitation. "I've never had parents since I was little, and they've always treated me like family, and I feel the same way. So it's worth it!"

"But Your Highness, you're only two years old! If you... alas! Your divine gifts will be stripped away..."

"Stop talking! My mind is made up."

The shapeshifter had no choice but to shut up, and with a wave of his hand, recorded this touching scene.

The three-foot-tall child knelt beside the woman in white, watching the dark red ice crystals cling to the edge of the hole that pierced her chest, and trembled as he gripped the blood-stained bronze dagger tightly.

The gold patterns on the little doll's wrist flickered, and the cut wound gushed out clear, glass-like blood, which fell onto the senior sister's pale lips with a crisp, metallic sound.

He bit his lower lip to stifle a sob, letting the precious blood crawl down his fingertips into the other woman's parched veins. Each drop of blood caused a wisp of smoke to rise from the woman's body, and the sizzling sound of rotting flesh peeling away, mixed with the smell of burning, spread through the air after the rain.

Suddenly, a ghostly blue flame shot up from the mud, illuminating the tears that were about to fall from the child's eyelashes. In a fit of rage, he plunged the dagger three inches into his own heart. The scalding golden blood splattered onto the blood jade between Chen Luoluo's brows, as if the spiritual energy of the entire forest had surged wildly into the woman's collapsed chest.

This went on for an unknown amount of time, until the child's lips turned pale, his breath grew weaker and weaker, until all the blood in his body had drained away...

He forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Golden Scaled Flood Dragon. I will probably lose my divine talent by then. After you shrink, you can crawl into my pocket. When my senior brother arrives, he will naturally take us away from this secret realm. Once we're out, you won't need to protect me anymore. I don't want to be the genius they talk about anymore. Let me live a quiet life as an ordinary person."

The shapeshifter, who had been hesitant to speak, was about to say something when he helplessly said, "Alright! I'll leave my demon pearl with you. I'll help you three times, and these memories will naturally return when you grow up."

Suddenly, the woman gasped for breath like someone drowning, and ice crystals turned into black mist that emerged from her seven orifices. The child's blood-stained palm pressed against her sunken cheek, and new flesh grew visibly where the precious blood had soaked in, while the golden lines on his wrists visibly dimmed.

As the first glimmer of life returned to Chen Luoluo's pupils, perhaps due to the overwhelming spiritual energy, the surrounding trees suddenly exploded, and countless fragments of leaves mixed with residual raindrops pelted the child's suddenly ashen face. At this moment...

He collapsed to the still-warm heartbeat, and the last thing he saw was a drop of blood falling from the resurrected person's trembling eyelashes, which landed right in his gradually fading pupils, before his consciousness finally entered the endless darkness.

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