ryethenovel Chapter 953 You did this on purpose, didn't you?
Chapter 953 You did this on purpose, didn't you?
When Lin Qiye transferred this wisp of Blood Demon Power into Luo Sheng's body, he could clearly feel the condition inside her body.
The meridians are withered.
The source of the sea has dried up.
The foundation is broken.
The source energy in her body had almost been exhausted, leaving only the most core wisp of origin, which was barely maintaining the last bit of life deep in her dantian.
That wisp of origin was also very weak.
As weak as a candle flame in the wind.
It could go out at any time.
The power of the Blood Demon flowed along the meridians, and wherever it passed, the withered meridians began to tremble slightly.
It's not a repair.
It's a sensory connection.
The power of the Blood Demon sensed every injury and every trace of residual essence within Luo Sheng's body.
Then, I gradually transferred my life force to her.
This is an extremely meticulous process.
We can't rush it.
It's almost over, she can't take it anymore.
Don't be too aggressive.
If it's too sudden, her meridians will rupture.
Lin Qiye suppressed his breathing to the slowest possible speed and also reduced the output of his Blood Demon Power to the lowest level.
A wisp.
Another wisp.
Like spring rain nourishing all things.
Silently.
Under the nourishment of the Blood Demon's power, Luo Sheng's withered meridians began to show a faint response.
The response was very mild.
So light you can barely feel it.
But Lin Qiye sensed it.
Her essence lies in movement.
That remaining trace of origin, like a dormant seed, sensed the aura of the Blood Demon's power and began to slowly awaken.
A stick of incense.
Two incense sticks.
Three sticks of incense.
Time passed by, second by second.
The consumption of Blood Demon Power was greater than Lin Qiye had anticipated.
It's not about the quantity consumed.
It's a loss of precision.
To precisely transfer the power of the Blood Demon into a nearly collapsed body without damaging her remaining foundation is as difficult as embroidering on the tip of a knife.
His consciousness was severely suppressed in this world, and the power of the Blood Demon was the only power he could precisely control.
Even so, the difficulty remains extremely high.
I don't know how much time passed.
Luo Sheng's eyelids twitched slightly.
Luo Sheng woke up.
It wasn't a sudden awakening, but rather a gradual surfacing of consciousness from the bottom of deep water.
The sense of touch was the first to be restored.
Someone was holding her hand.
That hand was warm; the palm was pressed against the back of her hand, like a stone that had been warmed by a hand warmer.
Then comes hearing.
The oil lamp flame burned in the corner, occasionally crackling softly. The dark red crystal on the wall emitted a faint light, casting a small, dim yellow shadow on the ceiling.
Then comes the sense of smell.
A faint smell of blood permeated the air, mixed with a chilling aura that she couldn't quite describe.
That aura...
Luo Sheng frowned slightly.
It is not the source of energy.
It wasn't the source energy fluctuation commonly seen on gladiators in the arena.
It was a force she had never encountered before, one that was intensely aggressive.
It is very gentle.
So gentle that it's almost imperceptible.
Beneath that gentle surface, Luo Sheng could clearly sense something primal, savage, and driven by an instinctive devouring power.
That thing was inside her body.
It flows slowly along her meridians.
Lin Qiye opened his eyes.
He looked at Luo Sheng.
Luo Sheng slowly opened her eyes.
Her pupils were still somewhat unfocused, but much clearer than before.
She saw Lin Qiye.
"you……"
Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, as if there was a wad of sandpaper stuck in her throat.
Lin Qiye remained silent.
Luo Sheng's gaze fell on the hand that was holding hers.
A faint wisp of dark red mist still lingered at the fingertips of that hand.
The mist was seeping into her meridians from his fingertips.
Luo Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
"What is this thing?!"
She tried to pull her hand away.
But her body was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm. The hand that Lin Qiye was holding trembled slightly before it could no longer move.
Lin Qiye did not let go.
He looked at her, his voice a little hoarse.
"The thing that will save you."
Luo Sheng's breathing became rapid.
"What did you put into my body?!"
"The power of the Blood Demon."
Upon hearing these three words, Luo Sheng's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Blood Demon Power.
She had heard of it.
In the history of the Asgardian universe, the Blood Demon is a forbidden being feared by all races. The Blood Demon's power comes from bloodlines, life, and reproduction; its most terrifying aspect is not destruction, but corruption.
Once the power of the Blood Demon enters a creature's body, it will entwine around it like a parasitic vine, gradually penetrating, assimilating, and covering it.
In the end, everything about that creature—its bloodline, soul, and will—will become nourishment for the Blood Demon.
The master of the Blood Demon will completely control everything about that creature.
Including her heart.
Luo Sheng's body trembled violently.
Then, she suddenly thought of something.
"child……"
"fine."
Lin Qiye took the small cloth bag containing the child from the bedside and placed it in her arms.
Luo Sheng looked down at the sleeping little face, and her eyes suddenly reddened.
Her fingers trembled violently as she gently touched the child's face.
"It's alright now."
Lin Qiye's voice was very soft.
"The Yuanqing Pill has already been given."
"The child is fine."
Luo Sheng did not speak.
She simply held her child, tears silently streaming down her face.
She was once a queen.
To govern hundreds of millions of people.
But now, she is just a mother who has just crawled back from the brink of death.
She held the child, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Lin Qiye did not disturb her.
He simply sat on the edge of the bed, waiting quietly.
It took Luo Sheng a long time to stop crying.
She looked up at Lin Qiye.
"Thanks."
Lin Qiye shook his head.
"You're welcome."
Luo Sheng fell silent.
She looked down at the sleeping child in her arms.
Her little face was wrinkled and her skin was a bit bluish, but her breathing had become steady. Her chest rose and fell evenly, and her little fists were clenched tightly, as if she was holding onto something and wouldn't let go.
Her tears fell on the child's little face, which she then gently wiped away.
Lin Qiye sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.
The room was very quiet.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered gently in the corner, casting the shadows of the two people onto the mottled stone wall.
After a long while, Luo Sheng finally spoke.
"The power of the Blood Demon."
Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse.
Lin Qiye did not deny it.
"Um."
Luo Sheng closed her eyes.
She could feel that wisp of blood demon power still lingering in her body. It was neither aggressive nor showed any signs of erosion; it simply lay dormant quietly deep within her almost depleted meridians, like a seed waiting to sprout.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you...?"
Luo Sheng's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Once the power of the Blood Demon enters the body, it will merge with the host's essence."
"At that time, my life and death, my will, everything I have will be in your control."
Lin Qiye looked at her, his words icy.
"That's something you have to bear; you should have expected it."
Luo Sheng suddenly opened her eyes, a complex light flashing in her pupils.