Chapter 29: It seems heaven is helping me.

Sendo eu da raça demoníaca, acabei construindo família e carreira entre os humanos. Apertando os olhos. 2348 words 2026-08-04 03:56:19

Yun Yi was struck with great alarm. He had never expected that this seemingly gentle woman in green would be so well-versed in the art of poison, effortlessly unraveling the protective barrier he took such pride in.

Recalling the supernatural ability he had gained from the bloodline of the Mosquito Clan Chief—the "Deadly Venom Sting"—he had initially believed it would give him the upper hand. Now, he realized this ability likely did not originate from the Chief’s own bloodline, but from some other race entirely. After all, within the mosquito race, bloodline abilities were typically defined by speed and power; when had he ever heard of using poison as a weapon? Even among the rare mosquito species that utilized toxins, none possessed the traits of his own kind, which thrived on raw velocity and strength.

"Hmph, I underestimated you." Yun Yi let out a cold snort, though he remained composed despite the shock. He knew this was no time for contemplation; he had to act immediately.

While his protective barrier had not yet fully collapsed, he swiftly channeled the "Indestructible Blood Scripture" within him. Waves of pure blood essence surged through his body, boiling with seemingly inexhaustible power. Moments later, thin, mist-like wisps of blood aura began to emanate from his mosquito form, swirling around him like a faint, crimson halo. Then, under his precise control, a single, crystal-clear drop of vital blood—overflowing with immense life force and power—floated before him in mid-air, glowing with a soft, eerie luminescence like a brilliant ruby.

The woman in green was fully focused, her long sword dancing in a seamless flurry. Every strike carried sharp, piercing sword energy, attempting to shatter Yun Yi’s weakening shield. Yet, just as she neared success, she suddenly perceived his counterattack. As her gaze fell upon that solitary drop of blood suspended in the air, a jolt of indescribable dread surged through her. She understood instantly that this was no ordinary object; it contained the core essence of Yun Yi’s vitality and likely possessed unfathomable power.

Her original plan had been to strike him down with her superior swordsmanship the moment his shield dissolved. However, witnessing his ability to manifest such a bizarre and potent essence of blood threw her strategy into disarray. She had never encountered such a peculiar mosquito, let alone one capable of shifting into a form the size of a rabbit. In her eyes, this was an unheard-of anomaly.

The unknown always breeds fear, and the woman in green was no exception. Knowing that a direct collision with Yun Yi could lead to mutual destruction, she made a swift decision to retreat and widen the distance between them. With a graceful leap, she carved an elegant arc through the air, pulling back several feet. She locked her gaze on Yun Yi, her eyes flickering with complexity as she calculated her next move. She realized this mosquito was no trivial opponent; he was not only powerful but possessed unfathomable methods. She intended to observe his capabilities more clearly before finding the perfect opening to ensure a flawless victory.

On the other side, seeing the woman retreat, a surge of relief washed over Yun Yi. "It seems the heavens are aiding me," he thought. Her withdrawal surprised him, but he surmised she must be wary of something he possessed, fearing a direct confrontation.

Though proud, Yun Yi did not let his guard down. Seizing the moment while she was distracted, he focused his mind, instantly splitting the droplet of vital blood into three razor-sharp blood swords. Guided by his spiritual sense, the three blades shot toward the woman like crimson lightning, radiating a chilling intent to kill.

"Go!" Yun Yi commanded softly. The three blades traced beautiful arcs through the air, hurtling straight toward her.

Seeing this, the woman in green initially felt a sense of relief, glad she had chosen to retreat. However, as the blood swords closed in, her expression turned grave. She cast out her long sword, its tip tracing a brilliant trajectory in the air, and with a change in her hand seals, she unleashed her signature technique: the "Sword Shadow Splitting Art."

The long sword danced like a nimble serpent, manifesting a dense forest of sword images. Every flicker of light shimmered with a bone-chilling cold, illuminating the space in a sea of silver. It formed an impenetrable ocean of blades that shielded her entirely, appearing absolutely flawless.

Her eyes were resolute; she intended to use this exquisite technique to counter Yun Yi’s mysterious blood swords. "Go!" she whispered, flicking her fingers as if commanding an army. The surrounding sword shadows surged forward like a tidal wave to meet the incoming crimson blades.

The shadows and the blood swords collided in the air, erupting in a series of crisp metallic clangs and scattering brilliant sparks. Initially, the woman had been concerned about the power contained within Yun Yi’s vital blood, but as she observed her sword images—which outnumbered his blades more than tenfold—her anxiety vanished. She felt that under such overwhelming numerical superiority, even his potent blood swords would surely be crushed. A sneer of disdain curled her lips as she watched the clash. "Trying to fight me with only three swords? You are courting death."

Yet, before that sneer could fade, her expression shifted violently.

After colliding with the three blood swords, her images—which had initially held their ground—began to vanish rapidly after only a few exchanges, as if consumed by an invisible force.

"What? How is this possible?"

The woman in green stared in disbelief. Her "Sword Shadow Splitting Art" was a masterwork honed through countless battles, each shadow infused with her pure spiritual power and razor-sharp edge. Yet, they were proving utterly fragile against the seemingly insignificant blood swords. A deep sense of crisis welled up within her; those three blades possessed a mysterious power, devouring her sword shadows to grow stronger with every strike.