Chapter 141: The Power to Purify the Bloodline

Although he did not understand why Liu Mocheng had come to inform Ghost Spirit Yan, indirectly aiding Cheng Feng’s side, Cheng Feng could only temporarily set aside matters concerning Liu Mocheng. The priority now was to resolve the current predicament.

Refocusing his thoughts, Cheng Feng withdrew a golden token from his pocket and handed it to Ghost Spirit Yan. Her sharp eyes brightened slightly as she took it into her hands. Gazing at the gleaming token, a subtle joy appeared on her delicate face. She raised her eyes with a hint of curiosity and asked, “How do you come to possess the city lord’s token?”

“This was entrusted to me by the Black Night Fork,” Cheng Feng replied softly after placing it in her palm. “It was meant to be delivered to you. This token rightfully belongs to you.”

The shopkeeper had once told him that handing the city lord’s token to the Ghost Princess would allow them to reclaim power in Chiyue City, commanding respect from all monsters. Ghost Spirit Yan accepted the token with some gratitude, understanding that possession of this golden token could reverse the current situation and even thwart the ambitions of the Ghost Shura.

Suddenly, she noticed something and inquired, “You say you are human, but why do you appear like a vampire, carrying the aura of the blood clan?”

“That is precisely another reason I sought out Your Highness,” Cheng Feng said, clenching his fists twice in front of him, then explaining, “This body is undergoing monstrous transformation. The situation is perilous, and I hope Your Highness can help me overcome this predicament.”

The shopkeeper had mentioned that if he wished to resolve the problem of his bloodline power, he must come to Chiyue City and find Ghost Spirit Yan. The Ghost Princess naturally possessed pure cleansing power and was the only monster capable of helping him purify his bloodline.

Only by purifying this bloodline power could Cheng Feng avoid becoming a complete monster, restore his body fully to human form, and integrate this powerful blood clan energy into himself, thereby enhancing his strength.

From Cheng Feng’s words, combined with the blood clan aura on him, Ghost Spirit Yan immediately understood the cause. “Could it be that the blood clan’s power was injected into your body? Is that why you have become like this?”

Seeing that she already knew the origin of the bloodline power, Cheng Feng nodded slightly, saving himself from further explanation. “It seems Your Highness has guessed correctly. Tell me, do you have a way to help me purify this blood clan power?”

“If it’s just this problem, then indeed I can help,” Ghost Spirit Yan smiled faintly. “Follow me.”

Cheng Feng was now her ally; mutual assistance was natural and expected, so she had no objection. Moreover, as a human daring enough to accompany Xue Ju alone into the monster kingdom, she already admired him. Cheng Feng’s arrival in the perilous Chiyue City solely to deliver the city lord’s token to her left her uncertain how to express her gratitude.

With the token in hand, she could leave here and possibly overturn the upcoming royal selection conference, potentially reclaiming political power in Chiyue City in one decisive move. This was a considerable favor owed to Cheng Feng.

Purifying the bloodline power was a small task, and Ghost Spirit Yan did not hesitate to offer her help willingly.

Ghost Spirit Yan knelt on the right side of the bed and looked at Cheng Feng. “You do the same.”

“Oh, okay,” Cheng Feng responded, somewhat puzzled but obediently complying.

He removed his shoes, sat on the bed with legs crossed, facing Ghost Spirit Yan. Xue Ju stood nearby, curious, watching the two on the bed.

Closing her eyes, Ghost Spirit Yan emitted a faint glow. Her snow-white, elegant long hair floated gently, with tiny points of light dancing around her.

Her hands, emerging from her imperial robes, shone with a pale blue radiance.

Cheng Feng sat quietly, not disturbing her, silently admiring the flawless beauty of the Ghost Princess across from him.

Her pristine white eyelashes fluttered slightly as she whispered, “Reach out your hand.”

“Mm,” Cheng Feng replied without hesitation, following her instruction. Ghost Spirit Yan then reached out her fair hands and clasped his.

His distinctly knuckled fingers intertwined with her pure, jade-like ones.

In the human world, holding hands between opposite sexes might imply intimacy, but being a monster, Ghost Spirit Yan was free from such human social conventions. Even if she understood them, her broad-minded nature would not be constrained by such feminine modesty.

Since she had no reservations, Cheng Feng naturally did not either.

Ghost Spirit Yan began to channel her purifying power. The pale blue light swirling in her palms flowed through Cheng Feng’s hands into his arms.

Cheng Feng was slightly surprised, feeling a surge of magical energy coursing through his veins into his body. It was not painful as he had anticipated but rather soothing like a flowing spring.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and allowed the cleansing power to permeate every limb and bone.

Ghost Spirit Yan’s magic was primarily water-based, capable of purifying nearly all forms of power.

The blood clan’s power within Cheng Feng was susceptible to this purification.

At this moment, as Ghost Spirit Yan continuously infused purification energy, the bloodline power within Cheng Feng recoiled as if sensing a natural enemy’s approach, trembling violently.

The two forces clashed within him; Cheng Feng felt the bloodline power raving uncontrollably before being gradually consumed by the purifying force.

His partially white hair darkened slowly back to black, the sharp fangs in his mouth reverted to normal teeth, his pale skin regained color, and the pointed nails on his fingers returned to their natural state.

This blood clan power had originally been bestowed upon him by Elina. Once activated, it granted tremendous strength but came with the fatal flaw of uncontrollable frenzy.

Now, that problem was finally resolved.

The bloodline power had fully merged into Cheng Feng’s own strength, with no lingering side effects.

He could feel himself much stronger than before; perhaps this was what people meant by “rebirth.”

Seeing that Ghost Spirit Yan still had her eyes closed, transmitting the pale blue cleansing power through their joined hands, Cheng Feng knew the process was not yet complete.

He remained silent, allowing the purification to continue undisturbed.

Night had fallen.

Xue Ju had dozed off in a chair, softly snoring.

Ghost Spirit Yan did not rest but silently maintained her posture, aiding Cheng Feng by channeling the purifying power.

The ritual lasted the entire night.

It was only the next day that she finally opened her eyes and said softly, “It’s done.”

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“Brother Shen!”

“Hmm!”

Shen Changqing walked along the street, exchanging greetings or nods with acquaintances. Yet, no matter who it was, every face bore no superfluous expression, as if indifferent to everything.

He had long grown accustomed to this.

This was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution dedicated to maintaining stability in the Great Qin Empire. Its primary duty was to slay demons and monsters, though it also engaged in other side tasks.

One could say that everyone in the Demon Suppression Division had blood on their hands.

Having witnessed life and death so often, many grew indifferent to much of what surrounded them.

When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he found it somewhat hard to adapt, but over time, he became used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division was vast.

Those who remained within its ranks were either formidable masters or individuals with the potential to become such.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The division was divided into two roles: Guardians and Demon Exterminators.

Everyone entering the division started as a low-ranking Demon Exterminator and could gradually ascend, ultimately aspiring to become a Guardian.

Shen Changqing’s former self had been a trainee Demon Exterminator, the lowest rank among exterminators.

With memories of his past life, he was very familiar with the division’s environment.

After a short while, Shen Changqing stopped before a pavilion.

Unlike the rest of the demon suppression base, filled with a grim and murderous atmosphere, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, exuding a distinct tranquility amid the pervasive bloodstains.

The pavilion’s door was wide open, with occasional people entering or exiting.

Hesitating briefly, Shen Changqing stepped inside.

Upon entering, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

A faint scent of ink mixed with a subtle trace of blood greeted him, causing him to furrow his brow instinctively before relaxing again.

The bloodstained aura that clung to everyone in the division was nearly impossible to wash away.