Chapter 390: Chapter 390 The Throne Forged in Blood (First Update)
Fan Mengxue took a deep breath and stared at the man with a sleazy smile plastered on his face.
“President, what exactly are you trying to say?”
“Miss Fan, you’ve been in the industry for so many years, I believe you should understand how things work. Just accompany me once and I guarantee that the grand prize will be yours, plus I can use all of my resources to help you!”
The man’s face was full of determination, as if he was sure of his success.
In his view, Fan Mengxue had no reason to refuse.
Upon hearing his words, however, Fan Mengxue’s gaze grew colder, and she slowly stood up, saying coldly, “I’m sorry, President, I think you’ve got the wrong person! Goodbye!”
Fan Mengxue didn’t want to entangle herself with this sort of person any longer.
It was just a movie award, after all. It wasn’t worth it.
Fan Mengxue’s outright rejection stunned the man, who then sinisterly said, “Miss Fan, I hope you think this through. If I say the word, your films will never be shown in Europe again! Understand?”
Fan Mengxue whirled around, glaring deathly at the smug-faced man, a dark light burgeoning in her eyes.
She had initially tried to resolve the matter peacefully, but unfortunately, some people were just begging for death.
“Aging!” Fan Mengxue barked coldly.
A grey light then shot towards the man.
At first, the man was dismissive, “Miss Fan, I’ve never believed in any of this so-called…..”
But before the man could finish his sentence, he felt an intense pain all over his body, and upon lifting his arm, he discovered the skin had become dry and wrinkled, resembling that of a dying old man.
He let out a terrified roar, “What have you done to me? No….”
The man felt something dropping off his face, and upon touching it, found it was large flakes of dead skin.
At this moment, he couldn’t even muster a roar, only managing to look at Fan Mengxue with cloudy, terror-stricken eyes, as he continued to age at a visible rate.
Quickly!
He became a skeletal figure wrapped in skin and then died in agony.
Fan Mengxue stood there, dazed.
Anastasia slowly walked in, a look of approval on her face, “Nicely done! But I think, next time, you don’t need to waste words on these kinds of people. Just take action!”
But before Anastasia could finish, Fan Mengxue couldn’t hold it in any longer.
She felt a sudden cramp in her stomach and doubled over, violently retching.
This was her first time killing someone by her own hand.
And she had used dark witchcraft to do it.
The impact on her was immense.
Anastasia looked down sympathetically at Fan Mengxue, who was crouched on the floor, and said lightly, “The first time killing is always like this. You’ll get used to it! Trust me, you’ll eventually come to like this feeling.”
Fan Mengxue looked up at her, tears brimming in her eyes.
“I will never enjoy the feeling of killing someone!”
Anastasia chuckled softly and said, “Hundreds of years ago, when I killed for the first time, it was a young priest. After being attacked with my dark magic, he died in agony right in front of me. I still remember his look of terror and hatred. My reaction then was even worse than yours, but I still persisted and came through it!”
As she spoke, Anastasia’s expression gradually turned more solemn.
“Remember, you walk a dark path, and you are different from the others. You are destined to ascend to the throne of the Dark Witch. But that throne is forged with blood and death! You have no other choice!”
Fan Mengxue lowered her head, and her eyes slowly lost something while gaining something else.
“The president was quite influential. Now that he’s dead, how shall we deal with the aftermath?” Fan Mengxue asked.
Anastasia nodded in approval, “Very good. A competent dark witch should indeed remain calm!”
Then she looked disdainfully at the skeleton on the couch.
“In Europe, apart from those damned Light locusts and the Blood Clan bats, no one is a match for the Dark Council! A mere Association Chairman is already taken care of; I’ve notified the people in charge of the cleanup. From now on, it’s as if he never existed; no one will pursue this matter,”
Anastasia was right. After centuries of influence, the Dark Council had become a behemoth in the underworld of Europe.
Dealing with a minor Chairman was naturally an easy task.
Country S.
Inside a hotel.
Quintina swallowed the Marquis Blood Bead bestowed upon her by Xue An.
Her previously stagnant cultivation level started to climb rapidly once again.
Finally.
With a thunderous boom,
the wings behind Quintina fully extended; the previous pair-and-a-half of wings had now turned into three pairs.
Then, she slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with a crimson hue that gradually faded back to normal after a while.
Meanwhile, Benedict was already prostrating excitedly on the ground, “Noble Lady Quintina, congratulations on finally reaching the rank of Marquis!”
Indeed, a Marquis of the Blood Clan!
Quintina had finally stepped into this level.
Quintina nodded slightly, standing up and heading to Xue An’s room.
“My Lord!” Quintina said respectfully.
Xue An and An Yan were sitting on the floor, engrossed in a game. Quintina entered, and Xue An turned his head, offering a small smile.
“You’ve broken through to Marquis?”
“Yes! It’s all thanks to your cultivation and aid, my Lord!” Quintina spoke with utmost reverence.
Xue An said nothing but continued to furiously work the game controller, deeply engaged in his match against An Yan.
Only after finally conceding a close game to An Yan did Xue An stand up and ask indifferently, “How many days are left until Blood Mountain opens?”
“Tomorrow night is the full moon!”
“Very good,” Xue An nodded in satisfaction.
“My Lord, there’s something else I must tell you!”
“Hmm?”
“In the Blood Clan, after becoming a Marquis, one gains the right to attend the Blood Clan council meetings at Blood Mountain. This way, we can enter openly and with good reason!”
Xue An frowned slightly, “Is that really necessary? Wouldn’t it be better to just barge in?”
“Err…” Quintina was startled by Xue An’s words.
Then Xue An gave a small smile, “Just kidding. Alright, at that time we’ll disguise ourselves as your Blood thralls and enter Blood Mountain together to see what this Holy Land of the Blood Clan is truly like!”
Although Xue An said that, Quintina couldn’t help but think of an absurd idea that crossed her mind as she saw the excitement on Xue An’s face.
My Lord… couldn’t actually be thinking of storming Blood Mountain directly, could he?
The next day.
As soon as the night’s moonlight began to fall to the earth,
above the capital of Country S, there was a faint stirring in the clouds, with a center of deep crimson.
Pointing at the eerie crimson spot, Quintina said, “My Lord, that is the entrance to Blood Mountain!”
Xue An nodded, “Good, let’s set off now!”
Quintina nodded and turned into a streak of blood, rushing forward, with Xue An holding An Yan closely, they both headed straight for the clouds.
