The sky was without Moon tonight. The wind carried a chill with it as it blew through the air.
The dark clouds gathered, making the already dark night even darker.
Amidst the eerie night, a black-clad figure moved silently like a phantom, as if he already had a destination in mind. After turning through a few street intersections, he arrived near a building.
He paused at the base of the building, his eyes scanning upward.
The guards surrounding the building seemed not to sense his presence at all!
Seeing the only window on the second floor from where dim light was coming out, he leaped onto the building wall and crossed it silently.
In no time, he reached the window.
The window was opened, and inside the room, there were two figures laying on the bed, sleeping soundly.
Through the white sheet covering them, he could easily see how they were entangled in each other, their naked bodies pressed against each other.
His eyes focused as he identified them.
The one on the left, who seemed to be female, had her face buried in the chest of the other figure, who appeared to be a young man.
From their clothes discarded on the floor, it was apparent that they had just finished their sexual intercourse.
The man’s arm was around the woman’s shoulders, holding her tightly.
The figure in the black robe stared at them for a few moments before silently stepping into the room.
‘I didn’t expect this little prince to have fucked his aunt,’
He thought in amusement, then seeing the beautiful face of woman, his lips curled up in a wicked smile.
He had seen her before, and she was famous for her beauty.
Now seeing her cuddling with her nephew, he couldn’t help but feel aroused.
‘She looks like a true slut,’
He thought, licking his lips under the mask in anticipation,
‘After killing this little prince, I can have my ways with her.’
He reached out and slowly pulled out a small knife from his robe.
Swoosh!!
With a swift motion, he plunged the knife into the head of the young man.
But just at this moment, the young man who he had thought was sleeping opened his eyes, revealing a pair of crimson pupils that seemed to be glowing with an eerie light.
Bang!!
Before he could react, he was sent flying and crushed against the wall beside the window.
Lucian leaped out of the bed, his eyes wide with shock and anger.
He saw the figure in black, who was now struggling to get up.
He walked over to him, and kicked him hard in the face.
“Ungh…”
The figure groaned in pain, but he didn’t fall down.
Instead, he jumped up and lunged at Lucian again, his knife flashing in the dim light.
But Lucian was faster.
With a twist of his wrist, he grabbed the arm of the attacker and twisted it, forcing him to drop the knife.
And before the man in black robe could scream, Lucian filled his mouth with a c*m-filled panties he had used her to clean Eloise’s face earlier.
“Don’t make a sound,”
Lucian whispered,
“Or I’ll cut your balls off.”
The figure nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.
He couldn’t understand how could this mortal before his eyes move so faster than him!?
…
<Lucian POV>
Earlier, as Lucian lay in bed with Eloise, his mind focused to his cultivation progress.
He opened his Status Panel, the translucent interface materializing before his eyes. The characters flickered with an light as he examined his current condition:
—
[Status] freeweɓnovel.cѳm
[System]: Fate Devouring System
[Name]: Lucian Bloodveil
[Realm]: Body Strengthening Realm, 8th Layer (Blood Purification)
[Innate Fate Movement]: Gluttonous (Purple), Dragon-Demon Physique (Blue), Child of Fire (Blue), Cultivation Genius (Green), Longarms Blademaster (Green)]
[Fate Points]: 15 Strands
[Harem Member(s)]: 2
[Main Quest]: 1
[Sub-Quest]: 2
—
He frowned slightly. Despite his recent breakthroughs, he still felt stuck at the peak of Blood Purification.
What was he missing to advance further?
Suddenly, a chill ran down Lucian’s spine. His newly enhanced senses tingled with an ominous premonition.
Calming his mind, as he felt how this unknown feeling seemed to be not too suffocating, so he closed his Status Panel and pretended to be asleep.
Lucian wasn’t sure what this feeling was, so he thought it must be a cultivator’s instinct.
But it was not too overwhelming. If it was, he would have left immediately without a second thought.
Soon Lucian felt a “Whoosh” sound as if a dark figure slipped through the open window.
His enhanced senses picked up the faint rustling of cloth and the nearly imperceptible footsteps approaching the bed.
Lucian remained perfectly still, his breathing slow and even as he feigned sleep. He could feel Eloise’s warm body pressed against his, her soft breaths tickling his chest.
The intruder seemed to pause at the foot of the bed, and Lucian could “sense” hungry eyes roaming over their entangled bodies.
…
As Lucian subdued the intruder, the noise finally woke Eloise. Her eyes fluttered open, widening in shock as she saw the scene before her.
“L-Lucian! What’s happening?”
She gasped, clutching the sheets to her chest.
Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, his mind remained fully focused on the man,
“It’s alright, auntie. Just an uninvited guest. Stay calm.”
He could see the fear in her eyes. But he needed her to keep a level head.
“Aunt, listen carefully,”
Lucian said in a low voice,
“I need you to get dressed quickly. There are guards rushing here now – I can hear their footsteps. Go out and tell them to stop, that everything is fine. Tell them that you accidentally broke a flower vase.”
Eloise nodded. In a rush, she didn’t even ask how he could hear footsteps from such long distance.
As she rushed out of bed, she grabbed her red gown and pulled it on. Her hands shook slightly as she tried to smooth down her messy hair, the rush making her forget to put on bra or panties making them to jiggle as she moved toward the door.
“Are you s-sure?”
she whispered, glancing nervously at the subdued man.
Lucian nodded reassuringly,
“I’ve got him. Now hurry, before the guards burst in here.”
Eloise cast one last worried glance at the black-cloaked intruder, her eyes wide with fear.
With a deep breath to steady herself, Eloise opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. The click echoed in the silence as she closed it behind her.
Seeing his aunt finally out of the picture, Lucian turned his full attention to the man trembling on the floor before him.
A gust of wind blew in through the open window, sending a chill through the room. The breeze moved Lucian’s snow-white hair, revealing his crimson eyes, which in the eyes of the trembling man seemed more devilish than human.
As Lucian moved closer to the man whose one hand he had already crippled, the intruder’s eyes suddenly flashed with ruthless desperation.
Shoosh!!
With his other hand, the man thrust a sharp needle towards Lucian’s exposed neck. It was as thin as a hair and only an inch long, glinting faintly in the dim light.
In that split second, Lucian’s enhanced senses screamed danger. He could almost feel the deadly intent radiating from the tiny weapon.
His body reacted instinctively, twisting to the side as the needle whistled through the air where his neck had been a heartbeat before.
The assassin’s eyes widened in disbelief. No ordinary person should have been able to dodge that attack from such a close distance at such a high speed. But Lucian was far from ordinary.
Although it took a long time to describe, it happened within a few seconds.
Earlier the black-cloaked man had been behaving pitifully only for this one chance. He didn’t remove the cloth from his mouth, nor did he try to escape even though the window was by his side.
But it seemed that it too had failed.
“Tch,”
Lucian clicked his tongue, his crimson eyes narrowing,
“Trying to take me down with you? How predictable.”
With a swift motion, Lucian grabbed the man’s wrist, applying pressure.
Crack!!
“MPPPHHHHHHH~~~!!!”
The man’s scream of agony was stifled by the cum-soaked panties stuffed in his mouth, transforming into a muffled, guttural sound that barely escaped his lips.
His eyes bulged, tears of pain streaming down his face as the bones in his wrist shattered under Lucian’s attack.
Lucian’s smile widened, a ruthless glint in his crimson eyes as he examined the needle he’d picked from the floor.
It was so thin that under dim light, it was almost invisible, yet sturdy enough to pierce flesh and bone with ease.
“Good stuff,”
Lucian murmured appreciatively.
Then he looked at the man who now had both hands crippled, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
“Whoever has sent you really is a stupid c*nt,”
Lucian said, his voice full of disdain,
“Even after knowing that I, as a mortal back then, could kill mid-stage Body Strengthening Realm cultivators easily, after all these time how could they think someone like you could kill me?”
The assassin’s eyes widened in terror, his body trembling uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on his forehead, mixing with the tears of pain still streaming down his face, as the realization dawned on him.
Lucian twirled the needle between his fingers, the thin metal catching the dim light,
“Now, let’s have a little chat, shall we?”
