Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"Rose is your wife!!!"

Seeing that Xia Liu seemed to have a reaction, Mo Wanqing continued to roar.

Boom!

Another earth-shattering sound erupted in his mind.

Xia Liu became completely stunned.

His vacant mind gradually filled with many fragments.

Slowly, these fragments began to piece together rapidly.

After a while, Xia Liu's eyes flew wide open!

A stream of clarity flowed through his meridians.

"Ah!!!" He let out a long howl to the sky as a vast surge of Spiritual Energy burst forth.

The castle behind him was directly shattered by the roar, and its walls collapsed one after another.

Deep and bright eyes returned to Xia Liu once more.

With a jolt of Righteous Energy, Xia Liu finally recognized the truth clearly.

With his newly awakened consciousness, he witnessed the sudden change, and looking at the delicate figure prostrated on the ground before him, his cheeks began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Xia Liu! Rose is your wife!"

Mo Wanqing used the last of her strength to shout out these words before fainting.

She had been relying on sheer willpower to keep herself conscious until now.

It had already been very hard for her.

"Rose is your wife!"

"Rose is your wife!"

The phrase echoed continuously in Xia Liu's mind.

Gradually, his pupils turned blood-red once again.

This time, it was not because he succumbed to evil; it was out of regret for harming the beautiful woman by mistake.

In a flash, Xia Liu appeared at Rose's side, tens of meters away, with unprecedented speed.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly crouched down to the ground.

He grasped her delicate and soft jade-like hand.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Rose..."

His mouth agape, the words 'Rose' that he couldn't utter clearly, had already been called out hundreds and thousands of times in his heart, wondering if Rose could hear his silent murmurings.

He questioned, why must such suffering befall this beautiful girl.

It was my fault.

He questioned, if given another chance, would he treat her the same way as before.

No, I was wrong.

Unwilling to make the same mistake again, Xia Liu's palm surged with anger, and the most pure Wood Spirit Energy in his body immediately stirred.

With Wood Vitality, revival must come; as long as Rose still had a breath left, even if it exhausted all his Cultivation, he was willing.

As Xia Liu began to transfer Spiritual Energy to Rose, all the strong members of the Blood Clan outside were frozen in place.

They did not dare to make any movements.

It was already apparent.

That Xia Liu's recent massacre had never been his true intention.

Otherwise, how could he have accidentally harmed the people closest to him?

Seizing the opportunity of Xia Liu regaining his consciousness, Rose went over to Mo Wanqing and helped her up.

As time slowly passed, three hours later, Rose's complexion gradually improved.

If it were not for her having the cultivation of Qi Cultivation at the Low-Rank,

that burst of Evil Qi would have been strong enough to shatter her on the spot.

Feeling Rose's breathing starting to normalize, Xia Liu carried her towards the castle.

The castle's main hall was destroyed, but there were many small courtyard houses at the rear.

Now, they could serve as a place for him to rest and for Rose to heal her injuries.

Kathleen, seeing this, also took Mo Wanqing with her.

As for Lante, he did not dare to move.

Only after seeing Xia Liu take people into the rear of the castle did he command his people to go to the castle grounds.

It was a time when Xia Liu was most heartbroken, and if the Ross Lineage dared to leave...

Xia Liu would certainly deliver the most ruthless blow.

Therefore, Lante did not let anyone leave.

They stood in rows, quietly waiting on the outskirts of the castle.

One day, two days...

Gradually, three days passed, and another full moon hung in the sky.

In front of the castle, many vampires were already starving.

They hadn't eaten for three days.

But no one dared to make a move, even if they fainted from hunger.

Even if hunger made them lose consciousness.

Even if their bodies had already gone weak, already depleted of strength.

They did not dare to stir, taking in everything happening around them.

The Duke powerhouses of the Ross Lineage had all died.

To rise again, they could only rely on Lante and Kathleen.

However, what most compelled them to obey were many examples.

If anyone dared to run away, Lante would strike and severely injure them.

This was akin to a sealing, with Lante's intervention, a Marquis-level powerhouse would instantly be injured to the point of becoming an Earl.

After several such incidents, the vampires dared not move rashly anymore.

They all understood that Lante acted with a merciful heart.

If he had been more ruthless, those clan members with thoughts of fleeing could have been killed on the spot.

When the fourth day came, even Lante was almost at his limit.

This feeling of not having any blood to feed on was as if his entire soul was enduring torment.

That pain was like that of many drug addicts, so unbearable that he wanted to grab a stone and smash his own head.

If even the strong Dukes were like this, not to mention the lower-rank vampires.

They had long since fainted from hunger, with at least thirty of them collapsing.

These few days had definitely been the most miserable days they had ever experienced.

"Lante, brother, can you understand what I felt back then?" Just as Lante was biting his thin lips with great effort, suddenly a light and pleasant voice floated to his ears.

Not only Lante heard it, but all the conscious vampires also heard this voice.

At this moment, they knelt on the ground one after another: "Princess Lin! Save us!"

Many had even shed tears, having been starved for four whole days!

Four days!

At this moment, they all spoke using the last of their strength.

"Lin, brother admits he was wrong, please save our people, I am willing to take the punishment in their place," Lante gritted his teeth, and despite the true pain, he felt it was his responsibility to take on everything.

Having witnessed the downfall of the Duke powerhouses within his clan, he, as a Prince, had failed.

Perhaps the Ross Royal Bloodline needed to undergo a blood change to revive to the most perfect peak era.

Now was an opportunity.

Kathleen, who had good relations with Xia Liu, was the hope for the Ross Royal Bloodline.

As long as Xia Liu sided with them, other royal veins of the Blood Clan would not dare to make a move.

If they dared, then Xia Liu would certainly assist Kathleen.

It could be said that with Kathleen present, the Ross Royal Bloodline would rise again.

For his people, and to be able to face the deceased ancestors, Lante was willing to take responsibility.

"If there was a tender-skinned beauty here now, would you drink her essence blood?" Kathleen asked solemnly.

"No, I swear on the name of the ancestors."

"We swear on the name of the ancestors! We will not drink the essence blood of the living!"

Lante and the many conscious vampires had already reflected on much.

Arriving at this step might indeed be due to the ideals passed down from the ancestors.

If they could act like Kathleen, consuming only the blood bought from hospitals or animal blood, perhaps the Ross Royal Bloodline would not have ended up like this.

"I believe in you, Miley!" Kathleen nodded seriously.

Aside from taking care of Xia Liu, she had been observing Lante and his kinsmen these past few days.

She truly saw the genuine intentions of the clanspeople.

After she called for Miley, several beams of light shone from the distance...