Unrivalled Blood Summoner

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The silvery-haired man wore expensive clothes, his eyes were as red as blood, his body was almost as white as snow, his physique was that of a young man, but his age was greater than the oldest person in Sun Ping City.

As he flew downward, he made a beeline for Mo Fang, who was half dead.

'The Undying Bloodlust, when was the last time I saw this magnificent bloodline technique?' When he felt the Bloodlust and the energy from Mo Fang, his heartbeat increased and a smile crept across his face.

He then placed his hands on Mo Fang's head and released a light that blinded those who were not cautious.

The light shone and entered Mo Fang's body, cooling him down as it quenched his rage.

This light erased Mo Fang's pain, regret, and all other negative emotions.

This light helped Mo Fang calm down, but he was already exhausted, so he fell into a deep slumber and lied defenseless on the ground.

The blood energy he emitted previously has vanished.

"I knew I couldn't be lying to the vampire monarch Bloodline." He said this as he took Mo Shen's unconscious body in his hands, as if he were carrying a child.

He then turned his gaze to Elder Ren, who had recently slumped onto the ground, Lifeless!

A young lady with a beautiful face and alluring body dressed in pretty white attire licked the blood that lingered on her lips behind Elder Ren's body.

Her attention was drawn to Mo Fang.

"Lord Damon, the boy does have the vampire Monarch Bloodline, which is great news." She referred to the silver-haired man as Lord Damon.

"Ms Lilith, your father will definitely be thrilled to find out some with the legendary vampire Monarch Bloodline has been found, I must say, our generation is blessed to have witnessed the arrival of this Bloodline," Damon responded with a smile.

Lilith was the cold type of beauty who doesn't show her emotions; even though she only nodded in response to Damon, the light in her eyes showed that she was overjoyed.

Damon examined Mo Fang's injuries; most of the small bruises had already begun to heal, but the ones from Elder Ren's sword had not.

"This young one's body also possesses the Bloodline's great healing features, but most of them will take days to heal; let's return to the palace before he awakens." The palace he mentioned is not on Sun ping or any country/city surrounding Sun ping Forest; it is in a distant land.

Lilith smiled and nodded.

Both of them took off into the sky at breakneck speed.

Regardless of their speed, they will arrive at their destination in at least three days.

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"Where am I?" was the first thought that came to mind when his eyes opened in this unfamiliar place.

He realized he was lying on the ground and quickly stood up, but he also realized that even when he stood, he lacked legs and physical bodies.

Only a bodily shaped white light could be seen, which coincidentally took the place of his real body, and he discovered that he was flying.

"Am I dead?" was another line of thought before he noticed something unexpected.

A little boy with red hair was crawling in front of a burning house far away from him where the wails of other persons could be heard seemingly they were stuck inside the burning house.

The little boy was desperately trying to move inside the fire, as if there was something important inside but each time he got closer to area of effect of the heat he always instinctively runs back.

Nonetheless, whenever the young boy took a step closer, a force pushed him back.

The scene then shifts to when the little boy has grown up, probably around the age of eight, and he is dressed in tattered clothes without shoes, his body is lean, and his bones are visible.

The boy was now begging on the street and assisting older women with errands, and he was rewarded with food, or rather, paid with food.

It then flashes back to when the little boy was fifteen, and he was still working hard to eat, but he was saddened not because he couldn't eat, but because he couldn't go to school like his peers.

The young man, now 17, is a bus driver.

On his 18th birthday, he dressed up for work and went to his workplace by bus.

"It's me in the past," Mo Fang realized, realizing that this young man suffering in the modern world was actually him.

Knowing that it was the day he would die in this timeline, he attempted to communicate with the young man but was unable to do so.

'Ahh,' he sighed sadly, closing his soul's eyes as the scene changed to the young man dying in an accident.

When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that the scene had shifted to a new timeline, the one he was in at the time.

It was also about a red-haired little boy who didn't suffer until he was 15 years old, when he couldn't cultivate any longer.

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"Um, you are awake."

This was the first thing Mo Fang heard after his physical body awoke from his mental body's journey to his pasts.

Now that his past is gone, he can fully concentrate on the path of cultivation.

He was currently in a royally designed room outfitted with the best of the best furniture, and the bed he was lying on had a luxurious red cover.

The room was illuminated by a glowing mechanism.

He was able to identify the owner of the voice using this light.

It was a beautiful young lady dressed in maid attire, with long blonde hair and blue eyes that looked at Mo Fang with varying emotions (Not negative ones.)

"What is your name?" If he goes through his memories, he won't find an image of this girl because he hasn't seen anyone like her, nor has he seen a place as beautiful as this.

"My name is Lilian, and the king has assigned me to treat your wound." She replied with a slight bow of her head.

Her gesture surprised Mo Fang because no one has ever bowed to him before, but he let go of that thought and worried about what was happening, what happened after he was attacked yesterday? what happened when he couldn't feel himself anymore? why is here at a palace?