Chapter 96: Wool

Chapter 96: Wool

Boros froze for a moment, his body unprepared to adapt to Wen Ying's new style. He had gotten used to his previous fighting method and was caught off guard by this sudden change, resulting in his neck being scratched and bleeding.

He caught a glimpse of red flickering between Wen Ying's fingers, an eerie aura surrounding him.

Just now, the magic power of "Undying Magic" within him had activated on its own. Reacting quickly, Wen Ying retracted the red, sharp claws formed by his magic power, kicked Boros' chest, and jumped back, landing four or five meters away from him.

Boros wiped his neck with his hand, only to find it covered in blood. He looked at his bloody hand, then lifted his gaze to Wen Ying, frowning in confusion as he asked, "What new trick are you up to?"

As he spoke, he strode towards Wen Ying and grabbed his hand. Wen Ying's hand had already returned to normal, and he wore an innocent and casual expression. "You rely too much on muscle memory. You can't handle it when I add some variety."

Boros was displeased and subconsciously tightened his grip on Wen Ying's wrist. Wen Ying abruptly pulled his hand back and gingerly rubbed it. "Hey, do you want to break my wrist?"

"Your hand had red... something on it just now?" Boros didn't know what it was.

Wen Ying gently rubbed his sore wrist and said nonchalantly, "You must be seeing things."

"Hungry."

That Blood Tree was quite discerning; Perseus's blood indeed contained immense magical power. It would be restless if not provoked for three days, Wen Ying mused, contemplating digging out some soil around the Blood Tree seed when he returned.

Perseus fell into deep thought for a moment before dismissing it and swiftly sending a punch with a gust of wind.

Today's lesson prohibited magic usage, nor could any magical potions be used for cheating. As expected, Wen Ying was sent to the infirmary by Perseus. The latter left in high spirits.

The demonic doctor entered to tend to Wen Ying's wounds. Wen Ying reached out and grabbed the doctor's hand, who looked at him questioningly. Wen Ying stared intently at him and said, "Can we discuss something?"

After a while, the demonic doctor left the small room with an expression of fear.

Thirty minutes later, Wen Ying left the small room with a refreshed spirit.

Flapping his demonic bat wings, he licked his lips. This experience was even harder to quit than watching milk tea videos. He was already somewhat addicted after the second time.

It wasn't too late for Wen Ying to leave school. After classes, demons still lingered and played in various facilities around the academy, such as the arena, training grounds, library, and cafeteria.

Fortunately, there weren't many demons on the way. Every demon Wen Ying encountered along his departure from the academy seemed like a walking elixir.

Initially, due to Aruda's influence, he viewed wandering demons as various ingredients. Now, this feeling had become even more profound.

Caught in Wen Ying's gaze, the demon abruptly shuddered, feeling uneasy and instinctively distancing himself from Wen Ying.

This irresistible urge, akin to drawing another blind box, lingered for a while, causing Wen Ying's mood to become anxious, conflicted, and worried.

On the way back to the castle, Wen Ying was tormented the entire journey. He feared that this dark magic would turn him into a bloodthirsty, murderous, and cruel creature, yet he couldn't bear to abandon the benefits it offered.

Upon entering the castle, he hurriedly walked over to Aruda, ready to speak, but before he could, Aruda turned her head and smiled, saying, "There's no need to be afraid of others finding out. I brought this magic from an ancient ruin a long time ago. No one will know what you're using the blood for, just like no one knows what I use it for."

Wen Ying was dumbfounded, opening his mouth but unsure how to articulate his numerous questions. After a moment, he asked, "Grandma, did... you also practice this magic?"

Seated in a rocking chair, the kindly old Aruda smiled warmly. "Do you see any wanted posters on me now?"

Wen Ying: "..." Aruda probably didn't practice it. Otherwise, with her way of doing things, there would be warrants all over the demon realm.

"That's why I said that this magic is only suitable for you in the entire demon realm," Aruda said, beckoning to Wen Ying with her hand. Wen Ying approached her.

She stroked Wen Ying's head. "Demons are demons, pursuing primal killing and desires. Although it seems like a civilized society now, under the stimulation of this magic, if you can't control it, your true nature will resurface."

"You're a half-demon, half-human, a kind and good child," Aruda's gentle tone suddenly turned bloody. "The Blood Tree requires the blood of a powerful demon in its early stages. Who at school does the Blood Tree lean towards? Invite him to our house tomorrow night."

"Ahh..." Wen Ying averted his gaze, scratching his cheek. "Perseus."

Aluda pondered, "Perseus, huh?"

Wen Ying blinked. "Isn't that a bit much?" He had just finished tormenting Perseus' young body over the weekend. It wouldn't be right to add another psychological shadow on top of that.

Aluda remained composed. "He has experience with it before."

Perseus sneezed in the arena.

Wen Ying pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Grandmama, is one enough?" Shearing only Bellows, the demon, might leave that sheep bald. But if they sheared a few more, none of the flock would lose their wool.

Aruda wore an expression of gentle encouragement, his brows raised and eyes smiling. "Indeed, it's not enough. You should invite a few more friends tomorrow."

Fighting and brawling were common occurrences in the demonic realm, Wen Ying thought to himself.

Having spent several months in the Demon Realm, {Wen Ying} has not only been immersed in its ways but has also been dwelling alongside Aruda. His worldview has long since veered off in uncharted directions, with his moral compass steadily plummeting. Nevertheless, there remains one fundamental line that steadfastly holds its ground.

"By the way, if possible, invite Feng Luo and Lai Yehua over tomorrow as well."

Wen Ying nodded obediently, not asking why Aruda had summoned the two demonic teachers.

"You don't need to worry too much about the source of blood," Aruda said. "That silly kid Lai Yehua didn't even know he was being followed. He found a clan of magic mirror demons, and they have a child who went missing a hundred years ago – one that matches your description."

With his abrupt transition in topics, Wen Ying waited patiently for Aruda to finish speaking.

"I reckon the Extremists have already obtained this information and will use it to cause you trouble. You don't need to hold back against them; they can do whatever they want," Wen Ying muttered. "Granny, there's also a chance that I'll be the one getting troubled instead, right?"

"Don't worry about it. After we get the blood tomorrow, focus on cultivating your Undying Magic. Let the seed of the Blood Tree take root and grow in your color. In the capital, the chances of you being troubled by them are virtually zero."

There were many high-ranking demons stationed within the capital, so the Extremist leaders wouldn't be foolish enough to seek their own doom.

Aruda always gave Wen Ying a strong sense of security, albeit with a hint of deception. Nevertheless, Wen Ying felt at ease, reassured by Aruda's promise. His spirits lifted instantly.

Tomorrow would be the day he'd trick the demons. Considering the friendship between him and Muershi, he should invite Lan Jiaying and Wu Shaluo, but convincing them to return here would be no easy feat. Wen Ying needed to give it some serious thought.

He left the castle and flew to where the Blood Tree seed was planted. Little Bai and Little Hong were diligently watching over it – or perhaps playing around in the vicinity. Upon seeing Wen Ying approach, Little Bai immediately flew over, pouncing into his arms for affection.

Little Hong dared not contest with Little Bai and stood on Wen Ying's shoulder, feeling aggrieved but not daring to occupy too much space. Despite being a Crimson Fire Sub-Dragon, it was afraid of the Claw-Ear Beast.

Wen Ying carried Little Bai to where the Blood Tree seed was buried. Looking down at the deliberate mound of soil, he coldly raised his foot and scattered it. With the tip of his toe, he loosened some earth, quickly sensing the simple fear coming from the Blood Tree seed.

"Feeling scared now?" Wen Ying's voice was icy. "Next time you think about controlling my body, I'll simply expose you to the scorching sun in a place without soil or water."

The Blood Tree seed sent back a series of acquiescent responses, like a chick pecking at rice.

Based on Little Bai's experience, Wen Ying felt that creatures should be disciplined from a young age to instill a profound sense of awe in them.

After finishing this, Wen Ying returned to his room to work on his homework and ponder how to convince the herd of sheep to follow him back tomorrow.

...

"You said what?" Lai Yehua thought he had misheard or that Wen Ying was joking. His purple eyes were cold and profound as he stared intently at Wen Ying, exuding a murderous aura that seemed to impose an overwhelming pressure, attempting to intimidate the other party.

Inside, Wen Ying's inner self curled its lips in disdain, but on the surface, he repeated his words to Lai Yehua. "My great-grandmother has something to discuss with you. She wants you to come over tonight."

Lai Yehua pondered for a moment, appearing calm, but his grip on the pen tightened, veins bulging on the back of his hand. Cold sweat broke out on his back, revealing his hidden anxiety and fear.

Wen Ying suddenly seemed to recall something and said, "Oh right, Grandmother asked me to invite you and Teacher Feng Luo. I didn't see him today, could you pass the message on?"

Silence reigned in the office. The handsome and composed fallen angel had a dark expression, with purple electric arcs dancing between the feathers of his wings. The atmosphere was oppressive and perilous. Although Wen Ying did feel the pressure standing before the low-pressure fallen angel, he knew that Lai Yehua didn't dare to make a move, so he wasn't afraid.

Looking at the exceptionally arrogant Wen Ying, Lai Yehua's calm demeanor couldn't hide the furious storm in his eyes. They were dark and gloomy, reflecting his rising anger, which only added to his sense of frustration.

"Alright, I got it. You can leave," Lai Yehua said, turning a blind eye to ease his mind.

Back in the classroom, Muershi sensed the familiar demonic thunder magic emanating from Wen Ying and asked, "Did you go see Lai Yehua?"

Wen Ying nodded. "Aruda asked me to summon him and Feng Luo."

"Ouch..." Scarlet hissed from behind. "Sounds like they're in for some trouble."

"Wanna come with me tonight?" Wen Ying asked Scarlet with a smile.

Scarlet gave him a mocking look. "Get lost."

Wen Ying caught sight of Lan Jiaying entering through the back door and turned to wave at him. "Lan Jiaying!"

The blond demon's skin prickled with goosebumps, a look of disgust on his face. "Are you insane? Calling out like that... It's creepy."

Boros was triggered by the word "creepy," recalling the weekend when Wen Ying had ravaged him relentlessly. The shadow of that experience loomed larger in his mind.

"Don't be so heartless," Wen Ying said with a casual smile. Although Lan Jiaying's attitude was terrible, he smelled good – or rather, the magic within his blood exuded an alluring aroma.

Lan Jiaying, well-versed in Wen Ying's antics, sensed trouble. There was no way Wen Ying would act this way without a reason. He silently grew vigilant and coldly made his way back to his seat.

Boros, too, knew Wen Ying's character. Hearing the tone in which he addressed Lan Jiaying, Boros guessed that something was up, and it probably wasn't good news.

"Wen Ying suddenly spoke to him, leaving Boros momentarily stunned.