Chapter 128: The Fear

Fang Ya’s eyes bulged, and his mouth involuntarily opened, spewing out all the food and drink from the night, drenching the onlookers behind Qian Ye.

Qian Ye’s right fist shot out again, smashing into Fang Ya’s abdomen. This time, Fang Ya could no longer endure it, his knees buckled, and he fell heavily to the ground. Qian Ye grabbed Fang Ya’s hair, pulling his face up, and then delivered a fierce headbutt!

With a crack of breaking bones, Fang Ya’s face was a mess, his nose completely smashed back into his face, blood, alcohol, and vomit mixing together, flowing everywhere.

The tavern suddenly fell silent. Everyone knew how hard a werewolf’s skull was, but no one expected Qian Ye to shatter Fang Ya’s face with a headbutt.

Qian Ye, in a frenzy, delivered another headbutt, thoroughly savoring the moment. Suddenly, a pungent odor hit him, reminding him that Fang Ya had just vomited. His face turned pale, nearly making him retch.

Qian Ye quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and tore it off, hastily wiping the filth from his face.

Behind Qian Ye stood a vampiress, her expression cold, dressed in very little, her figure unusually voluptuous for a vampiress. Qian Ye almost ripped off all her clothes, but she didn’t seem to mind; instead, she gave him a seductive look, swaying her body towards him.

Before she could get close, there was a loud crash, and a bottle broke over her head. The vampiress swayed and collapsed to the ground. Behind her, Night Pupil snorted and tossed the broken bottle aside.

While Qian Ye was cleaning himself, Fang Ya had recovered from his daze. The werewolf’s regenerative abilities were indeed terrifying. He had entered a state of rage, transforming into a full werewolf, his body expanding, and his head burst through the tavern’s ceiling!

Without a word, Qian Ye charged forward, delivering another punch to Fang Ya’s abdomen!

This time, a shocking scene unfolded. Fang Ya’s protective origin force was penetrated by Qian Ye’s punch, and his forearm plunged deep into Fang Ya’s body once more. With Fang Ya’s strength, even a fifth-level origin gun couldn’t penetrate his defense, yet he was pierced by a single punch, leaving everyone in disbelief.

Fang Ya’s eyes bulged, but this time, there was nothing left to expel. His eyes filled with disbelief and shock as he fell to his knees again.

Qian Ye grabbed the fur on top of Fang Ya’s wolf head, pressing down. With a resounding thud, the wolf’s head smashed through the bar, half of it embedded in the floor. Qian Ye pulled it up and smashed it into the ground again—once, twice, thrice. Each dull thud echoed in the hearts of the onlookers.

Fang Ya, still conscious, continued to struggle violently, almost too much for Qian Ye to handle. A bottle suddenly appeared before Qian Ye, and without hesitation, he grabbed it and smashed it onto Fang Ya’s head.

The bottle shattered, but Fang Ya’s struggles remained intense. A werewolf’s skull is harder than steel, and the bottle did little damage.

Night Pupil looked around and spotted a cast-iron wine cask behind the bar, large, sturdy, and heavy.

“Old man, move!” Night Pupil pushed the spider demon old man aside and picked up the thick cask with one hand.

“Wait! That’s…” The spider demon old man, alarmed, tried to stop her, but it was too late. Night Pupil had already handed the cask to Qian Ye.

“Thanks.” Qian Ye took the cask and smashed it onto Fang Ya’s head, flattening it instantly.

“You’re welcome,” Night Pupil replied politely.

Despite the ferocity of the attack, Fang Ya’s skull didn’t break, but after a few more struggles, he finally lost consciousness.

Qian Ye let out a breath, standing up, feeling refreshed and somewhat sobered.

But the trouble wasn’t over. Baroque led a group of vampires to block Qian Ye, coldly saying, “Boy, you think you can just leave? Kneel!”

An ancient, blood-infused aura rose from Baroque, surging towards Qian Ye. Baroque aimed to use his deeper bloodline and superior lineage to subdue Qian Ye, forcing him to submit.

Among the four races, the power of bloodline suppression among vampires is the strongest. Even if not direct descendants, those with higher bloodlines can exert significant pressure on lower ones. The greater the gap, the more pronounced the pressure. In places like the Evernight Territory, even edge-dwelling vampires can be suppressed by the direct descendants of the twelve ancient clans. Thus, the hierarchical structure of the vampire race is the strictest.

As Qian Ye was beating Fang Ya, Baroque sensed the lively and fresh aura, indicating a newly formed blood core. Although Fang Ya had fallen, Baroque wasn’t deterred. He wanted to use his ancient bloodline and rank to directly suppress Qian Ye. Even if Qian Ye had some background, it would only be a match.

Baroque’s blood aura surged into Qian Ye, causing his own blood to boil. For them, this was the ultimate provocation. Any blood aura daring to enter Qian Ye’s body faced certain annihilation.

Qian Ye felt a surge of uncontrollable, overwhelming aggression. Unable to hold back, he roared at Baroque like a beast!

The intense blood aura from Qian Ye swept away Baroque’s, covering the entire tavern.

Baroque’s face turned deathly pale, feeling as if struck by a hammer. He nearly spat out blood.

Baroque barely managed to stand, but his subordinates couldn’t, collapsing to their knees. The weakest fainted outright.

Qian Ye, radiating murderous intent, picked up Baroque and slammed him to the ground. The impact shook the tavern, creating a human-shaped crater in the stone floor.

Baroque, with the resilience of a second-grade viscount, was still conscious. Struggling to rise, Qian Ye stomped on his head, driving it into the stone. This final blow rendered Baroque unconscious.

Qian Ye’s ferocity hadn’t fully subsided. He stepped on Baroque’s head, scanning the room. Only a handful of the most powerful remained standing, the rest were already subdued by Qian Ye’s earlier blood aura burst.

This was Qian Ye’s first experience suppressing an opponent with blood aura, and the effect was astonishing. He sobered up a bit, relieved that only the purple blood aura had been unleashed. If the dark gold blood aura had also flared, there would have been even fewer standing.

The silence was finally broken by the spider demon old man: “You two, you’ve broken so many things and owe me for the drinks. Oh, and the iron cask held my decades-old base liquor, which should also be added to your tab.”

Qian Ye checked his pockets, his face falling. He had spent all his money on equipment, leaving him with only a mediocre blood crystal. In this place, the colorful, rare drinks were worth far more than one blood crystal. The iron cask, with its enticing aroma, was clearly a premium item. Under such scrutiny, he couldn’t pull anything from Anduia’s mysterious space.

Qian Ye felt awkward, whispering to Night Pupil, “Do you have any money?”

“No.”

“What do we do?” Qian Ye was at a loss.

“Run.” Night Pupil, always decisive, grabbed Qian Ye and fled.

They dashed into the night, disappearing quickly.

“Stop!!” Some in the tavern, still harboring thoughts of revenge, chased after them.

As they started, they suddenly all tumbled to the ground. Disoriented, they found thin, nearly invisible spider silk wrapped around their ankles, preventing them from leaving. Even a viscount couldn’t break the resilient silk.

All eyes turned to the old spider demon, whose expression changed as he watched Qian Ye and Night Pupil’s escape, muttering to himself, “Nana’s descendant? Nana has a descendant?”

In a lofty, spacious hall, a small, ethereal girl with crimson and purple eyes slowly opened her eyes. Her brows furrowed slightly, sensing something familiar yet distant, both known and unknown.

In the town, Qian Ye and Night Pupil ran to a desolate corner, relieved to see no pursuers.

They looked at each other, bursting into laughter. After a while, they both asked, “How…?”

They stopped mid-sentence, falling into silence. Their reasons for being here were obvious—to seek blood battles.

“Your blood aura…”

Qian Ye smiled, “My body is half-vampire, but I’m still human.”

Night Pupil also smiled, hiding something else in her eyes.

The topic was too heavy, and they fell silent again. Night Pupil turned to Qian Ye, asking, “Did you drink too much?”

“Yes.” Qian Ye admitted, his thoughts still foggy from the first drink.

“Good.” Night Pupil’s eyes shone like stars as she embraced Qian Ye, silencing him with a kiss.

Qian Ye was startled, unsure how to react.

He wasn’t inexperienced, but in front of Night Pupil, he always worried about making a mistake and displeasing her. Perhaps because of this, he was afraid, hesitant to embrace her, fearing she might vanish.

Qian Ye had never been so scared.