She was in her own room.
At this speed, she was probably almost breaking the sound barrier.
Feng Ling tucked the startup disk into the pocket of her sleeping dress and quickly went downstairs back to her own room.
She pulled a small bottle filled with pale golden liquid from the nightstand drawer.
“Here’s the removal agent.”
Then, beside it, a clean needle and a small roll of medical tape she’d taken from the kitchen drawer.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Feng Ling took a deep breath.
Finally… finally leaving that madwoman who toyed with her every day.
Though it really was rather pleasant…
No, no!
It’s not pleasant!
Not at all!
Damn this body, can’t you just behave?
You don’t belong to Sister Ling Yue!
You belong to Xu Fengling!
That madwoman Ling Yue imprisoned her against her will and toyed with her every day using every unimaginable method.
She couldn’t have any opinion of her own; everything had to follow Ling Yue, letting Ling Yue treat her like a golden canary.
She wanted normal love, but ended up killed by the Flame of End.
Then she started going along with everything Ling Yue did, but in the end she was still—
Even if those games were ecstasy, were comfortable…
Slowly gnawing her body to pieces…
No!
What the hell was she thinking about again!
Damn it!
Even if those things were anything but pleasant!
Ecstasy and comfort are simply not unpleasant!
No, if she didn’t leave Sister Ling Yue now, sooner or later she would truly become a canary, chirping all day long.
Then, Feng Ling quickly inserted the needle into the rubber stopper of the bottle and drew a full syringe of pale gold liquid.
It looked no different from ordinary magic potions…
But the sweat in her palm had already dampened the outer layer of the syringe.
She pressed the needle tip against the center of her chest.
She closed her eyes and used Reverse Perception to confirm the exact location of the Primordial Blood Imprint.
Yes, right on the aortic wall behind the heart, that layer of flocculent membrane almost seamlessly blending with the surrounding blood vessels.
She had to ensure the needle tip pierced through skin, the sternal gap, and the outer vessel wall, stopping exactly on the inner membrane where the imprint lay—not too deep, not too shallow.
At that moment, Feng Ling’s hands were incredibly steady, so steady that even she found it strange.
And when the needle tip pierced in, the pain she felt was much lighter than expected—just a brief sharp sting, about the same as being scratched by Ling Yue’s nail.
The moment the needle tip touched the aortic wall, she knew the real challenge still lay ahead.
Through Reverse Perception, she saw the flocculent imprint quivering slightly on the inner vessel wall.
So she paused, confirmed the needle tip hadn’t punctured through the vessel, then slowly pushed the plunger.
The pale golden liquid flowed through the needle tip into the location of the imprint.
And the moment the liquid touched the inner vessel wall, an excruciating pain like being flayed alive exploded from within her chest.
Feng Ling’s pupils constricted sharply, her vision went white for an instant, her entire body curled up like a shrimp, and a flood of tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
“Hiss… it hurts… it hurts… ugh… hissss… so painful… ah…”
One hand still gripped the syringe, while the other had already clawed five deep furrows into the bedsheet, and her legs kicked uncontrollably.
This pain was different from the pain of being bitten to pieces by Ling Yue or having her heart burned through by the Flame of End.
Those two were pure external destruction.
But this feeling now was like someone using an extremely dull scraper, scraping bit by bit along her inner vessel walls, tearing each layer of intima off the smooth muscle alive.
“Hiss… ah… cough… awoo… aah…”
The removal agent slowly spread through the blood vessels.
With each spread, the scraping pain extended deeper.
Yet Feng Ling gritted her teeth, pushed the last drop of removal agent from the syringe, directly pulled out the needle, and pressed a piece of medical tape over the needle hole on her chest.
The wound had already begun to heal.
But the sensation of peeling inside the blood vessels continued.
Using Reverse Perception, she saw the flocculent imprint slowly curling away from the aortic wall, its edges lifting.
The next moment, the entire imprint detached from the vessel wall.
It tumbled a few times in the blood flow, then was carried by the blood into the heart, and finally broken into countless tiny particles that quickly dispersed throughout her body with the heart’s pumping, disappearing completely.
The whole process lasted less than ten seconds.
But every millisecond of those ten seconds challenged her definition of pain.
Feng Ling collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, the back of her sleeping dress soaked with cold sweat, and the wooden pillow ruined by tears.
Then she raised her hand and looked at her fingers.
Her nails were still just as sharp, her skin still that pale white of someone who’d never seen the sun, but something inside her body had changed.
The low-frequency vibration of that drop of Primordial Blood was gone.
Before, every time she closed her eyes and focused her attention into her blood vessels, she could sense that faint vibration from the Primordial Blood in her back.
Now, it was completely gone, truly disappeared.
“D-did I succeed?”
She spoke these words in a hoarse voice, then paused in surprise herself.
Succeeded?
Had she really succeeded?
The thing she had prepared for countless nights, made countless lists, and repeatedly rehearsed in her mind while being pierced by silver needles in this room—it was just done like that?
Feng Ling sat on the edge of the bed and stared blankly for a long while.
It wasn’t until a violent fluctuation came through her Reverse Perception that she snapped back to reality.
Ling Yue was still fighting outside…
Wait, it seemed there were even more people than before, but these guys were basically just fodder for Ling Yue.
They were using numbers to buy time, letting the magic artifacts fire a few more rounds of pulses while Ling Yue was distracted.
But the frequency of the artifact pulses had increased, probably because the other side was desperately buying time.
Ling Yue’s Perception Field was compressed outside the artifact’s radiation range, and at the same time, the perception coverage inside the castle had been reduced to a minimum.
This was the moment!
If she didn’t take this window to open the main door and leave, there would never be a better chance!
And if she sat here waiting for Ling Yue to return and discover she had removed the Primordial Blood Imprint herself, she would definitely face a third BAD END.
It would definitely be very bloody, very brutal.
Moreover, when she had pulled the main control node earlier, she had reduced the power supply to the Barrier Core by more than half, so the runes on the main door should now be weak enough for her claws to tear open directly.
So Feng Ling jumped off the bed, changed into a dark dress that was easier to move in, stuffed the magic array startup disk from her sleeping dress pocket and the remaining removal agent into a small satchel, and then tied her hair into a simple ponytail.
However, when she reached the door, she paused for a moment and looked back at this room where she had lived for who knew how long.
On the nightstand was still the seven-colored ribbon from last time, on the dresser was Ling Yue’s wooden comb, and on the bedsheet were the marks she had just clawed.
“Goodbye… no, better never see each other again.”
After saying this to the empty room, she ran down the stairs without looking back.
The runes on the castle’s main door were indeed so dim that they were almost invisible.
Feng Ling raised her claws and slashed down hard.
Three claw marks cut straight through the rune array, causing a burst of sparks from the metal door.
The next second, she lifted her foot and kicked the door panel hard; the door swung open with a bang.
The cold wind from the cave tunnel, carrying the damp smell of soil and moss, hit Feng Ling’s face, making her take a deep breath involuntarily.
“Ah~ The taste of freedom~ How wonderful!”
Feng Ling no longer hesitated, ignoring her racing heart, and dashed straight toward the tunnel.
The tunnel was very dark, but her night vision was no longer at human level; she could clearly see the outlines of every stone in the darkness.
The light representing the cave exit was growing brighter and brighter.
And the moment she ran out of the cave mouth, sunlight poured down all over her.
There was no burning sensation like traditional vampires suffer under sunlight, only a simple blinding glare, as if she hadn’t been exposed to sunlight for centuries.
She instinctively raised her hand to shield her forehead, squinted, and smelled the scent of grass and soil in the air.
At that moment, she stood on the grass at the cave entrance and looked back.
From the outside, the mountain hiding the castle was just an ordinary rocky hill, the entrance half-hidden by a few clumps of bushes; you wouldn’t notice there was a tunnel entrance without looking carefully.
Finally…
She had finally escaped Sister Ling Yue!
Finally free!
Huh?
But why…
Did her heart suddenly twinge with pain?