My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 52 The Past Is Gone

Sargeras?

Blood Demon?

Vichy's breathing slowed down for a moment.

She looked at the familiar handwriting, feeling somewhat bewildered and incredulous.

"In the doctrine, only by giving one's blood can one pass on one's lineage to future generations."

"But Pavit broke the taboo; she fell in love with a human and gave birth to Sargeras."

"This action has incurred the curse of the Night Lady, and if nothing unexpected happens, Sargeras will not live past the age of three."

Vivian strolled beside Vichy, glancing at the frozen Pavit, as if recalling a story from long ago.

"So, the nun was also the mastermind behind the Blood Night?"

"No, in your eyes, your adoptive mother has become so despicable?"

The reasons for Blood Birth Night are complex, but they have nothing to do with her; her loyalty to the Blood Saint Princess is beyond question.

Vichy touched the wounds on her body; the pain that had almost caused her to lose control was still etched in her heart.

"My teacher said I should have had a hundred magic loops."

Are you very angry about this?

"I don't know, maybe some, maybe none."

As Vichy thought this, the image of Shi Qing appeared in his mind.

Vivian took in her actions, and the ghost merely sighed softly.

"On the night of the Blood Birth, the princess fell into a pool of blood. Before she died, she still performed her usual ritual of channeling all her magical energy into your body."

From this perspective, you are the true descendant of the vampire gods.

But during the embrace of blood, Pavith made a request to her mistress that was considered presumptuous: to beg her to save her child.

Only the forgiveness of royalty can lift the curse of the Night Lady.

The princess agreed, but she also left a will, wishing that her blood-born son could live a happier life.

Vixi listened quietly to Vivian's words, and memories of the past unconsciously surfaced in her mind.

In her memory, Pavit was always very patient with her, and he would only go out one day a month, which she imagined was to visit Sargeras.

She had initially thought it was just Pavitt's mercy as a clergyman, but now she realized that this mercy might have been mixed with a lot of guilt and a desire for redemption.

No wonder the nun was so nervous and flustered when she heard that she had embarked on the path of the extraordinary.

She was only a fourth-tier being. Once her identity was exposed, she would be powerless to do anything but watch herself become a puppet of the Shadow Child or the vampires.

Thinking this way, Vichy's feelings for the nun became increasingly complex, a mixture of emotions.

He was both a benefactor and an enemy.

If a teacher were in this situation, what would they do?

Vichy thought for a very long time before finally raising her head and looking at Vivian.

"Have you thought it through, darling?"

"If you are ready, step forward, reclaim your divine blood, and become a princess once more."

"No, I refuse."

Vivian's eyes widened slowly, her expression a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"My teacher taught me to be clear about right and wrong."

"Of course I hate the nun for taking away my talent, but in the end, this talent was a gift from the Blood Saint Princess. Since she has already promised it, I don't need to throw a tantrum."

Besides, I don't think it's a bad thing.

If I had such great talent, I wouldn't have met my teacher.

Vichy spoke slowly, his eyes gradually clearing.

"But I will correct her mistakes. I will go find the Blood Demon. Fate will decide my life and death."

Vivian asked curiously, "Is it because of hatred?"

"No, no, in the teacher's words, I am destined to face this tribulation, otherwise my Dao heart will be unstable."

Vivian was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and looked at her.

"I'm really curious about what kind of person that teacher you know is."

"Now that you've figured it out, let's begin the reversal ritual."

Vivian reached out, and a magical glow spread from her hand, extending along the magic array patterns buried in the basement.

"I will completely remove all royal blood from your body and repair everything for you."

"it is good."

A soft sigh.

Vishi closed his eyes, feeling something deep inside his body being stripped away little by little, but it wasn't painful, just very gentle. His restless blood was gradually calmed, and the dried-up cracks were repaired.

When she opened her eyes again, she instinctively threw a punch forward, and the entire basement wall immediately cracked in a ring of fissures!

Relaxed and comfortable, that invisible burden has been completely wiped away!

At this moment, blood refining and bone tempering have finally reached perfection, replacing the magic loop as her new starting point.

She reached the second tier, mid-stage Qi Refining!

From a mortal to the second rank, it took less than a month, which far exceeded Shi Qing's promise to her.

"A very novel power, neither divine magic, nor sorcery, nor psychic power, nor ascension."

Vivian walked over and spoke highly of Vishi's power.

Then, she flipped her hand and handed a scroll to Vichy.

"This is the princess's final gift: a sixth-tier spell scroll, a forbidden magic."

"It can only be painted with the blood of royalty, and it has a very special effect on vampires."

Vishi cautiously accepted the gift; a sixth-tier spell was enough to crush everyone in Gem City.

Before leaving, Vichy suddenly turned around and bowed to the nun and Vivian.

Just as she said, she clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.

The nun indirectly stole her life, but her nurturing kindness was genuine.

Once everything is over, she will try to ask Edith to save the nun, and then they will be even.

Soon, the basement returned to calm.

Vivian examined her footprints.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly.

"Actually, the blood embrace of vampires is not that simple. The only inheritance that can be passed on when one is on the verge of death is rebirth through cocooning, not blood embrace. Otherwise, vampires would have produced one genius after another long ago."

"Pavit, do you think Vichy might have already realized that she is actually the owner of this ghostly memory of mine?"

Pavitt didn't move at all, just kept his eyes tightly closed.

"Perhaps she had already realized it, after all, this is common knowledge among vampires, otherwise so many people wouldn't recognize Sargeras and regard him as a god."

Vivian sat to the side and looked at the severed arm again.

This was the insurance she left behind before she died.

In fact, this insurance was far more powerful than Vichy had imagined.

If Vishi accepts the return of the magical circuits, not only her severed arm, but even Sargeras, who is far away, will have all his magical circuits drawn out and gathered on her.

By then, Vishi's bloodline purity will be comparable to that of the first generation of vampires, namely those two Grand Dukes.

But to be honest, Vivian still hopes things won't come to that.

Otherwise, all of Bloody Night's efforts will be in vain.

Not only himself, but even Blood Moon Lord who helped him will suffer a severe backlash.

"...I need to atone for my sins."

Suddenly, Pavitt moved.

In the snow and ice, she desperately tried to open her eyes, but they were empty, devoid of the blood-red color characteristic of vampires, and instead, a wisp of soul fire drifted within.

In an attempt to escape this near-death situation, Pavit actually used Resurrection on himself!

The ice shattered, and a spirit emerged from the ice coffin.

But she still didn't have much time left.

"I need to atone for my sins..."

Holding onto her last remaining conviction, she picked up the severed arm and headed towards the Green Valley Underground City.