The Death of Conan
The next day, after recovering, Luo Xuan went alone to the basement. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the ground, adding to the sense of unease. Konai was shackled hand and foot, and on his shoulder, Luo Chen had the sorcerer carve a strange symbol, leaving him utterly immobilized.
Luo Xuan slowly approached Konai. Konai managed to lift his head; his mismatched eyes betrayed no emotion. Luo Xuan curled his lips into a faint smile, a subtle red gleam flickering in his gaze. He began, “Tell me everything you know about becoming human again. I once heard that when the Progenitor was alive, he forged a Blade of Blood with his own essence. If the Blade of Blood is plunged into a vampire’s heart, they can return to being human. Do you know where it is?”
Konai spoke languidly, his voice weak from blood loss, yet a trace of pride glimmered in his brows. “Your Highness is correct. I know where the Blade of Blood is. It can only be used once. There’s no need to waste your energy trying to pry into my mind. Cough… Having absorbed the Progenitor’s powerful blood from the Elders, I possess many abilities unknown even to you.”
A chill flashed in Luo Xuan’s eyes, but he showed no anger; he simply asked bluntly, “What do you want?”
A triumphant smile broke across Konai’s face, and a deep yearning lit his eyes. “I know my lifespan is only a thousand years. For centuries, I’ve searched for a way to extend it. There is only one method—drink the entirety of a pureblood’s essence, and I will gain immortality…”
“You’re bold indeed. Luo Chen and I have no intention of sacrificing ourselves. At most, we’ll grant you another thousand years. If you refuse, then you can rot away to dust in this place,” Luo Xuan replied coolly, glancing at Konai before turning toward the exit.
Konai struggled and called out, “I… I accept!”
Luo Xuan turned back, drew a line across his wrist with a fingernail, and blood began to flow. Konai’s eyes shone green as he hungrily gazed at Luo Xuan’s outstretched hand and drank greedily. After a moment, Luo Xuan withdrew his hand and asked coldly, “Where is the Blade of Blood?”
Konai’s face was no longer as deathly pale. He licked the sweet, metallic taste from his lips and answered, “It lies… in the space between two worlds. The Progenitor sealed it with his own blood. Retrieving it will not be easy.”
Luo Xuan left the basement. Behind him, Konai’s agonized screams rang out. Before long, Su Mo emerged, clutching a broken arrow stained with Konai’s muddied blood. Her expression was unchanging as she looked at Luo Xuan, her clear voice ringing out, “Now that your troubles are over, will you finally let Luo Chen and me leave?”
“There is still one last thing, and only Luo Chen can accomplish it.” In the garden, a few rose petals had fallen to the ground, dusted with flecks of earth. Luo Xuan bent to pick up a white rose, twirling it in his hand, his blood-red eyes filled with melancholy.
A petal landed on Su Mo’s shoulder. She brushed it off, only to hear Luo Xuan speak again, “It’s been half a year. The flowers will wither soon.”
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Yu Ning’s story is coming to an end. Since it’s my first time writing, it’s rather plain and not very long…
Drifting away~