The Method to Gain Power: The Heart's Blood of Your Beloved

The night enveloped everything.

In a room within the Spring Hill residential complex.

Xiao Lin and Shen Wan'er were engaged in a primal, passionate exchange.

Shen Wan'er was the one in control.

However...

Unbeknownst to them,

their every move was being watched and recorded by countless eyes and surveillance devices.

"How's the situation?"

Gu Yan emerged from the darkness, glancing briefly at the scene on the screen before looking away.

"Sir,"

"Xiao Lin is, after all, a grandmaster. His physique is extraordinary."

"This subordinate speculates that the drug might only take full effect at the very end."

The subordinate, known as Demon Claw, replied respectfully.

Gu Yan gave a slight nod.

Ever since he arrived in this world,

he had already devised a plan to deal with Xiao Lin.

The man's identity was unique, his strength formidable.

As the chosen one of destiny, Xiao Lin often defied death and had few weaknesses.

But that didn't mean there were none.

One of his greatest vulnerabilities... was women!

As the heir to the Dragon King Palace, infused with the aura of the Dragon God,

Xiao Lin's nature was inherently lustful—otherwise, the original story wouldn't have given him such a vast harem.

And Gu Yan intended to exploit this very flaw.

He turned his gaze to a few trusted subordinates, carefully selected by the Light of Hope.

They were all cloaked in Claw Cells, nearly blending into the surrounding darkness.

The Claw Cells granted them an appearance akin to children of the abyss, their skin shimmering with faint, flowing black luminescence, like stars scattered across an endless night sky.

Shitou and Little Bai were among them.

After undergoing systematic training under the Light of Hope and being enhanced by the Claw Cells,

their strength had reached the level of innate martial artists.

Had their bodies been fully developed, the Claw Cells would have granted them even greater power.

With this in mind, Gu Yan spoke solemnly, "The moment the drug takes effect, act immediately."

"Show no mercy. Tonight's operation must succeed—do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Shitou and the others responded in unison.

......

......

[Master, Mei Xue and You Xingxue injured Liao Ya and took his fang root.]

[Master, what should we do?]

[Master?]

Late at night, in the Leng Family residence.

Noisy voices echoed in Leng Qingqiu's mind.

She didn’t want to deal with it.

She didn’t want to deal with anything anymore.

Curled up under her blankets, Leng Qingqiu covered her ears, trying to block out the voices of the Night Organization members in her head.

She was no longer the Night King. She had given up on everything.

Ever since Gu Yan disguised himself as the Night King and took her dagger a few days ago, she had withdrawn into herself.

Leng Qingqiu couldn’t understand why Gu Yan had done this. She even wondered—

Had he known she was the Night King all along? Was that why he had approached her?

Yet, despite everything, she still couldn’t bring herself to leave him.

Even though he had stolen the power she needed for revenge.

This realization filled her with overwhelming sorrow.

"Little Cold... tell me, what should I do...?"

Leng Qingqiu asked the voice in her mind—her other self, Little Cold.

She had to admit, Little Cold always pointed her toward the best path in any situation.

It had been Little Cold’s idea to persuade her to exchange bodily fluids with Gu Yan.

Perhaps sensing her distress, Little Cold acted, and the voices of her subordinates gradually faded.

Then, Little Cold spoke.

[Other me, I’ve told you before—you can’t develop real feelings for a furnace.]

[As the Night King, your only path in life is revenge.]

[But what have you done?]

[Ignored all my advice and instead fell in love with that furnace.]

[Now his true, malicious intentions have been revealed.]

[He took the dagger. He became the Night King. He stole your power for revenge.]

[And only now do you come to me for help?]

"Little Cold..."

"Don’t speak of Gu Yan like that..."

Leng Qingqiu bit her lip, unsure of what else to say.

She knew she had made a terrible mistake... but...

she still loved him.

[...]

After a long silence, Little Cold sighed.

[Pathetic.]

Stop it, just stop.

"Little Cold... I was wrong..."

Leng Qingqiu trembled, covering her ears.

Why, even now, was Gu Yan still the one occupying her thoughts?

[Hmph. Fine.]

[Maybe losing the dagger isn’t entirely a bad thing.]

Suddenly, Little Cold said something unexpected in Gu Yan’s defense.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

Leng Qingqiu was confused.

[Have you really not noticed?]

[Think back—what happened in Jianghai when he pretended to be the Night King?]

"What happened?"

Leng Qingqiu frowned, trying to recall. Then—

Her eyes widened.

[Remember now?]

[Every martial faction that came to Jianghai was wiped out.]

[And every single one of them had participated in the siege against the Leng Family years ago.]

[By posing as the Night King, he lured all the martial artists who cared about the Night King’s legacy to Jianghai... and slaughtered them all.]

[Don’t you think... that’s a good thing?]

Leng Qingqiu’s mind reeled.

Wait... did that mean...

"Gu Yan... was avenging me?"

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

This was something she needed to process on her own.

Little Cold sighed softly in her mind.

This was all the help she could offer.

[There’s one more thing you need to decide.]

"What is it?"

[Do you remember what the Dark Scripture once said?]

[When your perception reaches a certain level, you’ll learn of a method to restore your vision.]

[Not only that, but your strength will also break through to become the strongest in this world.]

[This is a rule bound to the Dark Scripture—your eyes cannot be healed through ordinary means.]

[Now, even though you can’t become the Night King, there’s still another choice.]

[And that is... to follow the Dark Scripture’s method and elevate your cultivation.]

[Your perception has already met the minimum requirement to learn this method.]

Leng Qingqiu sat up abruptly, hope flickering in her voice. "Really? What’s the method?"

[...]

[Prepare yourself.]

[This is... an extremely difficult decision for you.]

As Little Cold’s voice faded,

a low hum resonated in Leng Qingqiu’s mind.

The contents of the Dark Scripture unfolded before her.

And when Leng Qingqiu saw the condition written within—

"......"

She fell silent.

Her fists clenched tightly.

It felt like the world was playing a cruel joke on her.

Because the Dark Scripture’s condition was...

[The heart’s blood of the one you love most.]

......

......

Spring Hill residential complex.

After their intimate moment,

Xiao Lin wrapped his arm around Shen Wan'er’s shoulders and declared solemnly, "Wan'er, I’ll cherish you for the rest of my life!"

"Xiao Lin..."

A trace of resignation flickered in Shen Wan'er’s eyes.

But there was no other way.

For now, she needed Xiao Lin—his beauty formulas, his martial arts training.

So, she had to keep him close.

She patted Xiao Lin on the back and said, "Let go for now. I still have a proposal to write later."

"Oh."

Xiao Lin was already lost in that intoxicating bliss, completely oblivious to the complicated emotions flickering across Shen Wan'er's face.

And Shen Wan'er, true to her innate Pure Yin constitution, had synergized perfectly with Xiao Lin's cultivation technique, giving him a taste of rapid progress in his training.

Shen Wan'er went to freshen up.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lin was still savoring the wondrous sensations from earlier.

A silly grin kept creeping onto his face as he muttered to himself, "Heh heh... It’s like a dream come true."

"You’re happy already?"

Dragon Lord, sounding like a man who had seen it all, emerged from Xiao Lin’s chest with a mocking smirk. "As my successor, you’ll have more than just this little girl to experience in the future."

"Now’s the perfect time. Circulate your qi and see the benefits of dual cultivation with a Pure Yin physique!"

Xiao Lin nodded at his words, closed his eyes, and began guiding the flow of qi within his body.

But the moment he started—

"Tsk—!"

A sharp pain shot through his chest as if something were blocking the qi, preventing it from moving forward.

Clutching his chest, he hissed through gritted teeth and asked Dragon Lord, "Something’s wrong... Why does it feel like my meridians are clogged?"