After nearly three days and nights of nonstop slaughter, having killed millions of vampires, Ian had accumulated Supreme Slaughter Qi to the level of a Martial God. But deep inside, he’d also built up a massive amount of negative emotions—restlessness, irritability, and bloodlust.
If his spiritual strength hadn’t far exceeded his physical cultivation, he would’ve already lost control and gone mad from too much killing, turning into a mindless slaughter machine.
As for Cici, Joy, and the other six vampire subordinates, they felt a deep terror just from meeting his gaze—because he could no longer fully suppress his negative emotions.
"Get up, all of you!" Ian Song commanded.
As he spoke, he realized his voice had become incredibly hoarse, with a faint metallic rasp beneath it.
"Yes!"
The eight vampires rose, trembling and bowing in extreme respect, terrified of provoking the tyrant before them.
"Any survivors?" Ian asked again.
"Reporting, Master—all the vampires who escaped from Luoxin City have been hunted down. Not a single one got away!" Cici replied, voice trembling.
"Good. Let’s go."
With a casual wave of his hand, Ian teleported himself and the eight vampires straight to his villa.
"You six, stand guard outside. No one is allowed to disturb us. Cici, Joy, come with me!"
"Yes!" the vampires answered in unison.
Under Ian’s lead, Cici and Joy followed him upstairs to the training room.
"Master, do you have any instructions?"
Cici asked cautiously.
"Take it and swallow it!"
Ian handed Cici the heart core he’d taken from Mason Hu.
"Oh my god, this is a prince’s heart core—is it really...!" As she received the purple heart core, Cici’s expression turned wildly excited. She could barely resist devouring it on the spot.
"If you swallow it, can you reach prince realm?" Ian asked.
"I think I can!"
Cici answered, not entirely sure.
"Then give it a try," Ian nodded.
Joy, watching from the side, felt a wave of envy. As close as she and Cici were, just imagining her best friend suddenly pulling far ahead left her feeling deeply lost.
"These are for you!"
Ian took out ten earl-grade heart cores and tossed them to Joy.
"Thank you, Master!" Joy said gratefully, hurrying to accept them.
Next, the two women each swallowed their heart cores and started cultivating. Ian also sat down cross-legged, but the moment he closed his eyes, he was overwhelmed by restlessness and inexplicable rage.
With a thought, he vanished from the training room and reappeared inside the Divine Temple.
"Old Spirit, I’ve built up way too much negative emotion. I feel anxious, irritable, and impulsive. Is there any way to resolve this?"
"Simple—just vent those negative emotions!" the Divine Temple spirit replied.
"How do I vent them?" Ian asked again.
"That’s up to you to figure out!" Old Spirit said.
"Damn it, I hate people who only say half of what they mean!" Ian roared. But the Divine Temple spirit didn’t answer, and Ian suddenly felt the urge to drag him out and beat him up.
He quickly realized just how serious his negative emotions were—he actually wanted to do something that extreme.
"Damn it, how am I supposed to vent?"
Unable to calm down, Ian couldn’t think of any solution.
Helpless, he left the Divine Temple and returned to the training room.
Both Cici and Joy were late-earl vampires—one had swallowed a prince heart core, the other an earl heart core.
Compared to the prince heart core, it wasn’t that easy to refine. Joy, who had swallowed the earl heart core, had her aura change noticeably just moments after she took it—she began to impact the duke realm.
Vampires are truly heaven-defying creatures. As long as they have enough energy, they can keep upgrading endlessly—no heart demons or bottlenecks like cultivators and martial artists. It’s honestly enviable.
Under Ian’s watchful gaze, Joy’s aura climbed higher and higher, almost reaching its peak—then suddenly stalled. Right then, Joy swallowed another earl heart core.
With the support of that heart core, her aura instantly broke through to the peak.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Suddenly, five pairs of blood-red wings sprouted from her back, each tinged faintly with purple.
Two hours later.
After finishing their 'battle,' Ian suddenly noticed that some of his negative emotions had faded. Surprised, he muttered to himself, "Could this be what Old Spirit meant by venting?" Realizing this, he couldn’t help but smirk. "No wonder Old Spirit was embarrassed to tell me directly—he probably couldn’t say it out loud!"
"Master, you’re so bad! I have no strength left at all now!" Joy complained coquettishly.
"Then rest well. I’m going to check on Cici’s progress!"
After getting dressed, Ian went to the training room and discovered that Cici still hadn’t broken through to duke. He frowned slightly, "What’s going on? Why hasn’t she broken through yet?"
Just then, Cici’s aura finally began to shift.