Chapter 5, Awakening

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There are certain matters that the elders of the Yin clan are unwilling to let Yin Xuege know

In a place beyond Yin Xuege's line of sight, this ancient and elegant silver cicada, exuding a mysterious aura, had already absorbed all of his bloodstains. Within the cicada, a faint trace of blood began to swirl, and the rolling clouds within the cicada started to rise and fall, perfectly resonating with Yin Xuege's breathing and heartbeat.

Struggling to support her body, she sat cross-legged on the bed. A beam of moonlight shone in from the window, perfectly enveloping the frail form of Yin Xuege. Faint blood-colored patterns began to shimmer throughout her small building, and the restrictions of the demon clan within the building activated. The space inside the building had already been isolated from the outside world, ensuring that no one would disturb Yin Xuege at this moment

However, once the moon appears, the blood mist barrier will dissipate at the fastest speed, allowing the moonlight to illuminate the entire city-state. The Blood Song is also waiting for the moment when the moonlight shines; in order for his injuries to heal, he must rely not only on his own recovery ability but also on external assistance.

There is no need for the Blood Song of Yin to cultivate on its own; the mysterious celestial talisman script flows autonomously. All abnormalities within the body of the Blood Song of Yin are completely concealed, akin to a cicada hidden three thousand feet underground. No matter how much effort mortals expend, they are unable to discern even the slightest clue.

The bowl of blood essence within his body was exerting its powerful effects, and Yin Xuege gradually felt a bit of strength returning to him. He struggled to turn his head and looked out at the blood-red sky. The color, reminiscent of fresh blood, was nauseating and made one want to vomit

This is something that Old Han and his wife solemnly entrusted to Yin Xuege, a treasure left to him by his mother, whom Yin Xuege has never seen, and he must never lose it. Although Yin Xuege has never met his mother, in his heart, he harbors all the beautiful aspirations that any child in the world should have for their mother

However, among the merit point jade slips in the cabinet of the Blood Song, the highest denomination is merely a light red color, while the light white and milky white ones account for the majority. The total amount of all the merit point jade slips barely exceeds fifty points

Similar to the bowl of blood essence consumed in the morning at the Young Master’s residence, this is a bowl made from the heart's essence of one hundred individuals, blended with various herbs to enhance its potency. Priced at fifty merit points per portion, this blood essence is clearly marked in the Merit Hall, ensuring fairness for all.

With a hand drawn in a cross over his chest, old Anderson lowered his head and weakly walked out of the door.

A short quarter of an hour later, the old blood servant hurriedly returned to the small building where Yin Xuege resided, panting. This time, fortunately, everything went smoothly, and no one deliberately caused trouble along the way. The old blood servant quietly closed the door and approached Yin Xuege, holding a delicate white jade small bowl.

A faintly visible silver mist gradually separated from the moonlight, surging into his body with the breath of Yin Xuege. The potency of the bowl of blood essence was reaching its peak, with waves of heat circulating throughout his body. Each time Yin Xuege inhaled and exhaled the moonlight, a large amount of cold air merged into his being, which, under the catalysis of the blood essence, continuously settled in his blood and muscles. The potency of the bowl of blood essence was reaching its peak, with waves of heat circulating throughout his body. Each time Yin Xuege inhaled and exhaled the moonlight, a large amount of cold air merged into his being, which, under the catalysis of the blood essence, continuously settled in his blood and muscles.

The moonlight quietly falls, and profound changes are quietly taking place.

At that moment, the silver jade cicada moved quietly, as if sensing the pain and harm inflicted upon Yin Xuege by the blood-red handprint behind him. Suddenly, the silver jade cicada emitted a silver radiance, about a foot in diameter, leaping up like a flash of lightning. It gently brushed against the back of Yin Xuege, and instantly, the blood-red handprint let out a mournful cry, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye

Since he was sensible, Yin Xuege has used his meager strength to protect these poor blood servants and blood slaves. Although he was ostracized by the members of the Yin clan due to these matters, and subjected to various forms of suppression and harm, he gained a very high status in the hearts of those blood servants and blood slaves of the Yin clan. All the blood servants and blood slaves are willing to do their utmost to care for Yin Xuege whenever possible

In a state of ethereal tranquility, Yin Xuege suddenly heard a loud and clear cicada's cry. This sound shook his soul, and an overwhelming torrent surged in from above, instantly coursing through the meridians and blood vessels of Yin Xuege's entire body.

Within the swirling blood mist barrier, Yin Xuege seemed to see the faces of an elderly couple

The elderly blood servant carefully placed the completely stiff Yin Xuege onto the bed, his aged face revealing a hint of cautious concern, anxiously rubbing his hands together as he stared blankly at Yin Xuege's pale face

Between the chest and abdomen of the Blood Song, countless celestial talisman inscriptions quietly emerge, forming a concise yet immensely useful incantation— the Autumn Cicada Concealment Technique

Gritting his teeth tightly, Yin Xuege murmured the name "Yin Jiwu" in a low voice.

With a "tick-tock" sound, a drop of blood the size of a thumb took shape within the heart of the Blood Song.

Yin Xuege let out a soft breath, and his exhalation was tinged with a faint red hue. Yin Jiwu's shameless sneak attack dealt him extremely severe damage; his bodily functions had completely frozen. With Yin Xuege's frail vitality, it would be utterly impossible to recover from the destruction caused by this strike in less than three to five months

That was the Celestial Treasure, the Blood Parrot, forged by the Yin clan over a hundred years ago using the blood of a million slaves as offerings, drawing upon unknown entities from the upper realm to employ cross-realm celestial techniques for its transmission. Each of the demon clan's talismans inscribed upon it contains the profound truths of the universe, possessing boundless power. These talismans are not something a mere child of the Yin clan is qualified to comprehend; even a single glance would inflict harm.

As he practiced the Song of Blood, his body gradually became enveloped in a thin layer of azure moonlight. He immersed himself in an ethereal realm and the world of books, his mind devoid of any distractions, all sensations in his body dissipating into nothingness. He merely followed his instincts, continuously inhaling and exhaling the essence of the moonlight.

The body of Yin Blood Song originally harbored a dense presence of Yin energy, further condensed by countless blood curses. However, under the overwhelming force of impact and the refinement of the silver celestial talisman inscriptions, the vitality concealed by the blood demon's form surged forth, akin to a beautiful jade being carved out from rough stone, erupting with the splendid and lustrous brilliance it was meant to possess

Squinting, Yin Xuege glanced at the crimson sky outside through the corner of his eye. The blood mist barrier continued to envelop the entire Yin clan city-state. Night had not yet fallen, and the sunlight posed a significant threat to the young of the Yin clan and those ordinary warriors. Therefore, unless the night completely dominated the land, the blood mist barrier of the Yin clan city-state could not be lifted

The ignorant Yin Xuege breathed deeply, enveloped by the silver radiance emitted by the jade cicada. At this moment, the efficiency with which Yin Xuege absorbed the essence of the moonlight had increased by thousands or even tens of thousands of times compared to before. Even more astonishing was that the core of Yin Xuege's absorption of the moonlight essence had completely changed from the heart position of other members of the Yin clan to his lower abdomen's dantian.

A clear yet imperious voice quietly resonated in the mind of Yin Xue Ge

Old Anderson sighed softly and began to pray quietly—"Merciful Bloodsong Young Master, may the Almighty God protect you"

The cicada is noble and pure, floating beyond the heavens, untainted by dust. It remains dormant for three years without a sound, and when it finally sings, the whole world is astonished

Old blood servant Anderson looked anxiously at Yin Xuege's pale smile. His lips moved slightly, wanting to say something. However, Yin Xuege fixed his gaze on him, gritting his teeth and softly scolding him out of his room.

According to the secret method passed down by the Young Master, take nine heartbeats, then open your mouth and take a deep breath towards the moonlight

At this moment, countless tiny silver talisman inscriptions flowed within Yin Xuege's body, gradually concentrating in his internal organs, transforming into a silver stream that flowed continuously.

Every person has a concept of good and bad, black and white. Among all the children of the Yin clan, Yin Xuege is the kindest one towards those blood servants, who are of low status and treated like livestock. Often, the conflicts between Yin Xuege and others like Yin Xuejiao arise precisely because Yin Xuege protects these poor blood servants

The intense pain within his body had diminished significantly, and the biting cold was largely dispelled by the warmth contained in the essence of his blood. Yin Xuege let out a heavy sigh, then forced a smile at the old blood servant.

He tucked all the merit points into his sleeves and rushed out of the door with a speed no less than that of a young man, hurrying towards the family’s Merit Hall. As an old blood servant who had toiled for decades in the Yin clan, he understood what Yin Xuege needed at this moment

The blood parrot glided slowly through the high sky, its dark surface shimmering with countless blood clan talismans, resembling the eyes of a demon gazing down upon the earth. He - Tu - Shu, the author of "The Song of Blood", cast a glance at the blood parrot; the blood within him was drawn by the talismans of the demon clan, surging violently, causing two drops of fresh blood to drip from his nostrils, all landing on the silver jade cicada.

Thirty percent of the moonlight essence was absorbed by the heart of Yin Xue Ge, gradually making his heart stronger and more resilient

At that time, although Yin Xuege was young, he understood that the Yin clan had deliberately made the old Han couple disappear

A vast amount of moonlight essence surged forth, continuously being absorbed into Yin Xuege's dantian. After purification and refinement, thirty percent of the moonlight essence was infused into Yin Xuege's increasingly vigorous heart. Gradually, the blood throughout Yin Xuege's body was imbued with a layer of azure radiance, and his heart also began to take on a layer of blue.

The old blood servant carefully attended to Yin Xuege, serving him the bowl of blood essence until he drank it all. A warm current surged within Yin Xuege's body, and the bones shattered by Yin Ji behind him emitted a crisp cracking sound. As his muscles writhed, these bones were piecing themselves together, striving to mend Yin Xuege's injuries

With a heavy cough, a trace of blood flowed from Yin Xuege's mouth again

The silver jade cicada unceremoniously devoured the two drops of fresh blood, causing the clouds and mist within the jade cicada to become even more vibrant and dynamic

This is the "Achievement Jade Tablet" of the Yin clan, where the different hues of jade pieces represent varying quantities of family achievement points. For instance, light white signifies one achievement point, while milky white represents two points; light red corresponds to five achievement points, and crimson indicates ten points. As for the blood-colored jade tablet, which resembles the color of blood and is inlaid with a silver line, it represents fifty achievement points, while two silver lines signify one hundred points.

The crimson handprint, deeply embedded behind him, was repeatedly washed by the blood of Yin Xuege, much like the waves eroding the rocks. The vitality of Yin Xuege crashed against that blood-red handprint, yet it could not budge it in the slightest. Just as Yin Xuege himself had estimated, this injury would require an exceedingly long time for him to recover.

The pale silver jade cicada is approximately one inch in length, and the jade material is a rare silvery gem that resembles metal. The carving technique of the jade cicada is ancient and grand, with just a few strokes capturing the ethereal spirit of a cicada dancing in the wind. Within the jade cicada, faint clouds swirl and dance, yet every time Yin Xuege tries to see it clearly, he always feels a blur before his eyes, and the jade cicada remains just that jade cicada

These azure essence droplets emit a faint blue light that circulates throughout the body. Yin Xuege's bones, meridians, blood vessels, muscles, and internal organs all simultaneously writhe, producing a continuous crisp "ka ka" sound. As he breaks through to become a Star Warrior, his entire body undergoes refinement, and Yin Xuege's physical strength is advancing by leaps and bounds

The old blood servant trembled slightly; he hurriedly glanced at the door of Yin Xuege's room, then cautiously opened the cabinet. Following the direction of Yin Xuege's gaze, he discovered more than ten jade pieces of various colors in one of the drawers.

Thus, in the hearts of the blood servants and blood slaves of the Yin clan, Yin Xuege and those clan members are not of the same kind. Over the past few years, Yin Xuege has done his utmost to care for and protect these blood servants and blood slaves with his limited strength, while these blood servants and blood slaves have also been cautiously looking after Yin Xuege

The discrimination and setbacks he faced in the Yin clan city-state from a young age made Yin Xuege particularly value this jade cicada. Therefore, he would never allow any filth to taint this jade cicada, not even his own blood. However, today, a drop of his blood stuck to the jade cicada, and he found himself powerless to wipe it clean

However, the essence of blood within the abdomen and the essence of moonlight have indeed played a role, alleviating the intense pain within Yin Xuege's body. The sinister energy that Yin Ji had infused into him with that palm strike is also slowly dissipating under the cleansing of his vital energy and blood. Although the blood-colored handprint cannot be shaken off, Yin Xuege feels much more comfortable in his body at this moment

Yin Xuege lay on the bed, wracked with pain throughout his body. His internal organs ached intensely, and the shattered bones in his back ground against each other, causing him agony that made life feel worse than death. He gritted his teeth tightly and with great difficulty turned his gaze towards a cabinet at the head of his bed.

The old blood servant glanced at Yin Xuege, who was stiff all over and slowly nodded. To make this gesture, Yin Xuege had already exhausted all the strength within him, causing intense pain in his internal organs, and a trace of fresh blood slipped from the corner of his mouth

The light of the silver moon shone upon Yin Xuege. Today is not a full moon night, and the moonlight does not contain the precious innate yin energy, so the people from the family’s external affairs hall did not trouble Yin Xuege.

Old Anderson, hurry up and leave, don't stay here too long! Otherwise, they will cause you trouble!

Seeing Old Anderson's actions, Yin Xuege couldn't help but smile wryly. Just now, if Old Anderson's prayer and gestures were to fall into the eyes of Yin Xuejiao and the others, he would likely be thrown directly into the Blood Transformation Pool as a sacrifice. The heresy of worshipping the God of Light carries a heavy stigma in today's West, reminiscent of a time decades ago in a place once known as the "European Continent".

The blood mist barrier gradually became thinner, and the dark azure sky outside could be faintly seen.

He also knows that apart from those blood servants who have been sheltered by his meager power over the years, not a single member of the Yin clan would come to look after him. He has no foundation, no background, and no support within the Yin clan! Since he became aware of his surroundings, he has had conflicts with the legitimate heirs of families such as Yin Xuejiao and Yin Xueliao over many matters, and he has almost offended all the members of the Yin clan.

Seeing the eager gaze of Yin Xuege and the trickle of fresh blood flowing from his mouth, the old blood servant hurriedly nodded, trembling as he selected from the merit jade slips, managing to gather fifty merit points. In the cabinet, there were only two milky-white merit jade slips left, which were the last remaining for Yin Xuege, amounting to four merit and *illustration* points.

With this sound, all the filth on Yin Xuege's body vanished into thin air amidst a hazy silver glow, revealing skin as fair and delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade. Unlike the pallor of other members of the Yin clan, at this moment, a hint of blood color was subtly visible beneath Yin Xuege's skin.

The Yin clan possesses a blood demon physique, with every drop of blood being crucial to the blood demon. At this moment, Yin Xuege has blood flowing from his mouth, indicating that he has once again suffered a slight loss of vital energy. For an eleven-year-old child, losing more than half of his blood today is an extremely severe injury, sufficient to obliterate the achievements he has worked hard to cultivate over the past six months.

A silver moon, slightly less than a full moon, slowly rose from the east, casting its clear, water-like light across the land

A drop of blood that had stuck to his hand accidentally touched the jade cicada. Yin Xuege's hand trembled, and he struggled to wipe the jade cicada clean with his clothing. However, today he truly had no strength left in his hands; he simply could not lift this jade cicada.

The silver light swiftly circled around Yin Xuege's body several times, and his injuries instantly healed, restoring him to his peak condition.

The sound of "pa pa" echoed incessantly, as all the meridians and acupoints blocked within Yin Xuege were forcefully opened by this surge of vigorous and life-filled energy. His body shook and trembled uncontrollably, and countless layers of dark red filth emerged from his skin, quickly enveloping him in a thick layer.

When Yin Xuege had just begun to understand things and had just gained the strength to take care of herself, the old Han couple suddenly disappeared

Old Han and his wife, a pair of pitiful blood servants completely drained of their energy by the Yin clan. Yin Xuege was raised by the old Han couple since childhood, and it was precisely because of them that Yin Xuege managed to retain the last vestige of kindness in his heart, not being completely assimilated by the terrifying and cruel Yin family.

The body of the blood demon is incompatible with heaven and earth, unaffected by the five elements, and further disturbs the balance of yin and yang, being entirely a product of monstrosity. They resemble the living, yet are imbued with the aura of death; they appear as the dead, yet can walk and speak, fundamentally representing an existence that should not be found in this world.

Immediately following, the incessant sound of "tick-tock" resonated, and in an instant, thirty-six drops of azure essence coalesced in succession.

Sooner or later, I will know! Yin Xuege pressed his lips tightly together, forcefully wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and then grasped a pale silver jade cicada hanging from his chest

With a flustered gaze cast downward, the blood-stained songbird dared not look at the blood parrot any longer

However, Yin Xuege cannot allow Old Anderson and the others to show any affection towards him, nor can he let the members of the Yin clan discover his feelings for these "despicable" blood servants and blood slaves. How many blood servants and blood slaves mysteriously disappear from the Yin city-state each year? It is more than a hundred thousand. Yin Xuege is unwilling for Old Anderson and the others to become part of this.

He is, after all, merely a child, a weak one, who has not even been able to condense a single drop of blood from the blood fairy.