Actually talking like that in front of Xue An, isn’t that adding fuel to the fire?
But against his expectations, Xue An still had no expression and just leisurely strolled along.
Huo’er’s heart then somewhat settled down.
But he had not noticed at all.
The ever-growing murderous intent in Xue An’s eyes.
Because all along the way, what Xue An had witnessed were scenes of cruelty beyond any ordinary person’s imagination.
Women so tortured they were no longer recognizable as human, lay dying on the ground; their sanity had completely collapsed.
But they could not die.
Because they had already become what many referred to as the "noble" blood slaves.
This bloodline bondage forced them to live in misery, never able to be released.
It was even crueler than the punishments of hell.
Yet in the mouths of these Blood Clan members.
They were only casually referred to as "rejects."
This aroused a growing desire to kill in Xue An, but he showed no sign of it outwardly, still following behind Huo’er and the others.
Soon.
They turned several corners and then arrived at a cell far more comfortable than the outside environment.
Those imprisoned here were all blood slave candidates who had not yet been presented.
There were both men and women, all looking around curiously at everything and quietly talking amongst themselves; they seemed quite excited.
And when Huo’er and his entourage walked in, all their gazes immediately turned their way.
Then they all converged on Xue An who trailed behind.
"Is this man perhaps also a gift for that esteemed Blood Clan miss?"
"He’s quite handsome, shame he’s not more delicate, I suppose the miss won’t like him!"
"Hmph, there’s another competitor!"
These murmuring voices rose and fell.
They included the young man To Ran had brought back whom they had just seen.
He looked at Xue An with disdain, his eyes full of hostility.
He was from another blood prison of the Fokana Family, and he had a very distinguished identity.
He was the prince of the largest kingdom in that domain, named Su Hao.
It was for this reason that he was one of the first to interact with To Ran, who came for the blood slave selection, and through To Ran, he obtained much information.
Especially about that clan miss, Aixi, who had just awoken from her slumber; she was the object of Su Hao’s great desire.
For these people, even To Ran, a blood servant, was already an extremely esteemed existence.
But Aixi was the miss of this family.
If one could cling to such a being, not only would power and status be within easy reach, but one could also have endless life and powerful strength.
Therefore, Su Hao was absolutely determined to win this selection.
And after entering the dungeon, he had thoroughly analyzed those who were also prepared to be offered to the miss.
Then he was convinced that no one posed a threat to him.
But what he hadn’t expected was that Xue An would appear once again.
Though this man wasn’t as "delicately beautiful" as himself, he was also very handsome and extraordinary.
The key was the calm and noble air about him that made Su Hao feel an enormous threat.
So he had not the slightest good feeling towards Xue An.
Soon.
Xue An was locked up within the dungeon.
Just before leaving, Huo’er hesitated and gave Xue An a look.
Xue An nodded slightly.
Only then did Huo’er leave, full of conflicted feelings.
Only after even the Blood Clan guards had left,
did someone come over.
"Hey, brother, where are you from?"
Xue An glanced at the person, then silently walked to a corner, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
This move by Xue An left the others exchanging perplexed looks.
The one who had just tried to strike up a conversation was especially embarrassed and soon began to whisper amongst themselves.
"What’s he putting on airs for? Coming here just to meditate?"
"Exactly, doesn’t everyone come here hoping to become a Blood Servant and gain immense power and a long life?"
Amidst these jeers,
Su Hao’s heart gradually calmed down, thinking this was just some bumpkin who hadn’t seen the world, and not worth fearing.
Then, he started to employ the eloquence he had developed as a prince, and before long he was blending in with the crowd, subtly isolating Xue An.
Xue An remained completely indifferent to these little schemes.
An elephant never bothered with the quarrels among ants.
Time ticked away, second by second.
Finally.
A crisp sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
Then a woman, clad in a tight leather outfit that showcased her svelte figure, gracefully walked in.
Following her,
were the respectfully obedient Blood Clan soldiers and figures like Huo’er and To Ran.
Such a procession made it clear to the crowd who the woman was.
She was none other than Miss Aixi of the Fokana Family.
Seeing that the lady had a figure that could make one’s blood boil and a face that stunned the room,
everyone’s desire erupted even more fervently.
If chosen, not only would one get to share a chamber with such a beautiful woman, but also secure endless benefits. Such a deal seemed too good to be true!
Therefore, these people began to brazenly flaunt themselves.
Some leaned against the dungeon’s iron bars, gazing at Aixi with pitiful eyes.
Others walked coyly, their faces flushed with feigned shyness as they tried to portray a "charming" demeanor.
Those who were good-looking did not bother too much.
But the issue was that some, despite having handsome features, were burly and radiated a masculine aura.
So, when they contorted their voices and acted coquettishly, it was enough to give onlookers goosebumps all over the floor.
Compared to this rampant folly,
Su Hao was much more pleasing to the eye.
He stood there naturally, his frame slender, his expression tinged with a touch of panic, just like a frightened Elf boy.
This scene brought a smug grin to To Ran, watching from a distance.
Because he felt that this time, he was certain to win.
Indeed.
Upon seeing Su Hao, even Aixi’s eyes lit up, and then she pointed her finger.
"Him!"
Immediately, the Blood Clan soldiers stepped forward to open the door.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Su Hao obediently stood behind Aixi.
Aixi glanced once more at the hopeful faces watching her, and, finding no one else of interest, turned to leave.
To Ran glanced somewhat smugly at Huo’er beside him, about to throw a few taunting words.
But just then, Aixi’s peripheral vision caught the sight of Xue An, who was meditating cross-legged in the corner.
She paused, taken aback.
The black-haired youth sat in silence, his features partially shrouded in the dim light, his presence mysteriously and breathtakingly beautiful.
It was as if he was a deity that had transcended the aeons, a presence one wouldn’t dare to defile in thought.
Aixi was stunned.
At the same moment, Xue An slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes, black as lacquer and as profound as the sea, appeared, and without hesitation, Aixi said,
"And him!"