TSFLIP Chapter 1002

The encroaching darkness finally drove Mo Feng into fear. His eyes were dull and unfocused as he asked in an aged voice, “What have you done?”

“Nothing much. I merely took back your ability.” Ming’an watched Mo Feng’s expression with interest. The always stern and unyielding President of the Council now looked utterly panicked—it was, to him, an amusing sight.

“Take back… my ability… No…” Mo Feng’s body trembled, and he fell from his chair.

It was only his rare gift that had secured his unshakable position within the Council. He couldn’t lose that power… At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was the only one left alive.

“Six hundred years ago, with Yan Luo. Three hundred years ago, with the Pureblood Purification. And now the chaos of Osiris. So many humans and vampires have died. What exactly was it all for?”

A soft laugh echoed through the dim hall. “Of course it was to reclaim the vampires’ abilities—and the souls of the vampire hunters.”

Osiris had been known as the progenitor of vampires. When he died, all the powers he possessed were dispersed among his descendants. The purer the bloodline, the stronger the ability inherited.

Tobias, the vampire hunter, had been the very soul of the Hunters’ Association. Because of him, hunters capable of standing against vampires had come into existence. So in every massacre, the ones who died in the greatest numbers were always the purebloods—and, correspondingly, the vampire hunters who perished in battle.

Ming’an was the fusion of Osiris and Tobias—yet he was neither of them. He possessed his own consciousness and will. But one thing was certain: whenever a vampire or a vampire hunter died, the abilities they carried would return to him.

Of course, with his power, he could have acted personally. Neither vampires nor hunters would have been his match. But to do so himself felt beneath his status. So he had spent three hundred years allowing the Council and the Hunters’ Association to expand.

Then he found Yan Luo.

He fed her impossible fantasies, granted her formidable abilities, helped her rise to become head of the Yan family, and let her willingly serve as his executioner. The reclamation of power brought him undeniable pleasure. But he was not shortsighted. He understood the importance of sustainability. So he resumed his identity as a hunter and personally brought Yan Luo to justice.

It was true—he had taken her heart. Not because he couldn’t bear to see her die, but because it was rare to find such an effective executioner. He froze Yan Luo’s heart and waited for the next slaughter day to arrive.

Ming’an had an obsessive fixation on numbers. Since the first slaughter day began three hundred years after his birth, he designated the same date every three centuries as a special day. He called it the Great Cleansing.

One day, while he was considering how to restore mobility to Yan Luo with only her heart remaining, he found a dying infant girl in a poor alley.

It was a snowy day. Some heartless parents had abandoned their newborn in the cold. Bored, Ming’an sat beside the baby and watched as she gradually faded, until she had only one last breath left.

Then suddenly, he had an idea.

He took the infant home and performed a minor operation. At last, Yan Luo’s heart had a place to go.

What he had forgotten was that a vampire’s heart placed inside a human body requires time to adapt and fuse. As a result, for ten years, the girl’s body developed only to the size of a one-year-old human child.