They all call me Great Master

Beneath the night sky, mocking words echoed.

The "Blood Drinker" Haibo emerged gradually in the crimson hue, becoming real—a young man of extremely handsome appearance, his pale complexion and crimson eyes did not detract from his allure; instead, they contributed a sense of eeriness.

However, below his thighs, he was still an illusion.

Everyone could see that this was a kind of shadowy figure.

But this shadowy figure possessed a physical form.

At least…

the "Spider's Claw" was plunged into his chest.

A more bizarre feeling permeated the air.

Enough to send chills down one's spine.

"Do you know about the Undying Body?"

Once again, the "Blood Drinker" Haibo spoke.

His voice was cold, and his tone carried a hint of nonchalance.

It made everyone who heard these words believe that he had the upper hand.

But the next moment—

"I know.

The Kledos Family possesses three secret techniques that can achieve the effect of undying.

If combined with a certain prop, one can become truly undying, but it requires a significant sacrifice,"

Arthur nodded and said straightforwardly.

His forthright response almost made the "Blood Drinker" Haibo lose control of his expression.

Wait, what? There's really an Undying Body?

I was just trying to use 'verbal tricks' to break down your defenses!

Then, try to take over your body!

Why are you answering so earnestly?

This script is not what it imagined!

The "Blood Drinker" Haibo was befuddled at heart.

The other party suddenly paused, not speaking.

But Arthur didn't.

Arthur knew what the "Blood Drinker" wanted to do.

He simply wanted to find another host.

If the Marquess of Ainhars wouldn't work,

then he might as well try with him.

'Does he need a body, being separated from his own?'

Arthur guessed to himself, but outwardly, he began to spout nonsense seriously—

"Of the three mystical arts of the Kledos family, the first is to completely abandon the flesh and allow the soul to absorb the moon's power, reaching a certain extreme, then absorbing the sun's power to achieve a balance between yin and yang.

The second is the selfless training of the flesh and blood body, reaching an extreme and nourishing the soul with the power released from one's flesh and blood, thus again achieving a balance between yin and yang.

As for the third?

It requires some accidents to happen.

Regardless, none resemble your current form.

So, your 'Undying Body' is false.

It must be some kind of special state's disguise,"

Arthur rambled on, captivating the "Blood Drinker" Haibo.

Balance between yin and yang, these were words it heard for the first time.

Yet, it inexplicably felt they made sense.

Balance!

Always seeking balance, it mastered 'distortion.'

That balance alone could sustain 'distortion'.

Watching the captivated "Blood Drinker" Haibo, Arthur just smiled slightly.

His words were complete nonsense, but they were crafted by combining some knowledge from his homeland with the knowledge of the mystical world before him.

Even though they were false,

they sounded quite reasonable.

However, Arthur didn't linger on this subject but rather began to shift the topic.

After all, if he continued, he was bound to be exposed.

A qualified Spirit Medium wouldn't let himself be in such an awkward and dangerous situation,

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Arthur was waiting for the 'poison on the blade' to take effect!

It was Lady Windsor's blood!

Also, it was what Arthur had just used the "Spider's Claw" to smear-the original poison had long since turned into a way to mask the blood's color and scent.

After the mixture, Lady Windsor's blood became slightly diluted.

And this pushed back the time it took for the blood to take effect a little bit.

So—

"You haven't sensed the change?"

Arthur asked, his brow furrowing.

He did not beat around the bush but asked directly.

But was this not the most correct way to delay?

No words could change the changes occurring within the body of the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

Instead of letting the other party sense it and thus changing the situation,

it was better to make the adversary believe everything was under their control.

Arthur didn't believe that the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, who had just had his "script altered" by him, could ignore him—though he seemed slightly surprised; Arthur saw the other's cunning.

But more so, it was pride.

In fact, it was indeed the case.

Facing Arthur's question, the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo chuckled lightly—

"You will never know what you are facing.

Do you think those rumors appeared by accident?

I spread them intentionally!

It was to lure fools like you!"

Just as Arthur had anticipated, the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo wore a look of having everything under control, launching a new verbal assault.

And Arthur's brow furrowed even tighter.

He said this.

"There are many rumors about the 'Blood Drinker', many of which are absurd, but the rumor that the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was severely wounded and sealed by his own bloodline is true!

Because it appears in the records of the Kledos Family.

That...

can't be wrong!"

As he spoke, Arthur raised his head to face the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

His voice was firm, his eyes unshakeable.

Arthur observed the scene that just unfolded.

He also heard words like 'how could I possibly be harmed by the same method a second time.'

Of course, Arthur also saw the 'outcome' of the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo—if the rumor wasn't true, how could the other possibly turn into a stone statue, and stay away from the mundane world?

Thus, the information held by the Marquess of Ainhars was true.

But just as the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo had said, 'how could I possibly be harmed by the same method a second time'—the other had somehow avoided that damage.

For example: Distortion!

Arthur had also received this core mystical art of 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association'.

He even had plans to study it.

Therefore, Arthur could confirm that if 'Distortion' truly reached a very high level, it really could 'twist' certain fatal damages.

But this kind of 'distortion' inevitably came with very strict limitations.

After all, it was just a twisting process, not a complete change.

Then, combined with the changes in Viscount Windsor, a bold speculation surfaced in Arthur's mind.

The 'Blood Drinker' Haibo couldn't change the result of being harmed by his progeny but had managed to 'twist' it to a degree.

For instance: only the fresh blood of female progeny could truly harm it.

Otherwise, the alteration in Viscount Windsor seemed too abrupt—in a viscount's family, the choice of an heir is taken very seriously; if Viscount Windsor had such a unique preference, then his father definitely would not have chosen him as the heir initially.

Even breeding another heir and retraining won't let the Windsor family fall into decline.

Thus, Viscount Windsor was normal initially, only to become abnormal later.

But within the Ainhars Territory, who else could influence Viscount Windsor?

Almost none.

Except…

the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, as a source of the bloodline.

'The change in oneself, that's a reminder from my own "spirituality," but Viscount Windsor did not notice this!

Most likely...

He thought he had found true love, and that's why he changed, right?

How self-absorbed and greedy.'

Arthur thought to himself, his hand rotating the "Spider's Claw."

However, the fatal damage had still not appeared on the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

Moreover, more importantly, the face of the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo displayed a hint of recognition—as if certain memories had suddenly emerged, recalling something with clarity.

Even, the next moment, Arthur heard his adversary's words—

"So that's how it is!"