Chapter 106: The News of Lilith's Death

Xingyu’s figure darted relentlessly through the countryside, tirelessly searching for any trace of Lilith. Since meeting her and the others, he had ventured out every night, seeking her until the first light of dawn forced him to hide from the sun. Yet, despite all his efforts over these many days, not a single clue of her whereabouts had emerged.

On this day, as usual, Xingyu was out searching when suddenly an oppressive and terrifying aura enveloped him.

“Who are you?” Xingyu asked, his gaze fixed on the young man standing before him. The man did nothing but silently watch, yet Xingyu was struck with such fear that he lacked the courage to resist. Trembling, he barely restrained the urge to flee and managed to speak.

“I am Lilith’s father, Prince Brooks Dracula of the Blood Clan,” the young man said softly, sending a chill through Xingyu.

“You’re the Blood Clan Prince?” Xingyu exclaimed in surprise at the introduction.

“Why not? Why can’t I be the Blood Clan Prince?” the prince asked with a faint smile.

“Nothing, it’s just that I never imagined the Blood Clan Prince would be so young,” Xingyu explained, still taken aback.

“Young?” The prince sneered dismissively. “Humans will always be humans. Even if they possess the power of the Blood Clan, they will never truly belong. Age means nothing to us.”

“Indeed, age does not matter to the Blood Clan,” Xingyu said resignedly, recalling that even Lilith appeared to be over three centuries old.

“Hmph, human boy,” the prince said coldly, ignoring Xingyu’s musings. “I didn’t come here to chat.”

“You are Lilith’s father, correct? Lilith has been captured by the White Night. You must know where she is now. Please tell me—I want to rescue her,” Xingyu pleaded anxiously.

“I do know where Lilith is. But why should I tell you? Boy, do you even realize how much suffering you’ve brought upon my daughter? Rescue her? With your current strength? What would you risk—her life to protect you?” The prince’s anger flared at Xingyu’s words.

“I...” Xingyu had no retort. Everything the prince said was true. It was Lilith who had repeatedly risked her life to keep him alive. To her, he was nothing but a burden. But could he simply give up? Could he turn a blind eye to her dangers just because he was weak? No—he couldn’t.

“Prince, please save Lilith,” Xingyu gritted his teeth and knelt before the prince. “I know I lack the power to save her myself, but with your strength, you surely can. I have no right to remain by her side. I only ask to see her safe once more, and then I will never trouble her again. So, I beg you, no matter the cost, please rescue Lilith.” He bowed his head, awaiting the prince’s judgment.

“Lilith is my daughter. If saving her is possible, I too will spare no cost,” the prince said coldly. “But this matter does not concern you. Human boy, I came only for one purpose: to reclaim my daughter’s power.”

“Lilith’s power,” Xingyu murmured, feeling the magic flowing within him—the power Lilith had bestowed to save him. It was never truly his. If surrendering it meant Lilith’s safety, he was willing. “I am willing to return this power to you. But please, you must save Lilith.”

“Hmph! I told you, Lilith’s affairs are no longer your concern.” Without mercy, the prince’s claw pierced Xingyu’s chest. Dark golden blood seeped into the prince’s palm.

Pain contorted Xingyu’s face, yet he bit back any sound. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The dark golden blood pooled in the prince’s hand, and the lifeblood inherited from Lilith within Xingyu was nearly drained. His face grew pale, as though death was imminent, yet the prince showed no sign of stopping. His daughter’s blood was sacred—how could he allow a lowly human to taint its purity? This was the prince’s sole thought.

Xingyu’s life had been ended by Lilith’s own hand, then revived through her nearly exhausted primal blood, transformed into a vampire. Now, the blood coursing through him—the legacy of Lilith—sustained his life. Should the prince extract it all, Xingyu’s life would end.

Just as the prince sought to drain the last of Lilith’s blood from Xingyu, a fierce spiritual tremor erupted within him—Lilith’s lingering soul crying out.

Sensing this, the prince halted, withdrawing his claw and casting a healing spell to close Xingyu’s wound, sparing him from death. Lilith had now only these soul fragments left in the world. But the spiritual disturbance consumed precious soul energy, and if it continued, even these remnants would vanish. If that happened, not even the prince could resurrect his daughter.

“Lilith, my daughter... even in death, you instinctively protect this human boy?” the prince whispered, a bitter smile crossing his lips. Lilith’s soul was incomplete, likely without consciousness, yet these soulless fragments shielded the human. Clearly, protecting this boy had become an instinct engraved deep within her very being. “Such a pitiable boy,” the prince muttered, glancing at Xingyu, who now lay unconscious from blood loss, and lamenting that his daughter’s heart seemed to hold this human above himself.

Time passed, and slowly, Xingyu awoke from his faint.

“Where am I? What happened?” he murmured weakly, lying on an unfamiliar bed.

“You’re awake, boy,” the prince appeared silently before him.

“Prince, where is this?” Xingyu asked.

“The Demon Realm—Lilith’s mother’s resting place,” the prince replied.

Xingyu’s pupils contracted, recalling this refuge Lilith had once led them to. He had never imagined returning—alone this time. “So it’s here,” he sighed weakly.

“Hmph, human boy, you’ve been lucky this time. I spared your life and didn’t drain you dry. Be grateful,” the prince said gruffly, still bitter over his daughter’s intervention.

“How long was I unconscious?” Xingyu asked anxiously.

“Only five days,” the prince answered carelessly.

“Five days?” Xingyu gasped weakly, trying to sit up but his frail body forbade it.

“Stay still, boy. With your current state, surviving is already a blessing. To recover, you’ll need at least ten more days,” the prince said disdainfully.

“That long? Lilith is still in White Night’s hands—I must bring her back! You’re her father, so why are you so calm knowing this?” Xingyu demanded angrily.

“You’re only the second person in years to dare yell at me,” the prince said coldly. “Don’t think that because you’re Lilith’s lover, I’ll spare you. I’d rather tear you to pieces myself. If you want to rescue Lilith from that White Night, I advise against wasting the life you barely hold. She’s no longer in his grasp.”

“She’s not with White Night?” Xingyu’s eyes widened in surprise, then joy. “So she escaped? Or did you rescue her? Where is she now?”

The prince’s gaze hardened. “She’s no longer with White Night because she’s dead.”

“What?” Xingyu froze. “You must be joking, Prince. Lilith can’t be dead. You’re joking.”

“I have no interest in jokes. Lilith died protecting you. That’s the truth,” the prince’s voice was icily final. “You should now understand what a great mercy it is that you’re still alive. I’d tear you apart if it weren’t for Lilith. I would have long ago turned you into a dry husk.”

“This can’t be true... this can’t be true...” Xingyu’s eyes lost all light as he murmured over and over.