Chapter 184: Second Yin Yuan, Magical Blood Offering

The white towel was positioned perfectly, covering only the midsection, while leaving other areas faintly visible, tempting the eye yet remaining just out of clear view.

It was like scratching an itch—light contact barely satisfied, only making it itch more.

Bare feet lightly tapped the floor; Yulencá gripped Louis’s hands tightly, their gazes locked, all unspoken.

Yulencá rose onto her toes.

Warm breath curled around his ear: “I’ve already perfected it.”

Hearing this, Louis no longer hesitated.

…

On the bed.

Louis stared intently at the ceiling.

Have you ever carefully studied spiders? Depending on species, they differ in abilities—some excel at biting, others at lying in wait, some at extreme adaptability…

Fortunately, Louis knew exactly what this particular creature beside him was skilled at.

Though this one appeared merely a newly matured young spider, its courage was commendable, its adaptability extraordinary—it showed no fear of pain when first spinning silk, and once the process completed, it fully let loose.

Movement, movement, acrobatic twists and turns—up and down, left and right, astonishingly agile.

Swaying, forward and back, like a fish diving and surfacing…

Performing movement in different ways, entirely self-taught—this is talent!

Accompanied by the little spider’s trembling and bending, the intense battle came to an end.

…

Louis poured a glass of water and slowly fed it to Yulencá.

Yulencá now looked as if she’d just been pulled from water, desperately needing hydration.

Feeling the surging power within, Louis did not rush to refine it; instead, he soothed Yulencá, gently stroking her smooth hair.

“Louis, when this semester ends, I’m leaving,” Yulencá said with her eyes closed.

She wrapped her arm around Louis, cheek brushing lightly against him.

Louis understood—he had planned for her to enter Harvard to pave her political future, and this year was her graduation.

Hence tonight’s events.

Even Emma’s outing and David’s candlelit dinner were likely connected to Yulencá.

Louis had guessed all of this.

“Mm, I’ll visit often.”

He remembered Harvard was quite close to MIT.

“Good, you said it—don’t you dare break your word!”

“Otherwise, I’ll go find Mary and corrupt her,” Yulencá suddenly seized Louis’s arm, pulled him close, fixed her gaze on him, and lightly licked her lips.

The advantage of a cultivator showed here—recovery strength far surpassed ordinary people.

And Yulencá now seemed dominant, just as she had been earlier.

Louis, rarely so compliant, nodded without protest, sighing, “Fine, I promise—I’ll visit you often.”

Yulencá smiled.

She rolled over and sat up.

Gripping the headboard firmly, her waist bent supplely downward.

With this motion, her curves rose, forming a perfect silhouette.

No thought needed.

What to do next was obvious.

…

As the Yin Yuan was transferred, Louis’s Yin Spirit surged violently, as if absorbing a supreme tonic, rapidly growing stronger.

It was like super fertilizer—dramatically accelerating growth.

When it ended, Louis’s Yin Spirit had solidified another ten percent.

His magic power had doubled since before; now, any spell cast would gain significant enhancement in power and duration—this was the effect of increased magic power.

Spells mattered, but magic power mattered more—once magic power grew strong, even ordinary minor spells could rival the power of major spells of the same attribute.

And the benefits of increased magic power extended further.

His body had also grown stronger under the magic power’s cleansing, his innate talent improved—this was why innate talent became more critical than comprehension in later cultivation stages.

“Huh～”

Louis’s eyes gleamed; he exhaled a white breath that shot forward three meters, lingering long without dissipating.

Slowly, he ended his cultivation.

Though the dual cultivation had been exquisite, Louis felt this cultivation session was no less satisfying—especially when his cultivation base showed clear progress, the sense of accomplishment and fulfillment was indescribable.

“No wonder cultivators all love cultivation—once immersed, it’s truly addictive.”

Louis stretched lazily, glanced at Yulencá, now asleep on a fresh sheet, tucked the blanket gently, then quietly opened the door and stepped out.

The sun was high overhead.

David had not returned.

Well, it seemed he wouldn’t return today either.

Shaking his head, Louis prepared to find Emma—he had already learned from Yulencá where Emma had gone; as for Emma’s threats?

Yulencá wasn’t afraid of her.

But Louis’s visit to Emma was not idle—he intended to check on Maria and Madison.

After all, they hadn’t seen each other all spring break; some bonding was due.

And school—ugh—he’d have to go back.

Louis patted the golden and Blackie dogs guarding the door, then stepped outside.

The familiar driver waited outside; seeing him, he hurried forward: “Young Master, Brother Yasan asked you to call him.”

?

Louis paused—he’d nearly forgotten about yesterday’s matter concerning his second uncle.

As he got into the car, he dialed his second uncle’s number.

Dum-dum—

After only two rings, the call connected immediately.

“Little Louis, what did you need yesterday?”

“Second Uncle, I need…”

“That? Easy—I just sealed a deal with Orlando’s government; accessing hospital records is no problem, and birth certificates from health departments are fine too.”

“Also, Little Louis, I think you should do one more thing.”

“Why not open a blood donation center?”

Blood donation center?

“Blood demand in England is enormous, while in America, due to mass layoffs, unemployment is skyrocketing.

According to our family’s planning division, the next few years will be the peak of this unemployment wave, especially as state welfare gets further slashed—this trend will last a long time.”

“So, blood donation centers will become a hot business—every American, even the middle class, will have to donate. And there’s profit here too: the homeless, their blood, their cheap labor, their votes…”

Louis raised an eyebrow—was his second uncle telling the truth?

“Second Uncle, you mean a lot of people will donate?”

“Of course—when survival is at stake, a quick, low-risk way to earn cash? They’ll thank you,” came the teasing tone from Yasan’s end.

Louis pondered—if true, then opening a blood donation center might not be a bad idea.

Not just for gathering information—those bloods would be useful to me!

Like the Blood River Pearl—the more essence-blood it absorbs, the heavier it becomes.

Louis’s eyes gleamed, yet he still hesitated.

His second uncle’s words were too shocking—middle-class people forced to donate? Was this really America?

Didn’t America just become the world’s dominant power?

This was surreal?

Though skeptical, Louis took his second uncle’s words to heart—he’d try setting one up.

What if it was true?

He’d make a fortune.

He hung up—the destination had arrived.

Maria’s house.

At Maria’s house, Emma, dressed in a black hooded outfit, was skewering meat with Madison, placing charcoal into the grill—clearly preparing for a barbecue.

But Maria, the host, was nowhere to be seen.

In the backyard, Maria shoveled the final load of dirt, pressed it down with the spade, nodded in satisfaction once compacted.

Her left eye darkened slightly; a harsh voice rasped from her throat: “It’s just killing one guy—why so tense? Afraid your little lover will get mad?”

Maria, who appeared pure and timid, stiffened; her voice turned cold and hard: “Alan, behave yourself—or your watch duty time gets cut.”

“Besides, I only killed a fool obsessed with lust. Even Louis wouldn’t care.”

“Tch.” Alan grunted, “I agree—this soul reeked; eating it was tasteless. But shouldn’t we try killing a few bullies? Like at school…”

The black in her left eye faded.

Maria touched her eyes. Kill the bullies? She didn’t really care—but on one condition: she couldn’t cause trouble for Louis. She was his most loyal follower; how could a follower burden the king?

That’s unacceptable!

“Maria! Are you done yet?”

“The barbecue’s almost ready—just waiting for you!”

Emma and Madison’s voices came from the front yard. Maria quickly stamped down two more handfuls of dirt and rushed forward.

She arrived at the front yard.

“Why does it take so long to deal with a corpse?”

“Yeah, we cleaned up the blood faster than you.”

Seeing the two standing around chatting as if it were none of their business, Maria curled her lips. “Why don’t you dig it up and bury it yourselves?”

Emma and Madison exchanged a glance, perfectly in sync as they flipped the skewers. “Smells amazing.”

“Hmph, that’s what Louis used to say—barbecue must be cooked with perfect heat control, the meat must be tender, and finally, dusted with chili powder and cumin. When done right, it’s incredibly fragrant.”

“But he never had much time to make it. Now, hmph...”

“Now it’s mine.”

A hand reached out and snatched the skewer just as Emma was about to put it in her mouth.

There stood Louis beside them, smiling as he bit into the skewer in his hand.

“Well done—tender, fragrant, juicy. Emma, if you can cook like this, why didn’t you say so sooner?”

(End of Chapter)