Chapter 580: Feed Blood!

When Gu Elder asked this question, everyone was waiting for Qin Feixue's answer.

Everyone thought Qin Feixue would not refuse.

After all, this was a matter of life and death.

However, what no one expected was that Qin Feixue actually refused.

"What on earth is Qin Feixue doing? How can she refuse?"

"I've never known Qin Feixue to be such an indifferent person, refusing to save a life!"

"That's outrageous! I used to think Qin Feixue was a decent person, but she's selfish and cold‑blooded!"

Qin Feixue had long foreseen what consequences her refusal would bring.

Yet with all the unpleasant voices filling her ears, she still felt her breath tighten.

She didn't want to refuse either.

But Lu Yunfeng despises her blood, so why should she keep disgusting him?

Moreover, isn't Nan Yan's blood also Soul‑Condensing Blood?

Since she and Lu Yunfeng are so close, she would undoubtedly step forward to feed Lu Yunfeng.

Nan Yan looked at Qin Feixue's expression and curled the corner of her lips.

She knew it was her earlier words that had taken effect.

One must admit, Qin Feixue was truly foolish. She only put in a little thought and managed to be completely duped.

What Nan Yan didn't know was that Qin Feixue is actually a very clever woman; it's only when the matter involves Lu Yunfeng that her wisdom is greatly diminished.

"Everyone, stop talking about Qin Feixue like that. We should respect each person's decision. Qin Feixue has no obligation to feed blood to Brother Yunfeng."

Nan Yan shouted.

Hearing this, many Academy disciples couldn't help but praise Nan Yan for her great sense of justice.

"Since Qin Feixue is unwilling, let's use the secret method of our Dan Valley. I'll take him back to Listening Wind Pavilion right away."

Nan Yan said this while quickly signaling the two male disciples standing nearby.

Ye Qingran sensed that something was off with Nan Yan.

At this moment, Qin Feixue also frowned, feeling puzzled inside.

Clearly Nan Yan's blood could also save Lu Yunfeng; why, knowing Lu Yunfeng is in danger now, does she insist on taking him back to Listening Wind Pavilion instead of feeding blood immediately?

Could there be some hidden trick?

Qin Feixue hesitated for a moment, then asked the lingering doubt: "Nan Yan, isn't your blood also Soul‑Condensing Blood? Why don't you use your blood to feed Lu Yunfeng?"

Nan Yan, turned away from Qin Feixue, stiffened her back.

She thought the deeply shaken Qin Feixue could never bring up the matter again.

But she didn't expect…

"What's going on? Nan Yan is also Soul‑Condensing Blood?"

Everyone present was stunned.

Qin Feixue said that Nan Yan is also Soul‑Condensing Blood.

If that is the case, why didn't Ye Qingran notice it?

A flash of strange light crossed Ye Qingran's beautiful eyes.

The doubt in her heart was completely resolved the moment Qin Feixue asked that question.

"I see!"

Ye Qingran murmured.

"Oh, it's me—I've been feeling unwell lately, so I don't have the condition to donate blood."

Nan Yan forced herself to explain.

"Is that so?"

Hearing that, Nan Yan tensed up completely.

Ye Qingran curled the corner of her lips, half‑smiling, "Nan Yan, you're Soul‑Condensing Blood—how could I not know?"

Nan Yan's breath caught.

The crowd looked at Nan Yan, their eyes full of oddity.

Qin Feixue said Nan Yan is Soul‑Condensing Blood, Nan Yan herself didn't deny it; instead, Ye Qingran raised a question.

So, is Nan Yan really Soul‑Condensing Blood?

Nan Yan's mind raced, thinking of an excuse: "It's like this—my Soul‑Condensing Blood is special and can't be detected."

Ye Qingran nodded, "So that's it. You just said you were unwell and couldn't donate—what kind of unwellness? I can adjust you right now so you immediately have the condition to donate."

Nan Yan hated Ye Qingran in her heart.

If it weren't for Ye Qingran, this matter would have been settled long ago.

Damn it!

"Better drop it; my problem isn't something that can be solved in a moment."

Nan Yan brushed it off.

At this point, Qin Feixue's brows furrowed deeper.

She felt Nan Yan seemed to be deliberately refusing to feed Lu Yunfeng.

Is it deliberate refusal, or does she simply… not have Soul‑Condensing Blood?

This speculation rose in Qin Feixue's mind, flashing many scenes and voices in her head.

Could it be…

"Nan Yan, you don't have Soul‑Condensing Blood at all, do you?"

Finally, Qin Feixue straightened her chest, and her beautiful eyes were full of strange brilliance.

Her voice rang out, full of a sense of power.

Nan Yan's legs went weak, almost stunned by Qin Feixue's aura.

"Qin Feixue, I don't know what you're saying!" Nan Yan gritted her teeth, hating fiercely in her heart.

"Nan Yan, I wonder how long you'll keep talking back!"

Qin Feixue said that, then took a few steps to Lu Yunfeng's side, and without further words sliced her own wrist, letting the blood drip onto Lu Yunfeng's lips.

The moment the blood touched Lu Yunfeng, the gray, failing aura around him quivered, seeming to be dissipating.

And Lu Yunfeng himself shivered, as if yearning for more blood.

The onlookers, seeing this, involuntarily inhaled sharply.

So Qin Feixue's blood truly is Soul‑Condensing Blood!

Gu Elder saw this and trembled with excitement.

Qin Feixue has Soul‑Condensing Blood, which at least means Lu Yunfeng can be saved!

Qin Feixue gritted her teeth, moved her hand away, covering the bleeding wound, her gaze like a knife aimed at Nan Yan, "You say your Soul‑Condensing Blood is special, but no matter how special it is, it's still Soul‑Condensing Blood. Your body isn't feeling well; a few drops of blood shouldn't be a problem, right? Moreover, with Instructor Ye, the Pill Emperor, stationed here, what exactly are you afraid of?"

Everyone noticed that Qin Feixue seemed like a different person, her aura astonishing.

In contrast, Nan Yan seemed to deliberately shrink her presence, body taut, looking as if facing a great enemy.

"I…"

Just as Nan Yan was about to speak a refusal, Qin Feixue's figure flashed, roughly pulling the hand that could not be expressed and placing it before Lu Yunfeng's lips.

"Qin Feixue, what are you doing?"

No matter how Nan Yan struggled, it was of no use; Qin Feixue directly slashed her wrist.

Blood, drip drip.

Falling onto Lu Yunfeng's lips.

Everyone held their breath, waiting.

After a while, there was still no movement.