Chapter 3068: Blood‑Stained Addiction 44

The messenger bat appeared, fluttering its wings, and flew a circle around him.

——Your Majesty has urgent matters; please Count Sitelande go to the underground garden to wait.

Saiyin was stunned; he had lived in Jin Chen's territory for so long, yet he had never heard of any underground garden here.

He replied, "Since it is the blood father's order, I will naturally go."

However, before that, Saiyin had been away from Eternal Night Castle for quite some time; even though he knew the other six counts were helping, the backlog of affairs must also be considerable.

Now that his mind is clear, Saiyin can only temporarily suppress his suspicions about punishment and focus on handling the territory's various affairs.

Fortunately, the six counts were indeed diligent; there were not many urgent matters requiring his immediate decision. Saiyin listened to Aidejia's brief report transmitted via the encrypted magic circle, and his mind eased somewhat.

After finishing these, night had fully fallen.

Saiyin dared not delay further; following the bat's guidance, he walked toward the hidden entrance deep within his territory.

——

The entrance was overgrown with slippery moss and vines; if it weren't for the bat stopping at the door, emitting a specific magical fluctuation that activated the hidden runes, Saiyin would never have discovered this place.

Saiyin stepped down cautiously, one step at a time.

The stone steps were long, seeming endless, and the surroundings were terrifyingly silent.

Finally, a light appeared ahead, as if the light had passed through layers of blood-colored filters.

Saiyin stepped off the last stone step, and his vision suddenly opened up, also sufficiently shocking and terrifying,

A vast underground space beyond imagination unfolded before his eyes, the high, distant ceiling faintly revealing intricate magic patterns, while the ground was an endless expanse of wildly blooming, unrestrainedly spreading blood rose sea.

A large cage floated in the center of the garden.

The cage resembled a spiked bird‑cage; through the gaps one could faintly see a soft blood‑colored blanket lining the interior, but when viewed dazedly, the blanket seemed to undulate.

And what made Saiyin's scalp tingle was the thing wrapped around and covering the entire outside of the cage.

They were countless dark‑red threads, like the thickest congealed blood, densely packed and layered, slowly writhing and tangling like living things, forming an indescribable terrifying cocoon that completely enveloped the cage.

The writhing of the blood threads produced a rustling sound, which in this silent garden seemed especially creepy.

Saiyin knew, this was…… Jin Chen's mental power made manifest.

Then, this underground garden……

A thought exploded in Saiyin's mind, flashing and making his whole body burn.

This place is probably not an ordinary garden at all.

It is more like the soul‑nurturing ground of Jin Chen as the Blood Clan Progenitor over the past nearly a thousand years.

The entire garden, even each rose, is part of his mental power, belonging to Jin Chen's extremely rich aura, like the most potent stimulant, wildly assaulting Saiyin's senses and soul.

His legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand.

Originally just slowly writhing, the countless blood threads wrapping the cage were stirred, or perhaps sensed his arrival, like a snake‑pack with a shared will, they all turned toward him in unison.

Tens of thousands of writhing dark‑red blood‑thread tips aimed at Saiyin, who stood at the entrance.

This scene was truly bizarre and terrifying; in the next moment, several relatively thin blood threads silently snaked up from the ground, winding toward Saiyin's ankles.

The slimy touch clung tightly to his skin, bringing an uncontrollable shudder; the sensation was exactly like what he had experienced in the morning‑worship hall.

But now there were more of them, the aura richer, they were luring him toward the terrifying cage at the garden's center, wrapped in countless blood threads.

Saiyin's body was utterly beyond his control—it was submission to the blood father's mental power, and also, after being kept, his addiction‑like craving for Jin Chen's aura was violently stimulated.

He slowly walked forward, his long robe unknowingly ensnared by those threads; the corrosive magical aura of the blood lines eroded it, gradually dissolving and disintegrating—first the hem, then the collar—soon the once splendid robe lay in tatters, barely covering anything.

"No……"

Saiyin tried to cover himself with his hands, but his arms were also entwined by more blood threads.

He staggered, those blood threads half‑guiding, half‑forcing him step by step toward the central cage.

The closer he got, the stronger the cage's mental pressure and Jin Chen's aura became, making resistance impossible.

Saiyin's mind went blank—not only from fear, but mostly from being completely controlled, a reaction to being so overwhelmingly surrounded and lured.

Finally, the blood threads pulled him to the cage's entrance; they automatically parted a slit, revealing the soft, long blood‑colored blanket inside, as if silently inviting him.

Saiyin bit the tip of his tongue, using the last shred of clarity to resist the desire that almost threatened to swallow him whole.

But his body made the choice first.

He lifted his trembling foot and stepped inside.

Plop——

Saiyin fell into the cage's interior, onto that unusually soft blanket that seemed able to swallow a person whole.

The cage's door, those blood threads that had split, closed again after he entered, sealing him completely inside this blood‑wrapped cage.

Around him were walls of writhing blood threads; only through the gaps could one faintly see the ever‑changing light and shadow of the outside garden.

Saiyin curled up in the soft blanket; his tattered clothing had completely dissipated upon entry, and his skin, bathed in the blood‑colored light and shadow, glowed with a pearl‑like pallor and fragility.

The finer blood threads that had entwined his body did not leave; like a living snake‑pack, they slowly roamed over him, lightly pressing against the soft flesh of his inner thighs, coiling around his waist, and even brushing his chest.

Saiyin's tears instantly filled his eyes; he clutched panic‑stricken to the slippery blanket beneath him, his gaze scattered and dazed—these blood threads are part of Jin Chen's mental power, so is he able to see everything he is now experiencing?

Or perhaps……

In fact, Jin Chen has been watching him ever since he stepped into the garden.

Saiyin felt both uneasy and ashamed, while the secret excitement of being so completely controlled and possessed by the blood father surged, nearly tearing his reason apart.

He did not know when Jin Chen would be able to return.

Saiyin couldn't help but curl up, as if that would give him a semblance of false safety, but the blood threads wandering over his body would not let him escape; they stroked his tense back, wrapped around his slender ankles, and even tentatively touched his already unbearable……

"!"

Blood Father…… where are you…… are you really…… watching?

Blood father... where are you, you really... are you watching?