Chapter 342: More Masters?!

Su Ming walked out of the old residential complex's gate.

He lowered his head and glanced at his phone screen.

It was 6:30 p. m.

In Jiangzhou night fell early; the ornamental lamps just lit up, and the streetlights stretched pedestrians' shadows long and slanted.

Su Ming stared at the shadow on the ground for a second.

In his mind, an uncontrollable image of Zhao Xinghe sitting in a patch of light during the day flashed by.

The girl without a shadow.

And the unknown bloodline consciousness inside him that even hacks couldn't grasp.

"Go to Happiness Outer Residential Area!"

Su Ming flagged down a taxi, clean and decisive.

Neon outside the car window stretched into a ribbon of light.

Su Ming leaned against the seat back, closed his eyes, and calculated.

In his mind, he swiftly sorted through all the information he had recently gathered.

A few desperate old men in Jingcheng.

A tiger‑talisman hack that seemed to have been sent by his old man.

The bomb in the First Emperor's Tomb at Chang'an that could explode at any moment.

And the Twelve Heavenly Kings Artifacts he plucked from the Cherry Demon and Dragon Soul.

Case after case, item after item, a mess like a pot of porridge.

But chaotic as it is, the core demand is only one—

We still have to keep getting stronger, fight to the death!

Twenty minutes later.

Su Ming knocked on the door.

Zhao Gang, apron tied, holding a wok spatula, opened the door drenched in sweat.

"Mr. Su! You've returned,"

"The meal is just ready; would you like to rest first, or…"

"Just eat straight away,"

Su Ming smiled.

The folding table in the restaurant was piled high, several tiers richer than the noon spread.

Roast goose, steamed sea bass, and stir‑fried fatty intestines.

In the center sat a pot of bone‑broth soup turning milky white.

It was prepared with a hefty expense and great care.

Zhao Gang's wife rubbed her hands nervously on the apron.

In her eyes, beyond reverence, lay a mother's hope.

She hoped so desperately for her daughter to be alright.

"Shall we start then?"

Su Ming smiled and pulled out a chair.

Zhao Xinghe sat obediently, clutching a stainless‑steel spoon in her small hand, eyes fixed hungrily on the roast goose.

The empty floor from the daytime.

Now, under the restaurant's blazing white ceiling light, it remained utterly empty.

She still had no shadow.

【Empty your divine sense, I'll give you a boost!】

From within the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse, Huochai Ge's voice drifted softly.

Su Ming complied.

The next second, a subtle Homologous Aura belonging to a Top-tier Vampire faintly appeared on him.

"Hm?!"

A flash of sharp light sparked in Su Ming's eyes.

With Homologous Perception, he finally felt it!

Thread after thread of extremely fine dark‑red energy flowed from Zhao Xinghe's toes, spreading into the floor beneath her.

Chaotic and unordered, like a tangled ball of yarn.

"Brother, eat the goose leg!"

Zhao Xinghe shouted crisply.

The communal chopsticks neatly picked up a sizzling goose leg and placed it into Su Ming's bowl.

"Thank you."

Su Ming lifted the goose leg and took a bite.

His gaze, however, stayed fixed on Zhao Xinghe's right hand holding the chopsticks.

In that instant, he felt it clearly.

Xinghe's hand holding the chopsticks was covered by a faint red glow.

No, to be precise, that was another hand!

A tiny, semi‑transparent hand made purely of energy!

It overlapped perfectly with Xinghe's flesh.

Even the action of picking vegetables with force, it's that "Energy Hand" doing the work.

Good partner, dual-thread operation, right?

This meal is fun to eat.

At the dinner table, Zhao Gang and his wife barely moved their chopsticks.

Throughout, they anxiously watched Su Ming's expression.

Su Ming wasn't polite either, sweeping away two bowls of rice like a gust sweeping away clouds, then put down his utensils.

"I'm full."

Su Ming pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Xing He, take big brother to your room to play for a while?"

Zhao Xinghe's eyes lit up, and she immediately put down her spoon.

She jumped off the chair, ran over, and grabbed Su Ming's hand.

"Great!"

"I built a huge castle, big brother, come see!"

One big, one small entered the bedroom.

After accompanying her in building blocks for twenty minutes, Su Ming clapped his hands and stood up.

By relying on Huochai Ge's origin, the details have been largely understood.

That newly born spirit body seems to have no ill intent.

And now...

It's time to make a big move, to see the whole picture.

"Xing He?"

"Hmm?"

The little girl lifted her face.

"Big brother, want to play a Black Night Game with me?"

"Sure!"

Getting an affirmative, Su Ming came to the gate.

Click—!

The switch on the wall was pressed, and the bedroom instantly plunged into darkness.

Only a few strands of leaking moonlight and neon from the curtain gaps fell, mottled, on the floor.

"Xing He, don't be scared, big brother is here."

Su Ming lowered his voice.

"Big brother, I'm not scared!"

"After all, I'm not the only one here!"

"Not just one person?!"

Su Ming blinked in surprise.

'"Not just one person" refers to being with him.'

Or rather...

In her subconscious, another figure appeared?!

【Interesting.】

In his mind, Huochai Ge's lazy, hoarse voice sounded, full of the vigor after a good sleep.

【Kid, you also pull your mental power to the max, coordinate with my perception!】

【The Speaker wants to see what flavor this little thing has chewed out of the Original Clan's blood.】

Su Ming had no nonsense.

Mental power burst outward, instantly filling the whole room.

Buzz—!

The scene in his view suddenly cleared up.

Darkness was violently stripped away, the world fading to gray-white.

And in that gray-white, there was only one absolute light source.

It was Zhao Xinghe standing beside the bed!

In her tiny body……

Like a high-powered Energy Core stuffed inside, blazing blindingly.

And behind her.

A dark-red Energy Body, like a spring shoot breaking through the ground, slowly rose from the floor.

It wasn't some ferocious monster.

Nor was it a traditional vampire with bat wings.

It was an exact copy of Zhao Xinghe!

Entirely crimson, semi-transparent.

No facial details, just a rough outline.

But the aura it emitted……

Pure to the extreme!

Not a trace of bloody smell, let alone a sense of decay.

Instead, it reveals a hint of……

The exalted holiness!

Compared to him, anyone he has seen so far is……

Elegant!

【Holy shit?!】

In Su Ming's mind, the ten-thousand-year-old demon Huochai Ge blurted out a vulgar saying.

That voice, which was always calm and composed, lofty and exalted, actually cracked just now.

"How to put it? This attribute is heaven-defying?"

Su Ming questioned in his heart, while observing without changing his expression.

【Holy shit, is this a question of whether it's awesome or not?!】

In the voices of Huochai Ge and his gang, there was disbelief.

【Clan Primal Blood: violent, greedy, bloodthirsty—this is a curse etched in the genes!】

【Although I can do as I please, it's only because my strength is strong enough to suppress these things!】

【But this little girl's body doesn't seem to have this thing!】

【She has completely stripped the curse from the Source Blood!】

Huh?!

Su Ming was slightly stunned.

He seemed to have somewhat understood.

This is like someone eating a pufferfish.

Not only was he not poisoned, but he also removed the poison sac and chewed it like gum.

What he finally spat out was pure protein!

Any experts left?!