Qi Feng smiled, staring at the old vampire for several seconds before saying, "Are you growing old and forgetful? What do I need your Ghost Emperor's blood clots for—do you expect me to turn you into a vampire as well?" The old vampire shook his head and replied, "Your lordship is a renowned Chinese cultivator, with considerable strength—far beyond the reach of a mere vampire." "Good to know," Qi the Young scoffed. "So then, don't try to impress me with your precious treasures. If you're willing to offer me something else of value, perhaps I'll consider sparing your lineage!" The old man immediately countered, "Didn't your treasures already end up in your pockets?" Qi the Young flushed slightly, realizing that the fact of emptying their treasury had already been noticed. What could he do? He didn't just want money—he wanted their lives too. After all, once they were gone, those treasures would be unclaimed. Whether he took them now or later made no difference. The old vampire looked at Isabella and smiled, saying, "Ghost King's blood—this lady is perfectly suitable!" Before Isabella could speak, Qin said, "You've missed it again. Sasha is a high noble now, with strength comparable to a viscount. She won't be eager to settle for just the blood clots left behind by your vampires!" Sasha nodded, saying, "That's right—I don't need it." "Wrong—you do," the old vampire replied. "While the bloodline looks down upon us vampires, strictly speaking, we are of the same kind. In ancient times, our Ghost King defeated dozens of bloodline masters single-handedly, draining their blood completely. Thus, the blood clots left behind by the Ghost King are actually composed mostly of bloodline blood. That's why we haven't produced another Ghost King in all these years—the ordinary vampire bodies simply can't withstand the immense energy contained within those blood clots!" Qin, the young noble, frowned, saying, "Are you making this all up?" "The old man tossed aside his cane and said, 'This is true. The Ghost Emperor is able to endure because his constitution differs from that of ordinary vampires. He is a descendant of both the Bloodline and the Vampires—not the child of a Bloodline or Vampire and a common person. Once this lady consumes the blood clot, she will immediately advance to the Count level of the Bloodline!' After speaking, he reached into the pocket of his coat and produced a finely crafted iron box, opening it with two hands as thin and dry as branches. Inside lay a deep brown gem-like object, glowing with light. Qin Feng scoffed, 'You claim it's a Ghost Emperor's blood clot—how can I believe you?' Isabella stepped in first, 'It's genuine. I can feel it!' The old man smiled, 'Indeed, someone recognizes its worth. Here's the clot—take it. In return, I ask that you spare my people from further slaughter.' " Qin Feng glanced back. Among the three ghost kings, two had perished, and several high-ranking vampires had also fallen—most of the rest were mere minor figures, so letting them live was entirely reasonable. "Deal," he nodded. The old vampire was overjoyed and tossed the iron box toward her. Isabella reached out and caught it. She placed the blood clot beneath her nose and inhaled—it carried the energy accumulated during its preservation. Meanwhile, the old vampire strained with all his might to lift the ghost king who was pressed against the wall. The female instructor swallowed the blood clot and then settled into a meditative posture, her legs folded. Qin Feng and Su Wu stood on either side of her. In truth, there was no need to worry about one another, as no one was a match for Qin’s skill. The ghost king, looking weak, asked the old vampire softly, "How can you possibly give away our most precious treasures? Those are truly our crown jewels!" "If the entire clan is wiped out, what good will a single treasure be?" "The old vampire lowered his voice: 'That thing no one can control—even the vampires themselves can't handle it. The energy inside is like a poison. Soon the woman will die, and then we'll launch a full assault on the man. The other girl will be nothing to worry about!' The Ghost King nodded, his expression noticeably improved. A black gas began to form around Isabella's body, and her delicate features gradually blurred—quite strange. Qin Feng glanced at her from time to time, finding the situation odd, though he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly where the strangeness lay. He didn't realize that within Isabella's body, a powerful energy was raging wildly. If this energy couldn't be harnessed by the end, the outcome would be extremely dangerous. The female instructor recognized that swallowing the blood clots had been impetuous, but by now, it was too late to make any changes—what remained was to fully control them. Neither the old vampire nor the remaining members of the clan dared to move." Time passed second by second, and both parties stood there, motionless, until two hours had elapsed. Suddenly, Isabel opened her eyes, her pupils instantly turning black. She stood up, her voice cold. "Old man, you've certainly outsmarted me!" The old man hadn't expected such a result, and merely chuckled, saying, "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" The beautiful officer suddenly drifted forward, her hand pressing firmly against the old man's neck, her voice cold. "The energy within the blood clots is so powerful—you never once mentioned it. Wasn't that your plan for me to die a violent, explosive death? Then I'll make you die first!" With that, she twisted her wrist, and the old man instantly expired. As the Ghost King raised his right hand, he was pierced through the chest by Qin Feng's flying sword. Combined with the wound from the ice spear, two holes now marked his body. Qin Shao had been watching closely—anyone who dared to make an unusual move would only have a one-way path to death. Su Wu had also taken action, and the three of them moved swiftly, cutting down all the remaining vampires with ease. Only then did Su Wu ask with genuine concern, "Sister Shasha, what exactly happened?" The beautiful officer replied, "The old man played a trick on us. If it weren't for my recent improvement in strength, I would have definitely been caught by now!" Qin Feng asked, "And how are you holding up now?" These powerful energies were beyond Isabel's capacity to fully absorb—they could only be temporarily contained within a specific part of her body, much like when Qin Shao had stored the energy of the Seal in his 'storage station' back then. The energies would have to be absorbed gradually over time. However, the old man was right—the very energies would indeed elevate Isabel from Viscount to Count rank. Staring at the pile of corpses scattered all around, Su Meiren quietly gagged, saying, "It's truly cruel. An entire family wiped out like this. Didn't you say that the lower-ranking ones weren't worth killing? Why leave none at all?" Qin Feng patted her shoulder, "You must be exhausted now. From now on, just stay at home and relax. I'll take care of the other vampires with Shasha!" "That won't do at all," Su Wu insisted, not wanting to be overlooked. She clutched his arm again, speaking softly, "I was only expressing my thoughts a moment ago. When you're moving out, don't leave me alone at home. Otherwise, I'll never let you off!"