twojebook Chapter 38 - 37: Wheel of the Witch Vein_1
Chapter 38 - 37: Wheel of the Witch Vein_1
"I’m dying?"
The desert witch’s body, trembling with emotion, suddenly stiffened.
Just when she had seen hope, another heavy blow struck her.
This drastic change might be even more painful than not having any hope at all.
"This iron chain only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. It can at best delay the inevitable for a few years."
"Furthermore, do you truly desire to live in such a state where you are better off dead, suffering day by day?"
Ye Hanjun showed no emotion, observing the desert witch’s changing expressions.
That’s right. What was the difference between her and an imprisoned pig or dog?
Although she had food provided every day, and regular health checks...
If what the man said was true, deprived of freedom, devoid of hope... She was just barely clinging onto life.
"You just said, even the top scholars can’t help every Grey Flash..."
"What should I do to find the correct path and escape from this dire circumstance?"
The witch was confused, her eyes once again filled with bewilderment.
Ye Hanjun beckoned with his finger.
"Come, come over here."
"Splash——"
The desert witch hesitated a moment, dragged the heavy chain, and staggered to the railing.
"You are indeed on the brink," Ye Hanjun sighed.
The women of the desert witch clan have slender figures, the ratio between their upper and lower bodies stunningly 5:8, which fits human aesthetics.
The desert witch before him was a bit thin and short, but this part of her gene remained unchanged.
However ——The desert witches do not actually have feet!
Their thighs are made of flesh and blood, fair and soft.
But below the knees, they have false legs made of sand, only the shape of legs, without the substance of flesh and blood.
Even though their feet are bare, no matter how perfect their shape, no matter how clean their colour, no matter how jade-like their touch......
Its essence is golden sand. This fact cannot be disguised!
But now, the witch had really used these "flowing sand legs" to walk step by step.
This is contrary to Ye Hanjun’s understanding of the desert witches. According to his knowledge, the desert witch can step on the ground, making the appearance and trajectory of her footsteps identical to humans.
But they don’t like the action of "stepping", they prefer to decompose the sand under their feet, control the friction between the sand and the ground, and then push their bodies forward or backward.
Because of the visual deception, when people see them, they are like female ghosts floating on the ground, which is somewhat scary even in broad daylight.
"That method of moving needs to dedicate a small part of the spirit to maintain continuously."
"I’m too weak now, walking normally can reduce some of the pressure..."
The witch noticed where Ye Hanjun’s gaze was and awkwardly explained.
"No harm done." Ye Hanjun didn’t mind.
Looking over the desert witch’s whole body from less than thirty centimetres away, he clicked his tongue, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"If it were another species’ Grey Flash, to be honest, I wouldn’t be able to help at all."
"But fortunately, and surprisingly, you are a witch, with the Chaos Seal named ’Witch’ imprinted deep within your bloodline."
"And the allied Witch Tribe of my family lineage has indeed existed for quite some time."
"Over the lengthy period of time, the tribe gave birth to a few individuals with Incomplete Flash, and deeply researched based on this"
Ye Hanjun fixed his gaze on the desert witch’s eyes and said without reservation:
"I have a rough idea that can help you reverse your bloodline."
"What you need to know is, first, I only have the theory, I have never put it into practice, I can’t guarantee a 100% success rate."
"Second, I don’t invest at a loss, nor do I have spare time to help strangers escape from suffering and regain a new life. What does this have to do with me?"
"I understand." The desert witch lowered her head, "So, what you need... is my loyalty, right?"
"On a superficial level, you could interpret it that way."
Ye Hanjun smirked:
"Don’t think of me as being too bad."
"Compared to my clan members, I am already kind and friendly enough to be considered a breath of fresh air."
"I, in principle, don’t regard the spirits accompanying me as slaves, I prefer treating them as a brother or a stern master."
"Moreover, if you really become the first contracted spirit of an instructor, you, with your high intelligence, I would like you to protect and harm enemies using the Technique of Sand Control, and be absolutely loyal to me."
"In your free time, I will nurture you into my deputy."
"I don’t mind being a careless shopkeeper, because it’s undeniable, I will get busier in the future."
"If you can help me with the daily trivial matters, so I can have more unrestrained time, that would make me very happy."
"These seem to be... things that a Contracted Spirit should do anyway?" The desert witch was a bit bewildered.
A master who is pondering shirking duties before a contract is even signed seems a bit unreliable.
"Whatever, there’s no point thinking about it so far in the future."
Ye Hanjun waved his hand, took the Bloodsucking Dagger from his waist, and said with a resolute gaze:
"Are you ready? The first ’trial’ is about to begin."
"I hope you fight. Because if you fail, your inevitable end is to die on the spot."
"At that time, even if the Saint Beast capable of healing is teleported before you, it couldn’t possibly save you."
"And I, who am here killing a weakened Spirit, will probably be held accountable by the academy, it will be quite troublesome... Understand what I mean?"
"Huh——" The witch took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
The unease in her eyes from facing the unknown rapidly dissipated.
All that remained was the determined look of a desperate resolve.
"Great!"
Ye Hanjun, no longer speaking in the ancient witch language, reached out his right hand directly onto the shoulder of the desert witch.
"My eyesight is not yet strong enough to penetrate the flesh and observe the subtle changes within the organism."
"Having close contact, using the palm as a medium, can expand the perception area and ensure as much as possible that the operation goes without error..."
Ye Hanjun activated his sensory organs to the fullest, he even briefly gave up observing his surroundings, focusing all his attention on the Witch.
For the Witch Clan, Witch Power is the core force, not only supporting the stable operation of their lives but also bearing the absolute value of magic control.
And the Witch Power, stems from the "Wheel of the Witch Vein".
Inside every witch, there are at least seven Wheels of the Witch Vein, going from top to bottom, they are respectively: "Top Wheel", "Brow Wheel", "Throat Wheel", "Heart Wheel", "Navel Wheel", "Stomach Wheel", "Seabed Wheel".
"You have to hold on, because the next thing I’m going to do is destroy your Vein Wheel, which is bound to be a living death experience."
"Destroy the Vein Wheel?" The Desert Witch’s mouth parted slightly, her eyes grew wide, the tail of her voice trembling.
Ye Hanjun remained calm, his left hand holding the Bloodsucking Dagger spun it to create a beautiful blade flower, and he spoke calmly:
"There are experimental reports worldwide proving that damage to the Witch Vein Wheel is a heavy blow to the witch clan."
"The complete damage to the seven Vein Wheels implies the crippling of the Witch’s body, whether you were previously a clay body or a rainbow light, without magic to perform, you’ll be doomed to become the lowest waste."
"But that is only for the normal witches."
"Tribes of the allied Witch Clan, having undergone a long period of research."
"They have found the hidden conclusion that Grey Flash, the Patron of the Witch, can escape this mechanism."
"For them, the complete disruption of the seven energy centers will instead activate some inherent Bloodline Power, forcibly balancing the condition of the body, not leading to actual disability or death."
"The part of you that was activated in advance will also calm down and participate in the maintenance of your body’s life."
"And what you need to do is to ensure the stability of your spirit."
"You can only move into the second phase of reshaping once you survive the pain, and be reborn from the ashes."
Ye Hanjun’s discourse was methodical, at the end, it seemed as if he suddenly remembered something and casually said:
"Oh, and there’s one more thing."
"If you cannot endure it, you’ll die on the spot, if you endure it but fail to complete the second phase of the ritual, you’ll still blow up and die a hundred days later, with no chance of survival."
"This is the stake you must pay, without objections, I’ll begin."
"Bet on death ..." The light in Desert Witch’s eyes flickered, as if she was in undertow.
Such a high price, determined in a few words, requires immense courage as one can imagine.
But in front of her, there seemed to be only two paths.
Either go for broke, seeking opportunities for rebirth from rupture.
Or just be content with what she has, spend each day in the shadowy dirty corner, indulging in some senseless fantasies, deceiving herself and others.
"...please perform the magic, My Lord!"
The Desert Witch gritted her teeth and bowed her head.
"Pff!"
As soon as her words fell, a flash of blade light, the Bloodsucking Dagger pierced the Witch’s hat and stabbed into her skull.
"The Top Wheel, connects the nerves, is the convergence point of the seven Vein Wheels, and the collection pool of Spirits."
"Pff!"
With the second flash of blade light, the Desert Witch, who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, had lost focus in her eyes, and a large bloody hole had cracked open on her forehead.
"The Brow Wheel, known as the third eye of the Witch Clan, is the junction of the optic nerves, connecting the psychic awareness, transporting Witch Power, of paramount importance."
"Pff!"
The third flash of the blade, Bloodsucking Dagger slit open the Desert Witch’s throat, a cluster of bright yellow blood sprayed out.
Ye Hanjun in front of her had nowhere to dodge, his upper body was stained with her blood.
His eyes twitched slightly, but he kept calm, quickly delivering the fourth blow.
"Pff!"
"Pff!"
"Pff!"
...
Flashes of the blade light, leaving brilliant afterimages.
The Witch was able to grit her teeth and bear the pain at the beginning.
By the time the third blade fell, she couldn’t help but roar like a beast, her voice extremely hoarse.
When the fifth blade fell, her spirit was no longer able to hold on, she grunted and let out an ear-piercing scream that echoed through the cell.
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
The ground suddenly started shaking, the indentations hidden in the corners, radiated light without warning.
The airflow around him was instantly in chaos, Ye Hanjun’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the movements in his hands did not stop, he completed his actions meticulously and at a faster speed.
"Pff!"
The last blade fell.
With that, Heart Wheel, Navel Wheel, Stomach Wheel, Seabed Wheel - all were pierced through!
The horrific amount of bleeding, in a single breath, had soaked the entire body of the Desert Witch.
The indescribable smell of fresh blood, faintly mixed with the damp smell of earth after the rain, spread around, becoming more and more intense.
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
The seventh floor entrance, the immobile stone statues were shaking violently, the surface dust falling off crazily.
The gray rock texture on the surface seemed to be quickly wiped away by an invisible hand, the cold metallic texture got stronger and stronger.
"Clang——"
The giant sword was drawn from the ground, its desire to kill was like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.
"Who dares to disturb the balance of this place and seriously scare the crippled beast?"
"Hmm, this direction... Desert Witch?"
The man in his prime who had regained his fleshly body, with a full Heavenly Court, had a chiseled face.
Stars flickered in his eyes, as if ray patterns were flowing.
Within half a breath, he hoisted up his giant Iron Sword and ran madly in a certain direction.
"Swoosh——"
A dark figure was faster than him, moved like a ghost, as quick as lightning, swept past the head of the burly man, disappearing in the blink of an eye.