Ouyang suddenly appeared before Anderson, silver sword in hand. Her presence shocked him utterly.

"Number 4 is actually still alive...."

Anderson’s low voice dripped with hatred. He glared at the familiar weapon in the young Blood Clan member’s grip. His face twisted in rage. Clothes ripped apart as he transformed into a werewolf.

Tonight’s lessons had been repeatedly disrupted by this young Blood Clan member. He’d already lost Maid Number 2. Only Numbers 1 and 3 remained. He couldn’t let her ruin his business again.

Anderson narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her weapon. That silver sword had tasted his brothers’ blood—a weapon not to be trifled with.

But this girl couldn’t even hold it steady with both hands. Nothing to fear.

"Today’s lesson ends here," he growled. "Return to your bedrooms. We continue tomorrow."

Once the last two maids fled the training room, Ouyang raised her sword. "Tomorrow?" she scoffed.

On her way here, she’d grown used to the sword’s weight. She’d tied the hilt to her right hand with cloth strips, left hand braced for support. Even if Anderson hit her, she wouldn’t lose her blade.

Ouyang glared ahead, furious and serious. Even if she couldn’t win, she’d show her spirit. She shouted, "I’ll make sure you never see tomorrow’s sun!"

As the threat left her lips, a sudden impact on her left arm sent her crashing into the opposite wall. Anderson appeared beside her instantly, catching her off guard.

Blood Clan regenerated fast, but his blow broke her left arm and several ribs instantly. Behind her, the concrete wall was smashed into a large crater.

He’d skillfully avoided her weapon. The fight had barely started, yet it already felt impossible.

Ouyang had insisted the Bloodkin Prince stay out of this. It was her battle alone.

Still, that bastard had nested in her hair. He hadn’t budged an inch from such force. Truly impressive.

No time to lose focus. Sensing murderous intent, Ouyang saw Anderson clench his fists overhead, ready to smash down. She rolled aside just in time.

Recalling her fight with the Undead, she synced her body with that past self. Back then, she’d seen strange light points on them.

Killing them didn’t require just piercing the heart.

She spotted a white light point about 13.3 centimeters below Anderson’s navel. Striking it would guarantee victory.

Anderson gave her no breath. As he charged, his body froze in place, immobilized.

"The bastard on your head is actually—"

Ouyang didn’t want his pleas. She aimed at the light point and slashed forward with her silver blade. Blood gushed instantly. With a thud, he collapsed into a pool of blood, breathless.

Ouyang took a shaky breath and plopped onto the floor. Finally, a weight lifted from her heart.

"That scared me to death..."

The Bloodkin Prince landed on Anderson’s corpse, leisurely remarking, "Rare to find someone in this castle disguised as a half-breed but truly a Mosterian. Aren’t you interested?"

"Interested in what?"

She saw him staring intently at Anderson’s neck, as if he had a plan.

"Don’t you want to grow stronger?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling. "Drink his blood."

"I can’t..." Ouyang rejected him without hesitation. She was still timid about such things.

"If you don’t drink now, someone will force you later." He sighed calmly. "The more Mosterian blood you take, the stronger you become. Humans won’t let you stay as you are."

Ouyang choked nervously, unable to take that step.

She feared that the longer she touched Mosterian blood, the further she’d drift from humanity. One day, she might never be Ouyang Qingdan again.

"The first time is hard," he said. "Let me teach you."

He leaped lightly to Anderson’s neck. After a few seconds of gulping, he flew toward her.

"If you’re scared, close your eyes."

His tempting words made her stare involuntarily. Suddenly, her eyes closed on their own.

Crap...

"Wha—what are you doing—mmph..."

Her body controlled again, Ouyang felt her lips pried open. A warm, sweet liquid flooded her mouth—deliciousness she hadn’t tasted in ages.

It came with a soft, warm thing greedily licking every corner, wrapping around her tongue, reluctant to let go.

"Heh heh," he chuckled. "Such a greedy little kitty...."

When he pulled away gently, her face was flushed. Unsatisfied, she asked in a soft, sweet voice, "I... want more..."

"So eager? Go drink it yourself."

Freed, Ouyang opened her crimson eyes slightly. Following the scent, she stared at Anderson’s corpse with utter disgust.

She didn’t want to touch him. Even her thirst vanished instantly.

Her anxious excitement calmed. That sensation had brought unprecedented pleasure. It felt all too abnormal.

"I don’t have a single drop left..."

The Bloodkin Prince, back in his little coal-ball form, perched contentedly on her hair. "If you want tastier blood, come with me. Zero District has delicious food. Blood tastes different there. The best? Dragon blood and fox blood."

"No. Not at all," Ouyang muttered angrily, face flushed from the memory. "I won’t drink that stuff again."

Staring indifferently at the corpse, she suddenly felt nauseous. The taste she’d swallowed came from this man’s blood.

Now Anderson was dead. The illegal records didn’t matter. With the mission done, Ouyang felt relieved.

With this trouble resolved, next would be...