The environment inside the coffin gave people a peaceful feeling. The pure darkness would make humans afraid, but to the vampires, it was very enjoyable.
Fang Qingyan's nose twitched. This coffin emitted a special fragrance, which should be a characteristic of the material.
He calmed down and began to meditate.
The blood and spiritual energy in his body began to move rhythmically.
After entering the Marquise realm, Fang Qingyan realized that his cultivation speed had suddenly slowed down by many times. It was an extremely difficult and bumpy road from Marquise to Duke.
Many of the Marquises of the Blood Race had already reached this realm a thousand years ago.
But even today, they were still in the same spot.
A thousand years ago, he was a marquis. A thousand years later, he was still a marquis.
Reality was so cruel that it made people despair!
Some people divided the journey from Marquis to Duke into four realms: Zero Wing Marquises, Two-winged Marquises, Four-winged Marquises, and Six-winged Marquises.
They corresponded to the beginning, middle, late, and peak of the Marquise stage.
Fang Qingyan was currently a Zero Wing Marquise.
He hadn't evolved wings yet…or rather, holy wings.
Therefore, the difference in strength between Marquises was huge.
It was said that a Prince Vampire had twelve wings, so the Prince was also known as the " Twelve-Winged Blood Ancestor."
It was a pity that no one had ever seen a real prince, except for the few old dukes who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Only after becoming a Marquise would one realize how difficult it was to grow a pair of holy wings.
……
The next morning.
Fang Qingyan climbed out of the coffin, went to the window, and pushed it open.
The bright sunlight shone in, warm and comfortable, dispelling the coldness and humidity.
After a night of cultivation, there was almost no progress.
At this rate, without the help of blood essence, he would probably not be able to grow six holy wings in a few hundred years.
Fang Qingyan stared at the morning light and suddenly had an idea.
He had tried to cultivate under the sun before, but he had failed. Although he could temporarily absorb the essence sun fire, the conversion rate was almost zero.
Now that he had become a Marquise and entered a higher level of life, would the situation be different?
He did as he wished.
"Hu ~"
Fang Qingyan took a deep breath, and her skin was suddenly enveloped in a faint layer of golden light. The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and the aura of the essence sun fire filled the air.
He transformed into his Flaming Yang Form.
The power of extreme Yang flowed through his body.
Then, he relaxed his mind and began to meditate while basking in the sunlight.
Gradually, wisps of essence sun fire entered through his pores and merged into his blood and Qi.
This time, it actually didn't dissipate!
His body had really digested and swallowed the essence sun fire.
After becoming a Marquise, he could actually use sunlight to cultivate!
" Tsk, I'm guessing that since the birth of the Sanguine, he's the only vampire who can carry out 'photosynthesizing.'”
Fang Qingyan raised her eyebrows, feeling extremely happy.
He would cultivate in the coffin at night and meditate under the sun during the day.
Yin and Yang dual cultivation meant that his cultivation speed would be very fast!
"System, sign in."
"Ding! The sign-in is successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining: General Beast Blood Essence x1."
Fang Qingyan pursed his lips.
With a snap of his fingers, an eagle's cry rang out in his ears, and Petria flew in through the window.
"You're lucky."
Fang Qingyan raised her hand and threw it.
Petria was overjoyed. He excitedly and accurately caught the orc blood essence with his beak.
"Chirp chirp ~"
It flapped its wings and rubbed its head against its master's hand affectionately.
"Go play, but don't go too far. Although you're already a warbeast, people who keep a low profile can live longer…the same goes for falcons.”
Fang Qingyan reminded it.
Then, he opened the door and left the house.
……
Dong dong dong ~
He knocked on the door, but no one answered.
He knocked again, and only then did he hear Count Castern's weak and old voice.""Come…come in."
He pushed the door open and entered.
"Are you here…to collect my corpse? Sigh, I'm going to disappoint you. Come back tomorrow, Edward. I won't die today.”
He spoke as if he was sleep-talking, and his consciousness was probably not very clear.
The corner of Fang Qingyan's mouth twitched.
"I went to the Bruchs again.”
"Did, did you see him?"
"Yes, I did."
"What…what did he say?"
"He gave me a drop of blood essence and asked me to deliver it to you.”
Castin's breathing suddenly became heavy. He struggled to sit up from the coffin and faced Fang Qingyan, but he was blind and could not see anything.
His wrinkled face was filled with the desire for life.
" Please open your mouth, Earl."
Castin obediently opened his mouth, and all his teeth fell out, including the two fangs he was proud of.
Fang Qingyan's expression was indifferent. She took a step forward and extended her slender right hand.
The fingernail of his thumb easily made a cut on the pad of his index finger. A drop of blood essence seeped out and fell into Castin's mouth.
An extremely huge amount of life force exploded in his body. It was like spring rain that nourished everything. This energy flowed through his limbs and bones.
A single drop of Marquise blood essence had brought a huge change to this dying man!
The livor mortis on the old duke's face slowly faded, and his skin was flushed red. There was finally some color in his skin.
" It really is the blood essence of a marquis!"
" Thank you, Edward." Castin spoke quickly and excitedly.”
"You're welcome. This is what I should do as a butler.”
Fang Qingyan said lightly.
Even though Kastan did not do him any favors.
However, he had lived in the castle for many years, so he was more or less an acquaintance.
He wasn't a stingy and heartless person like Marquis Bruch.
Fang Qingyan could still do a little favor to a poor old man who was dying.
It was just a drop of blood essence, and he could recover it in a few days.
"Sigh ~"
A long sigh sounded in his ears.
" I don't know why I'm hanging on like this," Castin said with a desolate expression." Edward, don't you think I'm too afraid of death?" Wouldn't it be a better choice to end his own life?”
Fang Qingyan shook his head." Everyone has their own choices. You're not like someone who's afraid of death. You suffer from torture every day, but you still have to live in pain. You must have your own reasons." I'm just a butler. It's not convenient for me to ask.”
Castin fell silent.
She sat there in a daze for a full minute before she heard him sigh.
"Actually…this castle used to have a mistress. I…I have a daughter.”
Fang Qingyan's eyes widened.
He expressed his deep shock!
"Then why haven't I heard Albert mention anything about the Countess and Miss?”
" I don't know." Castin shook his head." How could he reveal the biggest secret of my life to others?" I don't want to die because I don't want to go to my grave with such regrets.”
"What regret?" Fang Qingyan's gossipy heart was burning.
"I want to see my daughter, Elizabeth Carpe, again.”
Castin smiled bitterly.
"Cape…"
Fang Qingyan was stunned for a moment. She felt that this surname was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but she could not remember it at once.
Suddenly, his expression became extremely interesting."Earl, your daughter is from the Cape clan, one of the seven great clans?”
The Cape family, like the Brouch family and the Reverno family, were one of the seven royal families.
"Hmm, are you surprised? The daughter of the royal family, the princess of the Cape clan, her father was actually an ordinary noble.”
" It's a story from 20 years ago…" Count Castern sighed.
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