Chapter 406: Exhaustion (1/2)

The days passed with the flow of time, mornings came, and evenings went, and soon a month had passed.

During this month, Xue Wei had only been back to talk with his friends a few times, other than that; he had been busy mutating beasts.

One of them had died, but the other nine had survived. The one who had died was a young female. Her death was not due to lack of willpower, but because of Xue Wei being stronger than her, and the blood being too overbearing, simply killing her within a moment.

After this, the Retired Emperor made a selection of who to use the blood on. He no longer picked weaker experts; only those who were at the Earth and Sky Saint Realm were able to withstand the powerful mutation process.

As to how Hei Gou had done so, it was truly a wonder, and Xue Wei finally understood that the pain his good friend had been under was much worse than any of these beasts'.

Xue Wei was apathetic throughout the entire process. He observed the beasts writhe in pain without any expression on his face.

The three older men were slightly stunned by how cold and emotionless Xue Wei was, but upon closer thought, they understood it.

They knew the situation of the Chang'an Continent, but they were unable to participate in the battle. All sides likely chased Xue Wei after his identity was announced.

Being chased by all sides, it was natural that he was not in a position to pity others. If he spent time pitying others, he was likely to end up harming himself.

As the last beast had mutated, Xue Wei's face was slightly pale. As he stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy before he took a deep breath.

He needed to rest for some time so that he could gain some new blood. Although there were a few days between each time he shed blood, it was a lot of blood and all within a month.

His lips were pale white, and the three older men began blaming themselves for having not been attentive enough, but Xue Wei shook his head and waved his hand. ”It's nothing,” he said. ”I am going to go back and rest for a few days, and I will be fine again.”

The older men knew that he was saying this just to let them relax a little, and the words he said made them feel even more guilty.

Xue Wei knew that they were guilty, but he did not mind too much. He had indeed pushed himself a little bit more than he should, but he had lost much more blood during battles before, so although it seemed problematic, it was not that bad.

Returning to his room in the courtyard, Xue Wei did not begin cultivating. Instead, he laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

Although he had not done anything special, he was exhausted, the blood loss was making his body heavy, and his eyes were closing on their own.

The bed was soft and comfortable; he felt as if he was floating in cloud nine.