Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1240: Blessed Seed

For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then Black Fang moved at once.

The motion was so sudden that the steam around her split apart, scattering in waves. She shot to her feet faster than Quinlan could blink.

The calm, cold composure that often best described Black Fang, the ’emotionless poker face’ that made Quinlan sometimes think she might’ve had cold blood in her veins like a real serpent, was gone in an instant.

In her reckless abandon, she didn’t even notice that the towel wrapped around her privates dropped to the wooden floor. She stood before him, naked, and with sweat pouring down her glistening, pristine white skin.

However, Quinlan didn’t even look down to check her out this once.

Because there was something that demanded all of his attention.

Her wide, gorgeous violet eyes were locked onto the floating status screen, rereading the lines over and over.

But after the second re-read, they began to swirl manically as the cool veneer of her self-control was completely undone.

She looked like a predator that had just cornered the ultimate prey. She reached out toward the holographic window, her gaze fixed particularly on the line concerning ’stopped aging.’

“What mesmerizing eyes…” Quinlan couldn’t help but gasp out loud.

Black Fang, not even hearing him mutter things beneath his breath, had her fingers phase harmlessly through the projection.

Then, her lips curled upwards, not into a smile of joy or triumph, but into the most unhinged, maniacal grin Quinlan had ever seen on her face.

Her features twisted into a mask of pure disbelief and utmost exhilaration. It was the face of a true fanatic, a woman whose entire existence had just been violently validated and simplified by a single truth.

“Stopped… aging,” she whispered, the words rasping in her throat, thick with uncontainable madness.

The woman looked as if she’d found the one thing she had been looking for for whole centuries.

It was right before her eyes, in a sauna, projected onto an intangible window she didn’t even know how it could possibly exist.

But as Quinlan watched her sight, Vex’s warning of her being a real psycho rang in his head.

Black Fang’s eyes backtracked, moving up on the floating window.

“For 72 hours after getting the entity’s Blessed Seed injected into their wombs, women gain some of the unique traits…” she whispered, her voice barely a breath, but the words were filled with a terrifying reverence.

Then, abruptly, her eyes lifted from the glowing text and found him.

Her gaze started at his face, but only lingered for a moment.

It traveled down his neck, across his broad chest, settled on his lower abdomen, and then… finally landed between his legs, where Vex’s previous attempts to shield him had failed. Her eyes studied his formidable male member.

Without breaking the stare, Black Fang took a single, purposeful step forward, phasing straight through the glowing status window.

She was now standing close enough for Quinlan to feel the heat radiating from her glistening, naked skin.

He now realized that this was no cold-blooded woman, nothing like a serpent – she was burning up.

Black Fang was in a full, terrifying trance.

Her gaze remained locked on his length, and she began giggling to herself, releasing a high, unhinged sound that contained no humor, just the tremor of an obsessive mind snapping into focus.

She raised a trembling hand and reached out to touch him.

But before her fingertips could make contact, Quinlan made his move.

He shot a large quantity of cold water, hitting her directly in the face. The impact was a massive splash that momentarily enveloped her.

The shock was immediate.

Her crazed, manic expression instantly disappeared, or rather, it was forced back under the crushing weight of logic and instinct.

Her mesmerizing violet eyes blinked rapidly as her long, dark eyelashes fluttered to clear the sudden deluge.

The heat of her body met the blast of cold water, creating a sudden, thick plume of steam around her.

The unhinged psycho inside her was, for now, pushed back.

Quinlan remained seated on the bench. “And what exactly do you think you were about to do just now, Black Fang?”

Her mesmerizing violet eyes slowly tracked downwards to his exposed member and the hand that had been reaching for it.

She narrowed her gaze and snapped her hand back to her side before abruptly straightening her spine.

“Your sperm is the answer… Every 72 hours, you ’bless’ your lovers with your seed. That is the secret of their quick rise in levels. But more importantly than that…”

Her voice lowered, becoming a dangerous purr. “Through the same method, you can grant eternal youth.”

Quinlan’s lips curled upwards into a slow, challenging smirk. He shifted slightly on the sauna bench, leaning back. “And what are you going to do with that information, Black Fang? Rape me? You are many things, but will you stoop that low? I’m curious to see.”

Black Fang visibly bristled at his words, not finding them likable one bit. Her fists clenched, and she glared into his eyes, bypassing the provocation. “How old are you exactly?”

Quinlan’s smirk only deepened. “You should already know my biological age. A little less than a year ago, back when the Phenom Trials started, the Consortium’s artifact measured me to be seven weeks old. That was what set you on my trail, isn’t that correct?”

“Less than one year old…” Black Fang repeated. Her voice was laced with a strange bitterness. “And based on this text, you’re also unaging by default.”

“That is indeed the case. Unless someone ends my life, I will live forever,” Quinlan replied seamlessly. His easy attitude was clearly getting her nerves.

Black Fang took a final, deliberate step forward. She planted one foot firmly on the edge of the sauna bench next to Quinlan’s thigh. This action of hers positioned her naked body to tower directly over him.

Her gorgeous violet eyes narrowed into slits of contempt as she looked down at his seated form.

“You don’t get to judge those of us who have gone through centuries of life on this cruel plane of existence, you damned primordial baby,” she declared with her voice dropping to a low, powerful snarl.

“You will never know the pain of watching your strength fade, the misery of frailty, the slow and unstoppable decay of your power. Your perfect body will never know the aching joints, the dwindling stamina, the utter humiliation of a body that betrays the will of its master.”

She leaned down, her face mere inches from his, as she declared with utmost conviction, “An immortal does not get to judge the desperate actions of a mortal.”

Quinlan met her fierce gaze without flinching. The intensity of her stare was immense, but he remained strangely calm. One of his bounty from Zhenwu, the Still Heart, was working overtime.

“I understand that,” Quinlan said, his voice surprisingly soft but completely sincere. “Especially for a woman like you, Black Fang, who has done anything in her power to climb to the very peak of the world ever since being three years of age, this must be a truly unfair prospect. To you, aging must be a horrible joke. All you’ve worked for, all you suffered for, will soon be slowly stolen by the cruel passage of time.”

He spoke not with cruelty, but with devastating factual accuracy. “Having already lived more than four hundred years, your mesmerizing beauty will yield, probably within the next century.”

He reached up, touching her delicate shoulder, letting his fingers trail along her serpentine tattoos as he said, “This flawless, pristine skin of yours will inevitably crinkle into wrinkles.”