After signing for fifty years, I became a vampire boss

The environment inside the coffin gives people a feeling of tranquility and serenity, pure darkness will make humans fearful, but for the blood race, it is very enjoyable.

Fang Qingyan's nose twitched twice, this coffin exuded a special fragrance, which should be the characteristics of the material.

He calmed down and began meditating.

The blood and spiritual power in the body began to vibrate.

After entering the Marquis realm, Fang Qingyan found that his cultivation speed was many times slower at once, and from Marquis to Duke, it was an extremely difficult and bumpy road.

Many of the existing marquis of the Blood Clan had stepped into this realm thousands of years ago.

But to this day, they are still standing still.

A thousand years ago it was a marquis, a thousand years later it was still a marquis.

The reality is desperately cruel!

Some people divide the journey from marquis to duke into four realms: Marquis of Zero Wing, Marquis of Two Wings, Marquis of Four Wings, and Marquis of Six Wings.

Corresponding to the early, middle, late, and peak of the marquis stage, respectively.

Fang Qingyan is currently a Zero Wing Marquis.

He hasn't evolved wings yet... Or "Holy Wings".

So the gap in strength between the marquis and the marquis is also very large.

It is said that the prince-level vampire has twelve holy wings, so the prince is also called the "twelve winged blood ancestor".

It is a pity that except for the few dukes and old monsters of the seven major clans who have lived for tens of thousands of years, no one has ever seen a real prince.

Only after becoming a marquis will he personally feel how difficult it is to grow a pair of holy wings.

......

The next morning.

Fang Qingyan climbed out of the coffin, came to the window, and pushed the window open.

The brilliant sunlight spilled in, warm and pleasant, dispelling the cold and dampness.

After a night of cultivation, the progress was almost imperceptible.

At this rate, without the assistance of essence blood, he probably wouldn't want to grow six holy wings for hundreds of years.

Fang Qingyan stared at the morning sun, and suddenly had a whim.

He had tried to cultivate under the sun before, but failed, although he could temporarily absorb the sun essence fire, but the conversion rate was almost zero.

Now that he has broken through to the Marquis and entered a higher level of life, will the situation be different?

Just do it.

"Phew~"

Fang Qingyan took a deep breath, his skin was suddenly covered with a faint crimson-gold glow, and the temperature in the room rose sharply, filled with the aura of the sun essence that was the most sunny to rigid.

He transformed into the Yangyan form.

The power of the supreme sun travels through the body.

Then let go of the mind, soak up the sun and start meditating.

Gradually, wisps of the sun's essence and fire aura penetrated from the pores and merged into the qi and blood.

This time, it didn't even escape!

The body really decomposes and devours the sun essence fire.

After becoming a marquis, he can really cultivate with the help of sunlight!

"Hey, I guess it's the only vampire who can only perform 'photosynthesis' since the birth of the Blood Clan."

Fang Qingyan raised his eyebrows, and he was in an extremely happy mood.

Cultivate in a coffin at night and meditate in the sun during the day.

The dual cultivation of yin and yang means that his cultivation speed will be very fast!

"System, check in."

"Ding! Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for obtaining: will beast essence blood x1."

Fang Qingyan pouted.

He snapped his fingers, and soon there was a chirp in his ears, and Petsia flew in through the window.

"It's cheap for you."

Fang Qingyan raised his hand and threw it.

Petsia rejoiced, very excited and precise to catch this drop of orc essence blood containing powerful life energy with her beak.

"Chirp~"

It flapped its wings and affectionately rubbed its owner's hand with its head.

"Go play, don't run too far, although you are now a war beast, but a low-key person can live long... The same goes for the eagle falcon. "

Fang Qingyan instructed it.

Then he opened the door and left the house.

......

Knock knock~

There was a knock on the door, but no one responded.

After knocking again, he heard the voice of Count Kastan, who was weak and old: "In... Come on in. "

Push the door in.

"You're here to... Came to collect my body? Alas, to disappoint you, come back tomorrow Edward, I can't die today. "

He spoke like a dream, and it is estimated that his consciousness is not very clear.

The corner of Fang Qingyan's mouth twitched.

Walking up to his coffin, he said, "I went to the Bruch clan again. "

"Have you seen him?"

"See you."

"He... What he said. "

"He gave a drop of essence blood and asked me to send it to you."

Kastein's breathing was steep and heavy, and he sat up from the coffin with great difficulty, facing Fang Qingyan, but he was blind and could not see anything.

His wrinkled face was written with a thirst for life.

"Please open your mouth, Lord Count."

Kastein obediently opened his mouth, and all the teeth in his mouth were lost, including the two fangs he was proud of.

Fang Qingyan's expression was indifferent, and he stepped forward and stretched out his slender right hand.

The thumb nail easily cut a hole in the belly of the index finger, and a drop of semen blood oozed out and fell into Kastein's mouth.

The huge and extremely large life energy erupted in his body, like spring rain moisturizing all things, this energy flowed along the limbs and bones.

A drop of Marquis Essence Blood brought great changes to this dying man!

The corpse spots on the old count's face slowly faded, and his skin turned red, and finally had some blood.

"It's really Marquis Essence Blood!"

Kastanin even spoke sharply, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Edward." "

"You're welcome, this is what I should do as a housekeeper."

Fang Qingyan said lightly.

Although Kastanin did not have any great kindness to him.

But after all, he has also lived in the castle for many years, and he is more or less an acquaintance.

He was not a miserly man like the Marquis Bruch.

A small favor to a poor old man who was dying, Fang Qingyan could still do it.

A drop of essence blood can be cultivated back in a few days.

"Alas~"

A long sigh sounded in my ears.

Castanin said with a lonely face: "I don't know what the meaning of hanging like this is, Edward, do you say that I am too greedy for life and afraid of death?" Would it be a better choice to take the initiative to end your life? "

Fang Qingyan shook his head: "Everyone has their own choices, you are not like people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, who endure the torment of life and death every day, but still have to live painfully, there must be your own reasons." I'm just a housekeeper, so it's not convenient to ask more. "

Kastein was silent.

I sat there for a minute before I heard his sigh.

"Actually... This castle used to have a hostess, and I... I also have a daughter. "

Fang Qingyan's eyes widened.

Express my deep shock!

"Then why did I never hear Albert mention anything about the Countess and the Lady?"

Kastein 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 the grave with such regrets. "

"What regrets?" Fang Qingyan's gossip heart burned.

"I want to see my daughter, Elizabeth Capetian again."

Kastein said with a wry smile.

"Capeti..."

Fang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, feeling that this surname was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it at once.

Suddenly, his expression became wonderful: "Lord Count, your daughter, one of the seven major clans, a member of the Kape clan?" "

The Capetian clan, like the Bruch clan and the Revunau clan, are the seven royal families.

"Well, aren't you surprised? The royal concubine, the princess of the Capet clan, her father turned out to be an ordinary nobleman. "

Count Kastanin said with a look of embarrassment, "The story begins twenty years ago..."