27 Clouds and Thunderbolts? IV

Bei Ling decided to wait; her thoughts were the same as Xia Feng Zi's, it was just like the usual blood baptism.

The blood was completely absorbed in a matter of few minutes.

"Ugh…" Xia Feng Zi felt a violent boiling sensation swarm through every corner of her body. It was a lightening-like feeling as it lasted very little before a pleasant warmness concentrated in her back.

'This isn't a usual blood baptism, I felt I was gonna die in churning lava in that small fragment of time…' It was true, she might have collapsed after the boiling feeling faded if it weren't because the cooling brought by the pleasant warmness she was feeling.

"Huh?" Xia Feng Zi was suddenly turned around by her master.

'I hope it isn't what I'm thinking…' Bei Ling thought as she ripped Xia Feng Zi's upper clothes to see her back.

"…" Having her clothes ripped left Xia Feng Zi speechless. However, she guessed why her master had done so; her mystic mark, just as the Xia Family's mystic marks depicted in some old books, was going to appear on her back.

The white skin of her back was light pink and then, it turned dark pink as the pleasant warmness began to tickle. Small black dotes appeared and they began to gradually spread like spilt ink.

At long last, figures were formed and a vivid painting was drawn on her back.

'I hoped it wasn't till the last moment but it is. This mystic mark is…' Bei Ling thought with a frozen expression.

"Which mystic mark is it?" Feeling her back being back to normality, Xia Feng Zi asked as she turned her head back trying to see her back.

"… Umh?" As she couldn't see, she raised her sight but her master only kept staring at her back. Hence, she took out a silver mirror but what she saw wasn't what she was expecting, "Clouds and thunderbolts?"