Transfer

As the man was curing Zhao Lei's condition, she felt like she was in heaven.

This... this was something that she might never feel again!

And so, she started to bask in the feeling of pleasure that she got from getting cured.

The man curing her was sweating all over, hard at work to relieve Zhao Mei.

Seeing her face getting more and more pleased, the man became flustered. Of course, he would not allow himself to lose focus. Otherwise, there would be dire consequences.

This continued until Zhao Mei let out a moan. "Mmm..."

The man was startled, and was struggling to keep his focus. "Err, calm down..."

However, it did not stop there. She continued moaning as the man was losing his control over the Light energy.

The man looked at Zhao Mei and looked at the Light energy. There was only a few more! He needed to finish this before he lost his control...

Zhao Mei closed her eyes to bask more in the pleasure. If this was the only time she could feel this pleasure, might as well feel it as much as possible!

The Light energy was being tethered out of the man's invisible sphere to Zhao Mei's body, draining the sphere of its contents.

Eventually, only the remains of the cotton were left, as the last strand of Light energy went out of the sphere and went into Zhao Mei.

"Finally..." The man felt relieved, seeing as he did not have to put up with her incessant moaning anymore.

Phew! At least, my wife wouldn't nag at me today... Or would she, considering the fact that she and this girl are...

On the other hand, Zhao Mei opened her eyes in great disappointment. She wanted to experience more of that kind of feeling.

"Meimei, how are you feeling?" The man asked Zhao Mei as he caught the remains of the cotton in his hands.

"Good, I guess?" Zhao Mei responded nonchalantly.

As she said that, the man stowed the cotton away in his ring and got something else from inside.

It was a peculiar stone, one that was constantly glowing.

"Here, project your energy." The man gave it to Zhao Mei. She opened her hand and received it.

As soon as she did, she closed her palm and projected energy into it.

However, something felt weird inside her.

The Earth energy was limited...?

.....

Wu Tai looked at the assassin coldly.

His body was now separated into two parts.

The assassin was barely alive as he uttered words. "Why... y-you...!"

"Shut up." Wu Tai stared coldly before walking away.

With his words, the assassin lost the final bit of his vitality. However, before he died, he had a backup plan.

The two halves of his body suddenly emitted dark mist, floating onto the horizon.

The clouds became dark above the assassin as the dark mist increased in the sky.

Wu Tai felt an ominous premonition as he looked back towards the assassin's body.

His eyes widened.

The body stopped exuding the dark mist, but dark red mist instead.

This... his reserves of Blood energy?

Wu Tai's danger sense told him to get out of there immediately, but something was holding him back.

Maybe it was his curiosity, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, it prevented him from thinking of leaving, even though the present situation was blatantly dangerous.

Or at least, that's what would have occurred in Wu Tai's mind, were it not for the dark mist.

Before these thoughts even came to be, the mist flashed towards him, rendering him unable to move.

As he stood there completely motionless, the mist surrounded him, giving him visions.

"Ahh!" He was being shown how the assassin had retrieved his Blood energy... he massacred his own clan!

There was his mother, his father, his sister, his brother, his wife, his son, his daughter, his newlyborn child, and many more.

After that, he was shown various memories of the assassin's childhood...

Exposed to the sight, Wu Tai didn't have any reaction. His eyes were turning black as tears dropped from them.

The mist was slowly entering him through every opening, through the pores on his skin, through the mouth he had left open...

The tears coming from his eyes slowly turned red as he did not have any strength to resist.

The mist continued to enter Wu Tai, making him feel excruciating pain. However, as he was held in place, he could not scream.

Within the area, only sounds of strong winds could be heard.

Wu Tai's left leg gave in, kneeling as his other one kept standing.

His blonde hair was turning black, like the assassin's.

Next came the right leg. Both knees were buried in the sand as he sunk deeper into the dunes.

At last, all of the mist penetrated through Wu Tai's defenses.

Without the mist, the sky gradually became clear again.

Wu Tai finally moved. He stood up calmly, and brushed off the sand on his clothes.

He coughed, and spoke.

"Whew, it's been a while since I've attempted to transfer to a new body."