Chapter 2: The Blood Pact

Word of Valerian's triumph over the cultivators quickly spread throughout the village of Qingxi, carrying with it a sense of hope and a newfound belief in the power of darkness. The mortals, weary from years of oppression, saw the Vampire Lord as a beacon of liberation.

Valerian, aware of the fragile state of their trust, decided to make his intentions clear. He gathered the villagers in the central square, his commanding presence dominating the space. With a gaze that pierced through their souls, he began to speak.

"People of Qingxi, you have endured the cruelty of the cultivators for far too long. Today, I offer you a choice—a choice to break free from their chains and embrace a new path. I present to you the opportunity to join my blood sect and become part of something greater."

Whispers of excitement and curiosity swept through the crowd, mingling with a hint of trepidation. The mortals had witnessed Valerian's power firsthand, but pledging themselves to a being of the night was a decision that required careful consideration.

Valerian, sensing their hesitation, continued his address. "In joining my blood sect, you will gain access to a power beyond your wildest dreams. The blood arts, passed down through generations of vampires, will be shared with you, granting you strength, longevity, and the means to defend yourselves against the cruelty of the cultivation world."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before extending an open hand. "Those who wish to join me, step forward and make a blood pact. Embrace the darkness, and together, we shall forge a kingdom that will be feared by all."

Silence filled the air as the villagers deliberated, their gazes shifting from one another to Valerian. Slowly but steadily, one by one, individuals began to step forward, their determination shining in their eyes.

Among them was Liang, a young blacksmith known for his unwavering loyalty to the village. He had suffered at the hands of the cultivators, his dreams of a peaceful life shattered time and time again. This was his chance for retribution and the power to protect those he cared for.

Next came Mei, a widow whose husband had fallen victim to the cultivators' cruelty. She held her son tightly, vowing to create a better future for him, free from fear and oppression.

With each step, the ranks of Valerian's blood sect swelled. Mortals from all walks of life, united by their desire for change, took the blood pact, their commitment sealed in the crimson fluid that flowed through their veins.

Valerian watched, a sense of fulfillment stirring within him. The creation of his blood sect had begun, and he could feel the collective strength of his followers growing. Their loyalty would be paramount, and in return, he would grant them power beyond their imaginations.

Valerian addressed his newly formed blood sect with a final decree. "Remember this day, for it marks the beginning of our journey together. Train diligently in the blood arts, for they shall be our weapons against the cultivators. Let them tremble at the mere mention of our name—the Blood Sect."

The villagers, now disciples of the Vampire Lord, nodded in unison, their determination etched into their very souls. The second chapter concluded, setting the stage for the trials and tribulations that awaited Valerian and his blood sect as they embarked on their quest for power, vengeance, and the creation of a blood kingdom that would reshape the cultivation world.