They all call me Great Master

Now he wanted to exchange a bloodline that didn't even exist to begin with.

What would the outcome be?

He would receive the 'Dark Serpent Bloodline,' while the other party got nothing.

Thinking of this outcome, Arthur looked at the other with a somewhat odd gaze.

If it wasn't for the awkward position and the uncertainty about whether there was danger to himself during this exchange process, he really would want to thank the other.

However, such a strange look obviously led to a misunderstanding.

"Noticed something different?

Without a true Awakening, you possess an intuition beyond ordinary people, which means that your bloodline, aside from having strong regenerative capabilities, also has considerable [Spirituality]!"

"I am truly looking forward to discovering what your bloodline really is!"

While speaking, the other walked around the magic circle with steady steps that carried a certain rhythm, which in Arthur's view were almost dance-like.

And, the speed was increasing.

When he reached a certain extreme, the hemp rope that had bound Arthur tightly and suspended him from the beam suddenly shook, dropping him to the floor, but before Arthur could struggle, the binding changed, positioning Arthur's palms downward, straight in front.

Then, the other raised a finger and its elongated nail swept across Arthur's palms.

Fresh blood immediately came forth.

The other grabbed Arthur's hands and pressed them to the side of the magic circle, where the white candles were located.

A sucking sensation appeared in the center of his palms.

Whoosh!

The flame, which had been flickering like a soybean, suddenly shot up over a foot high.

Arthur could keenly feel his fresh blood being drained continuously; he struggled with all his might, but it was useless.

The strength of the rope's binding, much to his dismay, exceeded all expectation.

Moreover, the speed at which the magic circle absorbed his blood was beyond belief.

In just a few seconds, Arthur felt wave after wave of dizziness.

And what followed was...

A shudder of bone-chilling cold!

The same tremor he felt just before being hit by the muck cart!

It was the scent of death!

Instinctively, Arthur struggled again.

The other watched Arthur's fierce struggle but did not get annoyed; instead, they nodded in what seemed like approval.

"Stubborn will and vitality!

It couldn't be any better!

The longer you hold on, the better the exchange effect will be!"

Watching Arthur's increasing struggle, the other couldn't help but laugh again, raising a cone-shaped bottle filled with pale silver liquid and placing it where Arthur's gaze could reach, but outside the magic circle.

This was the other's meticulous preparation, the core of their plan!

Pointing at the cone-shaped bottle, the other spoke with a proud expression—

"This is key to my plan!

It's something I've gone to great lengths to obtain!

The Hercules Silver Potion!

The legendary Hercules Silver Potion!

Anyone who takes it can perfectly awaken their innate talents, but for those who already possess talent, it's uncertain—it might enhance the existing talents or awaken new ones.

So, for you, having talent yet unawakened, you couldn't be more perfect for me!

Once the bloodline exchange is complete, the bloodline you possess will be mine!"

As they spoke, the other uncorked the Hercules Silver Potion bottle and brought it within an inch of Arthur's face.

A rich fragrance immediately invaded Arthur's nostrils.

What was that smell?

It was like the aroma of meat, the fragrance of wet earth after rain, with a hint of the unique sweetness of tea leaves.

Arthur couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.

All he knew was that it was fragrant, and he wanted to taste it.

Even in such a semi-conscious, bound state, Arthur couldn't help but open his mouth and stick out his tongue, but the other immediately took the Hercules Silver Potion back.

With a malicious laugh, the other sealed the bottle.

"It's mine!"

The other declared loudly, its whole pale face distorting strangely to produce the volume—forehead and chin trembling rapidly in opposite directions, so fast that it created a phantom image in Arthur's eyes.

After those words, the other no longer spoke, but raised their right hand and slit their left palm, pressing it firmly against another side of the magic circle.

Whoosh!

The flames on the three black candles on that side also soared.

As the six candles, both black and white, began spitting flames, the entire magic circle lit up, with a faint glow circling within the '8'-shaped magic circle, getting faster and faster.

A moment later, the circulating glow began to show faint, unusual colors.

Arthur could clearly feel the flesh and blood in his body being drawn out at an even faster rate, and more of it, powerful and chilling, being replenished.

The bone-chilling cold that brought shudders vanished!

Death gradually receded!

In its place was...

Comfort!