Battling Records of the Chosen One

C14 - The Bloody Gate

The cyan inscribing pen dipping into Lin Xun's blood was alive with its own spirit, sketching from the incomplete part of the weird pattern.

Chi chi...

An abstruse line flowed with the tip of the pen, flexible like a dancing snake and fluent like running water. The bright red color was suffused with an indescribable charm.

An ancient yellowing scroll, a weird pattern on the last page, and a cyan inscribing pen waking up from deep sleep together created a mysterious and frightening image.

Lin Xun's eyes glared due to surprise. Staring wildly at the scene, he couldn't do anything about it.

His body seemed to be controlled, and his hand that held the inscribing pen was not obedient to his command just sketching freely over the weird pattern at its own will.

It was his first time having such a weird experience, and naturally he was shocked.

He could tell that it all had something to do with the blood he coughed up, which woke the inscribing pen from its deep sleep and turned the weird pattern less simple as it looked.

For the scene happening before him, it was like an invisible hand controlling everything, completing the fragmentary, dim, intricate and chaotic weird pattern with the ancient scroll as the paper, the blood the ink, and the inscribing pen the guide.

How unbelievable was that! Lin Xun just couldn't believe what he saw!

Just a moment ago, he thought he was most likely to die this time. How could he ever imagine that such mysterious changes could be triggered by a single inadvertent act of his own?

What did all this mean?

Before he could figure it out, Lin Xun suddenly felt the blood throughout his body, as if pulled by a powerful force, flooding to his right hand.

The cyan inscribing pen in his right hand unleashed a strong sucking force and started drawing blood from his body.

Gurgling***

Lin Xun could even hear the voice of his blood flooding to the inscribing pen like a gurgling stream.

"Damn!"

Lin Xun was extremely anxious as he knew the continuous flow of blood, if not stopped, would accelerate the process of his death. He could die at any minute.

He fought franticly but it didn't work. The cyan inscribing pen kept sucking his blood steadily like an immovable mountain and sketched lines of red strokes along the weird pattern.

Face getting paler, his lips purplish and blue, Lin Xun looked as if he had lost his vitality and was showing signs of decay. How did that happen?

Was the inscribing pen going to perfect the weird pattern at the cost of his life?

Lin Xun felt anguished in heart. He had thought that this pen and scroll Master Lu left him would help him to defy the god and change his fate. Who'd ever think that, in the end, all this was killing him?

Sitting in front of the desk, Lin Xun was like a manipulated puppet, with the inscribing pen in his right hand, sketching continuously on the last page of the ancient scroll, making rustling sounds.

There was nothing but a dead silence.

Lin Xun couldn't make any sound, his face getting paler, breath weaker, and consciousness vaguer...

He couldn't stop it now; it seemed he could only wait for death.

Lin Xun never expected that death would come upon him at such an early time when he had just arrived in Ziyao Empire, settled down in Feiyun Village, and started to work hard in cultivation.