Chapter 407: Seed Extraction

Tang Ling’s room was no longer peaceful.

Despite failing to wake up, the tremendous pain made him groan. The tentacles that wrapped around the Demon Infant’s body were startled by the groans and slightly shrunk back into Tang Ling’s heart.

Then, Tang Ling looked slightly better. However, in the next moment, the tentacles gave in to the temptation and sprung out further, trying to reach the Demon Infant’s body and wrapped it whole.

Boss Huang frowned. All sounds in Dvesha Moha could not escape his ears. He heard Tang Ling’s painful groans.

“What’s wrong with the kid?” Boss Huang wanted to check on Tang Ling, but he paused all of a sudden and responded with a distorted expression.

“Hmm, the kid is almost 16. Maybe he’s thinking of Higan…It would be awkward if I barged in all of a sudden.” After all, he was a pervert and he shallowly assumed every man in the world was similar.

However, Tang Ling’s painful groans grew louder and Boss Huang noticed something was not right. The second he wanted to check on Tang Ling, he heard another familiar movement.

Why is he here?

The noises that the copper-faced man made when he came to Dvesha Moha became a tune that Boss Huang bore in mind. Since the copper-faced man was here, it meant that something must have happened to Tang Ling, but with the copper-faced man’s arrival, Boss Huang no longer had to worry.

He lit a cigarette and suppressed his curiosity. He changed into his pajamas with Monty’s face on it and went to bed thinking of Madam Qing.

…

The copper-faced man entered Tang Ling’s room. He saw Tang Ling’s condition at first glance but stayed calm and did not act out of panic.

The tentacles that were wrapped around the Demon Infant body responded to the arrival of someone else in the room and shrunk back as if they were afraid of being noticed.

However, suddenly, the tentacles seemed to have found out about something. They did not go back into Tang Ling’s heart and lingered around his hand in front of his chest instead, wriggling around as they sized up the copper-faced man curiously.

The copper-faced man ignored the tentacles’ response and walked up to Tang Ling’s bed. He picked up the body of the Demon Infant and checked it, seeming to think about something. Then, the tentacles got excited all of a sudden. The tip was quivering as they slowly and hesitantly crawled towards the copper-faced man.

The copper-faced man was deep in thought while checking the Demon Infant’s body. The tentacles reached the edge of the bed and seemed to be sizing the copper-faced man up. The tip moved like a human finger and poked the man on the shoulder as if it was saying ‘hello’.

The copper-faced man turned around and looked at the tentacles. He reached out to the tentacles and the tentacles played around his fingertips happily. At times, they erected toward the copper-faced man, seemingly doubting his existence.

A heavy sigh sounded in Tang Ling’s room and the copper-faced man waved his hand, sending the tentacles back.

With the Demon Infant’s body in his hand, the copper-faced man disappeared from Tang Ling’s room.

…

The lights in the smithing room were turned on while the noise of the hearths being started and some other clunks were heard.

Ding Ling rubbed her eyes and grumbled, “What’s the boss doing at this time of the night? I’m trying to sleep here.”

Ding Dong frowned. She was unhappy after being rudely awakened. “I’ll go have a look and I’ll tell the boss to stop working at night.”

Ding Dong rolled her round body off the bed, dressed in a onesie pajamas with Monty’s picture on it. The resemblance between her face and Monty was uncanny.

“You two had better go to sleep. Tang Ling is in the smithing room. He made some mistake and I’m punishing him.” Boss Huang suddenly appeared and grabbed Ding Dong to lift her up from her sleepy steps. He gently put her back to bed.

“But the noise…” Ding Ling and Ding Dong were agitated.

“He did make a mistake, so I guess you guys will have to bear with it. Come on. Just concentrate on sleeping. You won’t hear the noise after you are asleep.” Boss Huang sat down in between the two little beds and softly stroked their tiny, round heads.

Ding Ling and Ding Dong were easy to assuage and they soon fell asleep.

As for Han Xing, his snoring had never stopped since supper. That was one less problem for Boss Huang to worry about.

“What’s he trying to do? He really does treat my Dvesha Moha like his own playground, doesn’t he?” Boss Huang grumbled as the hammering came from the smithing room, but he quickly calmed down. He leaned on the wall and his expression shifted multiple times as if he suddenly thought of something.

It must be that dead body. The active substance inside feels dangerous and sends chills down my spine. How did Tang Ling bring it back anyway? But…

Boss Huang suddenly thought of the war seed inside Tang Ling’s heart and he had a serious attack of goosebumps due to the things that he had seen in the past.

He had once witnessed that man in that particular form and knew how terrifying he could be. The sense of fear, the strange presence around that dead body, and the active substance within energized Boss Huang’s mind all of a sudden.

Given his vast knowledge and experience, he immediately thought of something but was it even possible? That thing came from the Dream Domain and it was safe to say that Tang Ling got a certain guide inside the Dream Domain. What did it mean? Why would the Dream Domain allow Tang Ling to bring that dead body back?

Tsk. What a pain, the mysterious Dream Domain!

…

The copper-faced man did not care about Boss Huang’s messy thoughts. He was concentrating on something and he was at the end of it. Finally, he stopped and sat down beside the hearth. A cigarette was lit up in his hand and he clicked on a certain switch at his mask.

The lower part of his mask popped and revealed the man’s chin. Surprisingly, his chin was not ugly at all. It was rigid, strong, and cleanly shaven but had a layer of thin stubble. He was manly and matured and it somehow emanated a rugged feeling.

The cigarette hung at his mouth as the man looked at the body of the Demon Infant in the hearth.

After tempering with it, the Demon Infant’s body started to crystalize. Unlike the other Demon Seeds, which formed black crystals, the Demon Infant’s body crystallized into a shallow red color. Upon a closer look, the body turned colorless and the red color was because of a red dot that was formed at its forehead. The reflection granted the entire crystal a shade of red.

“It’s almost done,” the man spoke to himself. He then exited the smithing room, leaving the crystalized body of the Demon Infant in the hearth to continue burning.

…

Back in Tang Ling’s room, with the tentacle gone, Tang Ling was sound asleep. He was exhausted from the dream and the discussion with Boss Huang.

It was rare for him but this deep slumber lowered his guard completely. Even when the copper-faced man stood by his bed for more than 20 seconds, he did not notice anything at all.

The copper-faced man stared at Tang Ling’s defenseless sleeping face. The gaze behind his copper mask was warm and tender but also had a tinge of hesitance.

The night grew darker and the copper-faced man finally came to a decision. He made his move and pressed on a certain part of Tang Ling’s body heavily.

Tang Ling opened his eyes all of a sudden in shock and caution.

Who…

Before he could finish his question, the copper-faced man struck Tang Ling at the back of his neck, knocking him out cold on the bed. His frightened eyes were shut once again.

“This kid almost got me.”

With Precise Instinct, Tang Ling’s reaction was undoubtedly quick and he could have fought back furiously if the copper-faced man had been any slower. However, the distance between the copper-faced man and Tang Ling was far too wide, so the latter did not stand a chance. The copper-faced man was so fast that not even Precise Instinct could capture his movements.

After being knocked out cold, Tang Ling still had a cautious expression despite falling weakly on the bed.

The copper-faced man did not care as he extended his hands and poked all over Tang Ling’s body. A while later, Tang Ling’s limbs were paralyzed, followed by his torso and ultimately his brain.

The prep work was almost done. The copper-faced man lifted Tang Ling’s sweaty shirt and exposed his chest. The man’s finger softly moved across the chest, and blood trickled as Tang Ling’s chest was cut open.

A minute later, Tang Ling’s beating heart was exposed.

“It’s too risky.” Boss Huang’s voice echoed in the room.

“You shouldn’t be here disturbing me,” the copper-faced man chided heavily. He moved his hands closer towards Tang Ling’s heart.

Despite being unconscious, Tang Ling felt tremendous anxiety, especially when the copper-faced man had his hands around his heart. Although Tang Ling was bitterly afraid, the copper-faced man did not hesitate to grab the heart. He softly pressed it and a tiny tentacle came out.

Boss Huang was nervous as he watched, but he dared not make a noise in fear of disturbing the copper-faced man.

Right after the tentacle came out, it instinctively wanted to dodge the hand, but after it sensed the copper-faced man’s presence, it remained still.

A strange aura was radiating from the copper-faced man, and slowly, more and more tentacles came out and curled up around his hand. A green sprouting seed then appeared on the man’s palm.

The seed looked rather uncomfortable after being summoned. It instinctively wanted to jump back into Tang Ling’s heart.

The copper-faced man was quiet, but Boss Huang sharply sensed that the whole room was filled with waves from the spiritual energy. It was stronger than before. Was the copper-faced man communicating with the seed?

It was an indubitable fact that a high-tier war seed had some sort of shallow consciousness.

The seed grew calmer. The tentacles that curled around the copper-faced man’s hand were actually its roots. The roots were then retracted and the seed looked bigger and puffier. It resembled a fat green bun and it was wriggling softly. It somehow looked cute when one stared at it.

“This is for the best,” said the copper-faced man as he held the seed softly.