Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

Chapter 580 The Tragedy of the Blood Moon

Upon hearing this, Huai Jin's eyes trembled slightly, but he still insisted, "Yes."

“Alright, then I’ll tell you,” Fu Sheng said. “There is indeed no antidote for the Blood Demon Flower, but it’s not that there’s absolutely no way to cure it.”

Upon hearing this, Huaijin suddenly looked at her.

"Replacing the blood of the person afflicted by the Blood Demon Flower with the purest heart blood of immortals and gods—this is the only way I can think of to break the Blood Demon Flower."

“When you were bedridden, the medicine I fed you, bowl after bowl, was made from the heart blood of immortals and gods. It was the ‘medicinal guide’ that I, the master of the gods, personally extracted drop by drop by piercing the hearts of immortals and gods with a sharp blade every night.”

As Fu Sheng spoke, her tone became more and more excited, and her volume involuntarily rose. When she finished speaking the last sentence, she finally seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she calmed down.

She looked at Huaijin and said, word by word, "Now—are you satisfied?"

Fu Sheng thought he would feel ashamed when he said these words.

But after she finished speaking, she realized that she only felt a sense of relief.

These truths were like scorching embers; she had kept them hidden for half a year, enduring excruciating pain day and night. Now that they were revealed, she finally felt relieved.

However, these smoldering flames will not be extinguished; they will simply shift.

Huaijin was like a broken string on a zither, trembling uncontrollably, first his lips, then his hands, and finally his whole body.

"So, so this is the truth about the Three Blood Moons... Those three thousand immortals and gods who died, they were all... killed by you?"

Huai Jin felt as if he had been pierced by a poisoned arrow. The powerful impact made his face turn pale, and he couldn't help but back away.

He had considered that there might be something wrong with the medicine he had taken.

His senses were always sharp, and even though the deity hid it well, he could still detect the faint smell of blood in the medicine.

But he never imagined that all of them were made from his own heart's blood...

He had considered that the God must have done something, and the worst-case scenario he could have imagined was that the God had found a deity to exchange blood with him.

But he never imagined it would be his heart's blood.

I never imagined that the amount of blood from my heart would be so enormous.

“Those immortals and gods were also poisoned by the Blood Demon Flower.” Seeing Huai Jin’s reaction, Fu Sheng couldn’t help but argue, “Their blood was also contaminated, only their heart’s blood was clean. I just killed them before the Blood Demon Flower’s poison completely infected their heart’s blood.”

“Even if I don’t kill them, they will still die in the end. The tragedy of the Three Blood Moons was bound to happen sooner or later. I’m just making their deaths meaningful…”

As Huai Jin listened to Fu Sheng's explanation, the pain in his eyes deepened. When he spoke, his tone was filled with unprecedented disappointment: "Lord God, is this how you've convinced yourself for the past six months?"

As if her face had been pierced by a pair of scissors, Fu Sheng's expression changed abruptly. She couldn't tell whether it was Huai Jin's distant expression that hurt her, or the content of his words that hurt her. For the first time ever, she lost her composure:

"You think I did something wrong? There's no antidote for the Blood Demon Flower; their deaths were only a matter of time! I merely traded their deaths for your life. What did I do wrong? I killed for you, and now you're blaming me? Do you think that dying with them, everyone dying together, is the best outcome?!"