661 Holy Maiden Rowena's help

The office of Lane was a gloomy and dimly-lit room located in the dungeons. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with slimy, revolting things, such as bits of animals and plants, floating in potions of varying colors. The office had a fireplace. At the moment, it was dark and empty. In a corner, Professor Lane kept his private stocks of alchemy ingredients in a cupboard.

When Gilrine, Gaya, and Lane reached the office, Lane waved his hand. The runes on the door glowed for a moment before slowly creaking open.

"Put him there," Lane said, pointing his finger at the empty oak table in the center. As Gilrine placed Michael's shaking body on the table, Lane opened his cupboard and picked up a few potions from the shelf. Gaya held Michael's hand as tight as she could. Her eyes kept forming tears seeing Michael's condition. They both didn't expect the Blood Prince to be there. Furthermore, the blood prince was at Half Immortal stage. There was no way they could have defeated the blood prince. At least, not with their current cultivation stage.

"Open his mouth," Lane ordered Gilrine. The big man squeezed Michael's jaw, opening his mouth big enough for Lane to pour a green slimy liquid into his mouth.

"Professor Lane. is he going to survive?" asked Gilrine.

"It's a miracle he's even alive," said Lane.

"Where the hell did he meet a blood prince?" Gilrine heard Professor Lane before. He was unlucky enough to know about those vile creatures. Unlike Lane, Gilrine never had to face one thanks to the gods.

Without answering Gilrine's question, Lane just glanced at Gaya. She remained silent, letting Lane treat Michael. She couldn't even cry out loud or show her care for Michael. It would lead the others to suspect her relationship with Michael, which might lead to catastrophic consequences.

"Professor Lane," Gilrine called out for Lane. He noticed Ghost's entire body smoke as though someone had set a fire under him. The temperature in the room increased by several degrees. Gilrine felt the heat radiating from his body.

"What's happening?" Gaya panicked. Michael's hands began to burn hers. They were hot enough to make Gaya release his hand.

"I need cold water," Lane said.

"Go bring me as much water as possible from the lake," Lane ordered Gaya. Although she felt reluctant to leave Michael's side, she ultimately left the room without wasting precious time. After she left the room, Michael's body began to tremble violently. His body was burning hot. Smoke emerged from every part of his body.

"Shouldn't we inform Headmaster Wulfric?" asked Gilrine. To Gilrine's surprise, Lane shook his head.

"No. The Headmaster has enough on his plate. A blood prince is the last thing he needs right now," said Lane.

"But Professor Lane. There is no cure for a wound caused by a blood prince. If we don't get all the help we need, he's going to die," Gilrine lowered his voice.

Usually, Lane would agree with Gilrine. There was indeed no cure for a wound caused by a blood prince. That was what made the blood princes the ultimate force of nature. Just a single touch from a blood prince could poison a cultivator's body from within and turn them into a puddle of blood. The Blood Princes were the pure breed of vampires. A typical vampire would suck the blood while a blood prince sucks its victim's life force itself with a single touch.

It was extremely rare for someone to survive a blood prince. But even if they did, once the blood prince touched the victim, only death awaited. Luckily for Michael, he had almost one million badass points after killing Duke Avon in front of the two armies. He ordered the system to heal his body. Otherwise, Michael would have died by now. Still, his survival depended on his willpower and body's ability to withstand the corrosion.

"He moved!" Gaya exclaimed.

"If you want me to cure you, move your finger one more time," said Rowena. To their surprise, Michael tapped the table with his index finger.

Gaya finally heaved a sigh of relief inside. If Michael wanted the cold flames, Gaya knew he must have a way to heal himself with the cold flames. She trusted him. Finally, Gaya stepped aside, letting Rowena conjure the cold flames. As soon as the icy blue flame appeared above Rowena's plan, the temperature in the room dropped to the point they could see their own breath.

When Rowena brought the flames closer to Michael's body, a thin layer of ice started to cover his skin. Slowly, Rowena pressed the flames against the burning wound on his chest. Michael's body trembled as the cold flames slowly crept into his body through the wound. Initially, Rowena felt something powerful preventing the cold flames from entering his body. But that strong force faded away, and she didn't find any resistance from his body anymore.

"I brought ice-" Gilrine entered the room with a barrel. His words were abruptly cut short when he saw Rowena in the room.

"Holy Maiden,"

"Shhh," Rowena shushed Gilrine as he quickly shut his mouth. He sneaked into the room, trying his best not to make any sound. On the other hand, Gaya didn't take her gaze away from Michael, not even for a second.

Rowena continued to send the cold flames into Michael's body, removing the blood prince's corrosion from his body. Although it looked like a simple task, a simple mistake could end the lives of everyone in the room. Rowena focused like a hawk on the task. This was the hardest task Rowena had performed in her life. Despite the cold temperature in the room, Gaya noticed Rowena sweating. Her face turned pale. Anyone with eyes should see the exhaustion on her face as clear as day.

Yet, Rowena didn't dare to lose focus. Seeing the Holy Maiden's state, Professor Lane took out a blue potion from his shelf. He waved the potion. Under their gazes, the blue potion evaporated into a cloud and enveloped Rowena. Her body quickly absorbed the cloud to revitalize itself. The treatment process lasted for twelve hours. Lane and Gilrine left the room, leaving Rowena and Gaya behind.

Eventually, the grayness in his skin disappeared. Instead, his skin glowed. Furthermore, his breathing returned to normal. Except for the burning wound on the center of his chest, the rest of his body stopped smoking out.

As Gaya was staring at Michael, the cold flames finally disappeared from Rowena's hand. Gaya looked up at Rowena.

"What happened?" asked Gaya.

"His body needs some time to heal," said Rowena.

"Keep him here. He needs the cold flames for at least a week. I will be here tomorrow at the same time," Rowena turned around. She was about to leave the room when Gaya questioned her,

"Why help him?"

Silence fell over them for a few moments.

"I owe him for saving my family,"