I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 399

At that instant, Jonathan was utterly dumbstruck.

It was true that only by not having any desires could one be truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright official could rightly condemn filthy deeds and stand passionately against injustice.

Conversely, if one was guilty, how would one dare to criticize others?

Bang! Bang!

The two Smealander teenagers swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault without putting up a resistance.

Soon, Jonathan was beaten to the ground.

The two Smealander teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning around to have fun with the young girl.

At the same time, Leahra and Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frankly, he found Jonathan's performance disappointing.

Leahra uttered nonchalantly, “Solorel, you need to be patient. Just wait and see. He will soon get over his internal conflict.”

Solorel couldn't help but get mad and heeded Leahra's advice.

Lying on the ground, Jonathan felt that he had become extremely pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he had when he was humiliated by Edward.

At that time, he could still strive to become stronger and was still able to feel rage.

However, now, he had lost even the right to be mad. My hands are now covered in the blood of innocent people. This is a pair of sin-ridden hands!

“Help me!” that Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed while the few Smealander teenagers laughed obscenely.

A scene suddenly flashed across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt the gaze of the girl.

Her eyes were filled with utter desperation and helplessness.

“No! I must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up to his feet.

Various emotions churned within him, but his desire to save another person was much more intense than the guilt he felt.

“Stop!” He strode toward the four Smealander teenagers with an icy expression on his face.

“This b*stard can really take a beating.” Two of the Smealander teenagers were enraged and charged at Jonathan, swinging their fists at him.

Jonathan retaliated, grasping the heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed them together with a bang.

Their heads exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered everywhere, forming a terrifying sight.

The other two Smealander teenagers were scared out of their wits when they witnessed what had happened. They lost control of their bladders as they spun around and fled.

A foul smell permeated the air at once.

“Do you think you can escape?” Jonathan shouted sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters in a flash like a bolt of lightning.

Crack!

He extended his fingers, penetrating the back of the two fleeing teenagers' heads effortlessly, like running a knife through butter.

Both of them died on the spot.

Jonathan had killed four people in an instant. However, he didn't feel any psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums didn't deserve any mercy, in his opinion.

At that moment, Jonathan finally understood something.

Everyone had to move forward, just like everything else in the world, including the flow of time.

If one constantly dwelled in the past, that would be a mistake. Whether the past was filled with glory or

failure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't be obsessed over it.

One must look ahead.

If someone made a mistake in the past, should they squander their life because of that error?

Jonathan took a deep breath. His eyes shone with a newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I shall gladly face them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter any injustices or atrocities.

He didn't think he had punished the four Smealander teenagers too harshly.

After all, his consumption of human blood was a desperate act for survival.

In contrast, those teenagers brutally inflicted suffering upon others for their own selfish desires.

They wouldn't die even if they didn't force themselves on the girl.

Therefore, Jonathan thought they deserved to die.

That was the manifestation of his intolerance toward evil.

Jonathan turned around and looked at the girl. Her clothes were in tatters, revealing parts of her bare skin.

Jonathan immediately took off his shirt and handed it to the girl.

That girl looked to be about eighteen, having delicate facial features and a pretty appearance, much like Gwendolyn.

At the thought of the deceased Gwendolyn, Jonathan fell into a momentary daze.

The girl stared at Jonathan fearfully. Even though he saved her, his ruthlessness still scared her.

He said indifferently, “Don't be afraid. I won't harm you.” With that, he turned around and left.

The girl put on Jonathan's shirt. A trace of restlessness surged within her, prompting her to get to her feet and say, “I'm sorry. Thank you.”

Her words were contradictory, but her intention was clear.

Jonathan was slightly taken aback, but he soon strode ahead without looking back.

He had finally gained clarity of everything and decided not to dwell on the past anymore.

After he left, Leahra said to Solorel, “What do you think?”

Solorel replied wholeheartedly, “He indeed has a tenacious character.”

Leahra elaborated, “A sword that is too sharp and hard may be potent, but it is easily broken. Jonathan possesses the right kind of tenacity, not too unyielding nor too fragile. Perhaps his future achievements won't be inferior to mine.”

Evidently, Leahra harbored the highest hopes for Jonathan.

Jonathan soon returned to Protector Condominium. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The next day, Gwendolyn's body was cremated, and her ashes were handed to her parents by a member of the Department of National Security.

Her parents were made aware of the circumstances and had already accepted the reality.

That night, Jonathan cultivated to the point of attaining the third level of the Divine Master realm.

His power had increased from five thousand kilograms to five thousand five hundred kilograms. That

was a terrifying process.

Jonathan had also figured out his plan for future cultivation. He would consume the blood of evil people. That way, he wouldn't feel uneasy.

Aside from the requirement of sucking specifically the blood of a female for the first three days, the restriction wasn't applicable afterward.

However, male vampires would benefit more from female blood, and vice versa for female vampires.

The sun was shining brightly at ten o'clock in the morning.

The blue sky adorned with white clouds was a mesmerizing sight to behold.

Protector Condominium was suddenly peaceful, with only two chefs, a nanny, Jonathan, Beatrix, and Mabel inside.

Jonathan changed into a pair of fresh clothes. He was in excellent spirits and seemed to have grown more composed too.

Mabel and Beatrix accompanied Jonathan to watch the news on the couch in the living room.

The news was broadcast in Ustranasian, so the trio had no problem understanding it.

The news inevitably covered the recent serial killings. Those murders were committed by Jonathan and Simon, including the four Smealander teenagers Jonathan killed last night.

The officials were facing a tough time investigating the crimes because they couldn't find any clues or motives.

Even if they did track down Jonathan and Simon, the duo wasn't afraid. With their skills and abilities, they were already beyond the control of the law.

Everyone achieved a tacit agreement.

It was normal for those with extraordinary capabilities to place themselves above mundane rules and regulations.

For experts like Jonathan and his peers, there were only two ways to restrict them. The first was their inner conscience, and the other was the time loop of Heavenly Law.

The more powerful the cultivator was, the more aware they were of the dire consequences of karma, so they were less willing to kill the innocent.

Naturally, there were exceptions such as Simon.

Sitting on the left side of the couch, Mabel asked Jonathan, “What do you plan to do next?”

Jonathan sipped on a cup of coffee, asking, “In which regard are you referring to?”

Mabel was stunned. It does seem like we have a lot on our plates at the moment! She asked, “About your body and how you plan to drink fresh blood for cultivation. Do you still have a problem consuming frozen blood from the hospital?”

Jonathan was already very familiar with his physical condition. “Consuming frozen blood is not an issue, but the effects are not as good. I've thought it through for the future. I'll try to consume blood from the hospital to enhance my cultivation, but if I encounter anyone who's beyond redemption, I won't hold back either.”

Beatrix asked, “Can't you drink fresh animal blood?”

Jonathan was slightly startled. “At the very least, the blood of common livestock won't work. Animals have limited intelligence and nutrients, so consuming their blood can become more of a burden.”

Beatrix pondered briefly before uttering, “So, what kind of animal would work as a substitute for human blood?”

Jonathan replied, “We don't need to think too much about that. Humans are primates in the higher animal category, so if any animal can replace humans as a source of blood, those animals can't be slaughtered indiscriminately anyway because the karma of committing those killings is no less than murdering humans.”

Animals were divided into primates and others.

For example, pigs, chickens, cows, and similar animals didn't possess spiritual wisdom, so they were positioned at the bottom of the food chain, and killing them wouldn't inflict severe karma on the murderer.

That was why the food chain was considered a Heavenly Law arrangement.

On the other hand, humans, who belonged to the primates group, were different.

“Actually, we don't have to dwell on this issue. Since all of you can drink blood without killing anyone in the future, you can set up your own blood bank so that you can consume more fresh blood, Jonathan,” Mabel suggested.

Jonathan's eyes lit up. “That's a great idea.”

Mabel sighed before adding, “The idea is indeed great, but since you won't rely much on elixir pills in the future, you won't have to proceed with the plan of establishing the base anymore since your original intention was to use the base to produce elixir pills.”

Mabel and Beatrix had hoped Jonathan would succeed in doing alchemy because they could share the benefits.

Now that Jonathan required only fresh blood for cultivation, the two couldn't help but feel a little downcast.

The situation was similar to how a group of poor people teamed up to start a business to get rich together, but now that one of them already became wealthy, it was only natural for the other two to feel despondent.

Jonathan glanced at Mabel and Beatrix and quickly said, “No. Alchemy must be practiced. My bloodline has significant effects in the short term, but it also has a major drawback. I can only convert all my mana into combat force, so I can't form my primordial spirit. However, in the cultivation of Destino Art, primordial spirit is the only right path. Therefore, we can't give up on alchemy. I'm doing this for all of you and to prepare for myself.” He paused briefly before adding, “Beyond the levels of Void Domain,

the amount of elixir pills needed will increase drastically, so it's essential to practice alchemy ourselves.”