Martial Emperor of Blue Star, Turned into a Blood Slave Girl by a Vampire Princess

The young bloodkin pushed through the crowd, a silver chain in his hand dragging behind it a boy knight, battered and bruised.

The boy crawled on all fours like a dog, his back lashed with whip marks, and a collar had rubbed his neck raw—down to exposed bone.
The surrounding bloodkin commoners instinctively backed away, clearly terrified of the approaching youth.
Degrienne narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him.

He had the cultivation of early Innate Realm, true—but it was bloated and hollow, his foundation fragile.
Compared to her own strength, forged through the constant grind of the 【Desire Point System】, hammered into form through endless degradation and pain—he was nothing.
She could crush him, two entire tiers above her own cultivation.

But the moment her gaze landed on the boy crawling at his feet, rage flared in her chest.
This was how bloodkin treated humans? Worse than beasts!
“Harn Raven.”

The youth lifted his chin arrogantly, silver chain clinking in his hand. “You dared destroy property of my house. You should be chopped up and fed to the dogs—”
His eyes caught the glint of the silver collar around Degrienne’s neck. He sneered. “Oh? So you’re just someone else’s pet that got loose?”
He crouched down, yanking the boy slave forward by the chain and prying his mouth open like a piece of livestock.

“But… you’re not bad-looking. How about we breed you with my pet? The little hybrid whelp might be fun to play with.”
He smiled with mock generosity. “Do that, and I’ll let this slide.”
Isabella’s brows twitched—barely perceptible.

Her right hand melted into the shadows.
At the same time, a pale hand silently emerged behind Harn, reaching for his neck.
Harn’s spine went cold. He twisted away on instinct.

“Stand down,” Degrienne said sharply.
Isabella’s hand vanished. “Yes, ma’am.”
Two Master-ranked bodyguards stepped forward, but Harn raised a hand to stop them. “I’ll play with this little beauty myself.”
The crowd buzzed in disbelief—how could a mere Body Tempering girl stand against Harn, an Innate cultivator?

Lightning cracked in Degrienne’s palm. A blood-colored thunderwhip coiled around her arm.
The street fell dead silent.
Lightning? Bloodkin couldn’t possibly control such a yang-element force…

“Interesting!” Harn’s pupils shrank with glee. “If you lose, you’ll become my pet, how’s that?”
He licked a fang. “You’re the first woman to ever stir my heart.”
CRACK!

The thunderwhip ripped through the air. Harn didn’t even have time to react before a blackened scorch mark bloomed across his cheek.
“Bitch!” he roared.
His nails lengthened, and black wings unfurled from his back—his speed spiked in an instant.

But Degrienne seemed to have predicted his move.
She sidestepped and slammed an elbow into his spine—Harn stumbled forward and dropped to one knee.
The fight that followed left the onlookers dumbfounded.

Degrienne wielded her thunderwhip and thunderballs in perfect harmony. Though two full tiers below, she overpowered Harn blow after blow.
Every time his bloodkin regeneration healed a wound, another strike followed immediately.
But regeneration had its limits.

As her inner energy neared depletion, she suddenly staggered—faking weakness.
Predictably, Harn lunged.
BOOM!

A thunderball shot from an impossible angle, slamming into his stomach and blasting a bloody crater clean through his abdomen.
Harn collapsed to his knees, vomiting a spray of blood—laced with shredded organ matter.
“You—” His trembling hand barely lifted before Degrienne kicked him clear off his feet.

“Young Master!” The two bodyguards rushed forward.
Muscle at the edge of the bloody wound twitched and squirmed as it tried to mend, but far too slowly.
Lightning was the bane of bloodkin.

Harn struggled to his feet, still bleeding.
He wiped the blood from his mouth and began laughing—high-pitched and manic. “Grab her!”
His blood-smeared hand pointed at Degrienne. “I’ll break this wildcat in today!”

Both Master-ranked guards stepped forward. Their auras surged—like a tidal wave of pressure crashing down.
Degrienne’s breath caught.
Body Tempering… Postnatal… Innate… Master. Three full tiers apart. No amount of technique could bridge that gap.

“You’re not afraid of the person behind me?” she said with a strained laugh, though bitterness coiled in her chest.
She hated this—leaning on someone else’s power just to survive.
“Hahahaha!”

Harn burst out laughing. “In Twilight City, the Raven family is the law! I don’t care who your master is. From now on—”
He never finished.
Isabella took a single step forward.

The aura of a Grandmaster Tier Eight surged forth—an unstoppable tsunami.
The two guards staggered backward, faces draining pale. “M-Marquess-level?!”
The crowd exploded into chaos.

Harn’s expression froze—Marquess? That was the same level as his own father!
But what truly rattled him—
A Grandmaster. Willingly serving as a maid?

Even if she was a half-blood, she should’ve been a count at minimum!
He stared at Degrienne, suspicion thick in his eyes.
This silver-haired girl’s background… suddenly seemed terrifyingly deep.

To have a Marquess-level guard… and as a personal maid?
What kind of monster was her master?
Watching Harn’s expressions twist and crack, Degrienne felt a strange satisfaction surge in her chest.

So this is what it feels like to flaunt someone else’s power.
She glanced at Isabella—this maid who constantly ruined her fun didn’t seem so insufferable now.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Harn struggled to stand, bowed stiffly, and forced out the words:

“Wait! It was I who acted improperly.”
His voice still trembled with pain, but he had no choice but to lower his head.
The two guards followed suit, dropping to one knee. “Please forgive us, Your Excellency.”

Isabella turned to Degrienne. “What would you like to do?”
“Beat him up first,” Degrienne scoffed.
Harn’s face turned ashen. “My father is the Raven Marquess! No matter how noble your master is, would they really offend a Great House over two maids? When word gets out—”

He didn’t finish.
Isabella vanished—appearing in front of the two guards like a wraith.
They froze mid-motion, as if time had stopped.

Crack. Crack.
Their necks twisted 180 degrees with a sickening snap.
Bloodkin wouldn’t die from it, but with their spines snapped, they collapsed, convulsing on the ground in agony.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Harn turned to flee—but a pale hand shot out of the shadows and seized the back of his neck.
“No! My father—!”

Crack.
A third snap.
Harn dropped like a dead dog.

“Resolved,” Isabella reported calmly, flicking blood from her fingers.
Degrienne studied the silent maid, her chest tightening.
That ghostlike shadow ability… far stronger than she’d anticipated.

If she ever tried to escape, Isabella would be her greatest obstacle.
“Not bad,” she said lightly, pretending to be casual. But inside, she was already calculating countermeasures.
Then her gaze dropped to the three writhing bodies on the ground—and finally to the half-conscious slave boy.

His chest rose and fell faintly, his eyes glassy—death was close.
The sight only made Degrienne angrier.
Her crimson pupils ignited with icy fury as she scanned the gawking crowd.

The bloodkin began backing away, heads bowed. No one understood why her bloodlust had suddenly intensified.
Degrienne clenched her fists so tightly her nails cut into her palms.
Catherine… will she treat me like this someday too?

“You are Lady Catherine’s child.”
Isabella spoke softly, almost reading her thoughts. “She’s always been gentle with her children.”
“Gentle my ass.”

Degrienne snorted. Her legs had been snapped like twigs.
Isabella said no more, simply standing at her side.
Degrienne strode over to Harn, nudged his chin with the tip of her boot. “Weren’t you going to breed me? Still want to try?”

A crimson thunderball formed in her palm.
Harn stared up in horror as the sphere lowered slowly toward his chest.
“AAAAAGHHH!!”

The moment it touched him, his body convulsed violently, a shriek tearing from his throat.
But—he didn’t die.
Degrienne frowned. Something had intercepted the final blow.

A charred bat corpse slid out from under his ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) collar.
A lifesaving artifact.
“Tch. Tough bastard.”

She sneered. Lightning surged again in her palm.
Just as she prepared to finish him off, a deafening roar erupted from the end of the street.
“STOP!”

The shout carried crushing force, shattering every window on the block.
The crowd dropped to their knees. A few bloodkin even screamed and turned into bats, fleeing in terror.
“It’s the Raven Marquess!”

“Shit—shit—this is bad…”
“Run! We’ll get caught in the blast!”
Amid the chaos, Degrienne lifted her head.

A blood-colored figure streaked toward them at terrifying speed. The stone road cracked behind every step.
The pressure—far beyond Master-tier—made her hair stand on end.