The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Sam responded with a confidt smile.

The compulsion Amelia tried to employ had no sway over him, and there were two good reasons for that. First, he was a noble dragon, which naturally dowed him with higher mtal fortitude compared to his peers.

But the second reason was the real game-changer – his Divine power, the Divine Charm.

This unique ability not only made him exceptionally good-looking but also came with other remarkable perks.

One of those perks was an ironclad mtal resilice, and it rdered him impervious to all sorts of mind-controlling and mind-related powers, skills, and abilities. In short, such tricks had zero effect on him.

Amelia, witnessing Sam's resistance to her compulsion, couldn't hide her surprise. "H-how did you resist my compulsion?" It didn't make sse to her; logically, she should have be able to compel him effortlessly. She desperately wanted answers.

Before she could make another attempt, Sam interrupted her confidtly, "Don't sweat it, your compulsion won't work on me."

"Why not?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Sam retorted, "Again, why should I tell you?"

She responded with an eye roll and a hint of irritation. "Fine, if you won't share anything about yourself, th don't expect me to reveal anything about me either." Amelia began packing her bag as if she were guinely annoyed with him.

Sam decided to drop a tidbit of information to pique her interest. "I already know who you are; you're a noble vampire and the heiress of the Scarlett clan." He leveled a serious gaze at her. "The real question is, why are you here, pretding to be a regular studt?"

Without warning, Amelia vanished from her spot and reappeared before Sam, her hands lifting him off the g by the neck. Sam was tak aback by her incredible speed; all he had se was a blur before he felt her grip a his neck, suspding him in mid-air.

"Who are you, and how did you know about me?" Amelia's eyes blazed a bright red, her grip on Sam's neck tighting ominously. "If I sse you're lying, I will snap your neck right now."

Sam struggled to breathe; her strgth was overwhelming, and he couldn't resist. But he managed to croak out a response through his labored breaths. "Fine... fine, I'll tell you. Just... let me down first." He fell to his knees as she released him, gasping for air.

"Now, tell me, how do you know who I am?" Amelia's aura surged with intsity as she pressed for answers.

Sam, still panting, explained, "I have an ability that lets me know the names and titles of anyone as long as I'm near them. That's how I found out your name and titles... Other than that, I don't know anything about you."

As Sam recounted his story to Amelia, she listed inttly while using her heighted hearing to monitor his heartbeat. She sought any sign of deception but found . Although Sam wasn't sharing the complete truth, she ssed he was guinely describing his unique ability, which made her less inclined to believe he was lying.

She sighed, realizing the gravity of her actions. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to attack you like that."

"It's okay... man, you're strong," Sam replied with a smile, acknowledging her sincerity.

Her own lips curled into a small smile at his forgiving response. "Now, will you tell me how you suddly became a cultivator?"

After a brief pause, Sam decided to share his story, revealing everything about discovering his dragon heritage, his noble lineage, and how his mother and aunt had fled the cultivation realm. He kept the part about being the master of the Codex of Supreme Immortals to himself.

Throughout their conversation, Sam realized that Amelia wasn't as cold as her exterior suggested. Once you got to know her, she was just like any other teager her age.

As Sam mtioned his parts being heirs to their respective clans, Amelia's expression changed. "So, it was you?"

"What do you mean?" Sam inquired, his brow furrowing.

"Yesterday, both the Hailstorm and Flareheart clans were searching for someone who had awaked their main bloodlines," Amelia explained. "It was basically the hot topic among cultivators today."

Sam's frown deeped as he processed this new information.

Seeing Sam's concerned expression, Amelia hasted to reassure him. "You don't have to worry. They only know that someone awaked the bloodlines, but they have no way of knowing it's you... so you should be fine for the time being."

Sam let out a relieved sigh. "You know, you're really easy to talk to."

"What do you mean?" Amelia asked, guinely curious.

"Well, you always keep your face cold," Sam explained, "It was ev hard to talk to you. Don't you know about the rumors that were spreading in the school?"

Amelia arched an eyebrow, "What rumor?"

Sam leaned in, sharing a secret with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "The one where you're known as the 'cursed girl,' and if anyone approaches you, they either d up dead or mysteriously vanish from school."

Amelia sighed in response to this revelation. "Don't believe those rumors; they're not true."

"Th what happed to those who tried to pursue you?"

"I didn't kill them or anything," Amelia replied with a wry smile. "I just compelled them to transfer to another school since they were constantly trying to court me. It was getting rather annoying."

"As for me being cold to people, it's because, you see, I get hungry every time a human is near me," Amelia explained, her tone tinged with awkwardness. She clasped her arms a her shoulders, her hands trembling like someone expericing withdrawal symptoms. It was clear she was struggling to keep her hunger in check.

"You're not like what I thought you would be like," Sam admitted.

Amelia turned her gaze toward Sam as she listed inttly.

"I always thought that vampires were scary and would kill us for our blood and stuff, but you're so collected, cute, and definitely not scary," Sam said with a warm smile, offering a differt perspective on Amelia's kind.