Slapped to Death by an Immortal Venerable from the Start, I Became a Vampire Lord

Liu Feng transmigrates to the cultivation world. He's just received his new disciple robes and is imagining an invincible life, an eternity of lonely immortality

“At the end of the immortal road, who's the peak? One glimpse of Liu Feng, and the Dao is void.”

Then darkness falls.

A giant palm blotting out the sky crashes down. The sect is destroyed, and Liu Feng dies on the spot.

When he opens his eyes again, he's a newly born vampire in a world of eternal night.

The night is endless, and the days are pitifully short. Humans are kept in blood castles and drained of blood at regular intervals like livestock.

And Liu Feng is one of the vampires.

But he has a human soul and doesn't want to drink human blood.

Fortunately, he still has his cultivation techniques.

By day, he uses the Clear Spirit Art to absorb the sun's essence and passes himself off as a “half-blood” in the world.

By night, he refines the moonlight with his cultivation techniques and devours the power of his own kind for himself.

From a “triple-nothing” nobody when he first transmigrated, with no memories, no identity, and no power, to the viscount of Dawn Town, an adjudicator on the Vampire Council, and finally the only light in the world of eternal night.

No one knows that the terrifying vampire who hunts his own kind, punishes the wicked, and ultimately ascends to the pinnacle has a human soul.

Liu Feng:

“A vampire who doesn't want to be a demon hunter isn't a good cultivator.”