Holy Shining Pegasus

I fought them and suffered some injuries.

Luo Qingchen looked down at her arm. The wound there had already healed, leaving not even a scar behind.

After absorbing that thing into my body, I didn't refine it right there. Instead, I chose to return to the Heavenly Demon Pavilion first.

She looked up at Gu Changyuan, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

Because in my dream, refining that thing didn't go smoothly. So I figured, if something went wrong, Master would be here to catch me.

She scratched her head and smiled sheepishly.

That's pretty much what happened.

After all, traveling to the Western Border alone and coming back injured had indeed worried everyone.

As her voice faded, the top floor fell into a brief silence.

The disciples looked thoughtful, each digesting what Luo Qingchen had just said.

Gu Changyuan nodded, inwardly praising Luo Qingchen's decision to return before trying to absorb and refine it.

After all, if the side effects of the absorption process were exactly the same, an amnesiac Luo Qingchen could have gotten lost in those ruins, creating another huge problem.

He tapped lightly, his fingertips drumming against his chair's armrest in a rhythmic manner.

A moment later, he spoke slowly.

If I'm not mistaken, that non-existent memory should have resided within your bloodline.

In order for your bloodline to complete its evolution, it sought out and sensed something of the same origin that could help you advance.

Of course, the root of all this should be because you, Qingchen, desired too deeply to grow and become stronger.

So, following your will, your bloodline independently sensed the opportunity for advancement.

Or perhaps that memory was always dormant in your bloodline, waiting to be activated when you needed to grow, to assist in your advancement.

Among Gu Changyuan's ten demon ancestor disciples, most of their races were considered extremely rare existences throughout the entire Nine Heavens Demon Realm.

For some, they were the only ones of their kind left, such as Lu Jiuyi the Luwu, Xiang Xuanyin the Xiangliu, and Bai Zeming the Bai Ze.

Their bloodlines were actually all ancient bloodlines. It was just that, suppressed by the laws of this world, they could only display the level of a Saint Bloodline.

The same was true for Luo Qingchen.

The Radiant Pegasus—throughout the entire Nine Heavens Demon Realm, the population of this race might not even number forty.

Therefore, it was not unusual for her bloodline to independently sense an advancement item of the same origin.

Bloodlines, by their very nature, thirsted for evolution even more than the cultivators themselves.

Hearing her Master's words, Luo Qingchen nodded involuntarily. A look of sudden realization dawned on her face, feeling that her Master's words made perfect sense.

By the way, my Radiant Pegasus bloodline has also changed. After my awakening, the depths of my bloodline made me aware of my new identity—

She paused, a trace of pride in her eyes.

The Holy Radiance Pegasus.

Not only that,

Luo Qingchen stood up, an eager light shining in her eyes.

I also gained a new divine ability.

With those words, Luo Qingchen willed it, and four pure white feathered wings instantly stretched out from her back.

The moment the wings spread, the atmosphere of the entire top floor seemed to be purified, becoming exceptionally fresh.

Luo Qingchen raised her right hand.

Following her movement, some feathers on her wings quivered gently, and then—

One feather, two feathers, three...

Several feathers detached from her wings, drifting lightly to her hand. They hovered in mid-air, spinning slowly.

Meanwhile, on her wings, new feathers materialized almost instantly in the places where the old ones had fallen.

My new divine ability is called the Radiant Feather Blade.

As soon as she finished speaking, she willed it again.

The feathers hovering in the air transformed in an instant.

The originally soft and lightweight feathers became incredibly sharp at this moment.

The edges of the feathers gleamed with a metallic luster, and a point of cold light gathered at their tips. They looked like blades as thin as cicada wings, hovering in the air, ready to strike.

Luo Qingchen continued,

I can control the feathers on my wings, detach them, and shoot them out as weapons to strike enemies with precision.

Furthermore, these feather blades can condense a massive amount of spiritual energy. I can detonate the spiritual energy within the feathers to create an area-of-effect attack.

Having finished her explanation, Luo Qingchen looked at her Master with expectant eyes.

Gu Changyuan looked at her expression and smiled, speaking slowly,

Integrating offense and defense, flexible and versatile. A very good divine ability. You've worked hard lately.

Hearing her Master's praise, the smile on Luo Qingchen's face instantly widened. Her eyes curved into crescents, brimming with starlight. All her previous exhaustion and pain seemed to vanish into thin air at this moment.

Qingchen, try attacking me.

As Gu Changyuan spoke, he raised his right hand, his palm facing Luo Qingchen.

Palm up, fingers slightly spread, he casually held it out in front of him.

Hearing her Master's words, Luo Qingchen didn't hesitate at all. With a thought, she controlled one of the sharpest feathers and shot it out instantly.

The feather turned into a streak of white light, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.

With a soft swish, the feather struck Gu Changyuan's palm.

As for worrying about hurting her Master?

That was simply a joke. In her heart, her Master was omnipotent. It was absolutely impossible for him to be hurt by this little attack.

The instant the feather hit his palm, Gu Changyuan immediately closed his hand.

The feather's speed was incredibly fast, but for him, it was still easy to catch.

He felt an impact on his palm—neither too strong nor too weak, right within his expected range.

Then, he opened his hand.

On his palm, a thin line of blood appeared.

It was very shallow, only breaking the topmost layer of skin. Blood didn't even have time to flow out.

Gu Changyuan had deliberately lowered his defenses.

If he had kept his defenses completely up, with his current physical strength, let alone one feather, even if a hundred or a thousand were shot at him simultaneously, they wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest.

But in that case, there would be no way to test the true power of this divine ability.

Therefore, he suppressed his defenses to a critical point where he estimated the feather's power would land, just enough to feel its lethality.

The moment that thin line of blood appeared, it instantly healed, leaving absolutely no trace.

Gu Changyuan looked at his palm, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Good sharpness.

He looked up at Luo Qingchen, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

It seems that from now on, this little girl won't feel guilty anymore about not being able to help during battles.

As soon as these words came out, Luo Qingchen's face instantly turned red.

She knew what her Master was talking about.

Back then, she had fallen into a state of internal friction, feeling that she had the worst aptitude among the ten disciples, which led to self-doubt.

Her Master had seen it all and kept it in his heart.

Now, with the Radiant Feather Blade and the Holy Radiance Pegasus bloodline, she could finally hold her own in battle.

Luo Qingchen moved her right hand slightly. With a mere thought, those feathers silently dissipated, turning into specks of fluorescent light, and then she sat back down in her seat.