Chapter 28 (1/2)

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Lordbluefire

After his grandfather’s birthday celebration, he once promised two things to Xia Yuan.

First, after the martial pavilion’s repeat competition, he would reveal to Xia Yuan how he had broken through the fourth radiance-level of the minor constellation stage and the origin of the Tranquil Heart Divine Water.

Secondly, he would give Xia Yuan a gift.

“This is my gift for you, I hope you will like it.”

Xia Yuan received the gift with a puzzled look on his face. When he flipped it open, he drew in a breath of cold air.

“High-grade yellow-tier cultivation art [Great Radiance Heaven-Earth Art]!

“High-grade yellow-tier attacking art [Star-Seizing Thirteen Words Sutra]!

In Lone Cloud City, the number of high-grade yellow-tier martial skills could be counted on one hand.

In fact, in the entire Divinebloom Duchy, there might not be a hundred of them.

Xia Qingchen could take out two of such manuals at one go, truly shocking Xia Yuan.

“Father, secretly cultivate these. You must not expose them by any means,” Xia Qingchen spoke. “Truthfully speaking, back then when I fainted, I had received the inheritance of a deity. This was why my cultivation could progress a thousand miles in a single day.”

In the end, he still couldn’t bear to tell Xia Yuan the truth.

For a father like him, if he knew his son had already died, how sad would he be?

“An inheritance by a deity?” Xia Yuan’s eyes were wide open, feeling inconceivable but everything made sense.

It must be precisely because a deity had passed on an inheritance to his son that he could point out the various lacking things in the Shrine, concoct the Tranquil Heart Divine Water, have such quick improvement in his cultivation, and take out high-grade yellow-tier martial skills so easily…

He agitatedly held onto Xia Qingchen’s shoulders. “Which deity is it? I…I’m going to offer sacrifices and worship that deity now!”

Xia Qingchen silently mused, “I, who stands before you, am none other than that deity!”

“That deity told me that I must not mention his identity to others. Father, please do not continue to pursue his identity,” Xia Qingchen replied.

Only now did Xia Yuan regain his calm. He hurriedly spoke, “Yes, yes. Look at me, I’m just too agitated. How can this incident be spread so casually?”

After that, he emotionally got up and an unfathomable light flashed in his eyes.

“This must truly be heaven’s will. He received an inheritance from a deity and you did as well.” Xia Yuan suddenly said a random thing.

Xia Qingchen was startled. “Father, who are you talking about?”

He? Who was this ‘he’?

“There’s one thing I’ve hidden from you for seventeen years. I initially planned to continue hiding this. But I didn’t expect you to also obtain an inheritance from a deity.” Xia Yuan’s gaze turned distant and was filled with melancholy.

“Half a year later, the martial pavilion will organize a Wind-Cloud Meet. If your performance there shows that you are sufficient to endure this, I will tell you.”

Hidden this from him for seventeen years?

For a time, Xia Qingchen thought of many things.

Firstly, his sudden death at the previous martial pavilion’s examination.

After that, he had done a check of this body and all aspects seemed normal. It was impossible for Xia Qingchen to suddenly die in the examination. There must be someone harming him from the dark.

But who would harm an ordinary person at the third radiance-level of the minor constellation stage for no reason?

Secondly, he didn’t have a mother.

After occupying this body for three months, he had never heard of anyone mentioning Xia Qingchen’s mother. He also didn’t see any items or handwriting left behind by a mother.

It seemed that she didn’t exist.

This seemingly ordinary body wasn’t that ordinary after all.

“Alright, I will wait for Father to tell me the truth then,” Xia Qingchen replied.

After returning to Xia Manor.

Xia Qingchen packed some clothes and daily necessities and moved to the martial pavilion for a long-term stay.

“Ah! Not meeting ancients, nor those who come from the future. I longed for the pensive heavens and earth, my sorrow dripping downward!”

Upon entering the manor, he heard sounds of applause and exclamations.

As he entered the room, the slaves, servants, and maids were all surrounding Grudgy.

It stood on a table and was reciting a piece of ancient poetry with deep emotions.