Chapter 630: Hidden Skills~

A few days ago.

"Xing Er, you go to Yaowang Valley yourself and ask the master, that old man, to leave the valley."

Han Xing's eyes lit up.

"Miss, are you planning to start a showdown with Dan Valley?"

Dan Valley and their Yaowang Valley have been arch‑enemies for years; it's also time to settle both new and old scores!

Han Xing felt a surge of anticipation.

"The master has waited so many years; it's time to clear his name!"

Ye Qingran's eyes flashed with a sharp light, "As for Ling Tian and those in the Elder Council, they should also pay for the sins of that year!"

"Then... Miss, when shall we go to kill Dan Valley?"

"We aren't going to Dan Valley."

Not going?

"Right, not going. Ling Tian will come to our doorstep himself."

Ye Qingran shifted her gaze and stared into the distance.

She had humiliated Nan Xin at Shenzhou Academy, then ruined the face of Ling Tian's beloved daughter Ling Xueyao and destroyed her cultivation; Ling Tian would certainly not let her go.

Moreover, she intends to reveal that Ling Xianliu is still alive; given Ling Tian's suspicious nature and his ruthless extermination methods, he definitely cannot sit idle, and it seems that within a few days he will personally descend upon Shenzhou Academy...

"Miss, is there anything I can do?"

Ye Qingran looked at Leng Yue, "Yue Er, go to Dan Valley and tell those few passive‑faction Elders there that Ling Xianliu is still alive!"

The passive‑faction Elders are all supporters of Ling Xianliu; these years, with Ling Tian in power, they have kept a low profile, staying out of the public eye.

If not for these Elders' great virtue and prestige, Ling Tian's methods would have already wiped them out.

"Then is it still necessary to tell them that the Old Valley Master will come to Shenzhou Academy?"

Ye Qingran gently shook her head, a faint curve at the corner of her mouth, "No need. They're all shrewd; they'll catch on instantly."

With those Elders' wisdom, once they learn that Ling Xianliu is alive, they will investigate everything else thoroughly.

Han Xing and Leng Yue stared at each other.

In a few days, Shenzhou Academy will be bustling again.

Ting Yu Xuan.

Back courtyard.

A flash of cold light arrived first, then the spear shot out like a dragon!

A golden Roc spear, in the man's hand, shifted into myriad forms, with a faint phantom of a golden‑winged Great Roc flickering; each thrust was accompanied by the Great Roc's soaring cry, full of momentum and immense power!

The man turned, revealing an exceptionally handsome face—it was Nangong Mo!

Now he can leave his wheelchair and walk freely, just like a normal person.

In a corner of the courtyard, Qingshu watched the scene, feeling an indescribable emotion.

He had always imagined this scene, countless times dreaming of it.

A dream come true!

"Qingshu, what are you thinking?"

A familiar voice snapped Qingshu back to his senses; he clenched his teeth, forced the swirling tears back, and grinned, "Master, I was completely entranced!"

Nangong Mo tucked his long spear behind him and walked toward Qingshu.

When he walked, his steps were steady and his legs strong; it was impossible to tell that just months ago he was a cripple.

Nangong Mo had actually seen the tears in Qingshu's eyes a moment ago, and felt deep emotion himself.

"Master, we must sincerely thank Miss Ye!"

Regarding Ye Qingran, Qingshu felt nothing but respect.

"Hmm," Nangong Mo nodded.

Under Ye Qingran's treatment, his legs had long been healed!

Now he is not only disease‑free and light, but his cultivation has also made great strides!

And all of this is thanks to Ye Qingran!

To him, Ye Qingran is like a second set of parents!

"Thank me for what?"

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

When the voice fell, Ye Qingran's figure appeared beneath the Moon Gate.

She lifted her eyes to the figure in the courtyard.

Nangong Mo was already of dragon‑like bearing and phoenix‑like elegance; the wheelchair had dulled him a bit, but now he dons proper attire, stands upright there, lithe and lofty, with a clear breeze and bright moon, undeniably charismatic.

This gave Ye Qingran a certain sense of accomplishment.

Behold, she rescued a handsome man!

"How does it feel?"

"I'm fully recovered!" Nangong Mo looked at Ye Qingran, his eyes brimming with unabashed gratitude.

Ye Qingran nodded.

Nangong Mo's recovery speed was faster than she had expected.

Besides his own will and diligence, it also owed to the golden bloodline.

"Congratulations, you now possess the purest golden bloodline!"

Nangong Mo was startled, "What does that mean?"

Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow, "When I was treating your leg, I inadvertently purified your bloodline..."

Nangong Mo and Qingshu stared at each other.

Bloodline, can it still be purified?

Ye Qingran, however, gave no further explanation.

Fine, she laid her cards on the table: she also has a hidden skill, bloodline refinement.

Among human cultivators, there are not few bloodlines that have inherited special potential from long ago, but because of various interbreeding over time, the bloodline purity has declined.

That is also why many families' main lines, when taking a wife or marrying off a daughter, pay particular attention to matching status and background.

The golden bloodline of Huangjin City, after so many years of inheritance, has somewhat declined from its former glory; she casually helped her refine the bloodline, raising his Bloodline Purity.

"Perhaps you could try to condense a golden battle armor."

Golden battle armor?

That's the prized treasure of Huangjin City!

"Are you serious?"

Ye Qingran shrugged, "Your Huangjin City's heirloom wasn't also condensed by the ancestors? It's just that they had higher cultivation and, before they passed away, condensed a physical form. You don't have that power yet, so condensing an illusory golden battle armor is no problem."

A physical golden battle armor and an illusory golden battle armor differ only in that one actually exists and the other is an energy state; otherwise they're identical.

"Give it a try yourself. Oh, and be prepared; in a few days there will be a hard battle to fight."

Nangong Mo watched Ye Qingran's retreating figure and clenched his fist.

He naturally understood the meaning behind Ye Qingran's words.

She ruined Ling Xueyao, so Nan Gong Han naturally wouldn't swallow that insult; even if his father didn't come, Shangguan Rong would still come to kill at Shenzhou Academy!

"Shangguan Rong!"

At the mention of Shangguan Rong, the woman, Nangong Mo was surrounded by a chilling cold aura.

The hatred for killing one's mother is unforgivable!

Shangguan Rong, if you dare come to Shenzhou Academy, I will make sure you never return!

Shenzhou City, a secluded courtyard.

Nan Gong Han and Ling Xueyao did not leave.

At this moment, Ling Xueyao's appearance was ugly and she had no cultivation at all. The alchemist of Dan Valley examined her body but was powerless.

Ling Xueyao has been on the brink of collapse these days. Her looks and her cultivation have both vanished!

"Ye Qingran! Scoundrel! Scoundrel! Scoundrel!"

Whenever Ling Xueyao recalls that day, she harbors bone‑deep hatred toward Ye Qingran.

"Yao'er, your father will be here soon; don't be afraid!"

Nan Gong Han comforted the bedridden Ling Xueyao.

Ling Xueyao's eyes lit up the moment she heard that.

"Father..."

Right! Her father is the Valley Master of Dan Valley; as soon as he arrives, he will surely save her!