Chapter 295
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Chapter 295: Bloodline Awakening
A piercing coldness suddenly spread, dropping the temperature across hundreds of zhang. The chill seeped deep into bones, as if freezing souls from within.
Su Yinxue, still leaning on Su Ling’s arm, froze. She stared at her sister, eyes wide with terror.
*Whoosh!*
The blue ribbon tying Su Ling’s hair snapped, severed by the sudden frost. The two pieces fluttered downward—but before hitting the ground, they glittered and shattered into icy fragments.
Su Ling rose into the air. A faint cold aura surrounded her, and within moments, her entire body became encased in jagged ice crystals. From afar, she looked like a sculpture carved from glacial light.
The golden mark on her forehead glowed brighter—neither rune nor totem, yet radiating primal coldness. Wherever its power reached, frost crawled over the earth.
Then came the wings.
Translucent and flickering like mirages, they materialized on her back. Though barely visible, their presence crushed the air with overwhelming pressure—a force beyond what Ye Yun or any present had ever felt.
The wings twitched.
A tornado of ice erupted, shredding through waves of true fire like sunlight melting snow.
Su Ling hovered, eyes closed, face contorted in silent pain. Ice encased her lashes. Her blue-tinted skin gleamed like polished frost.
“What’s happening to Ling’er?!” Ye Yun grabbed Su Yinxue’s arm.
“I don’t know!” Su Yinxue’s lips trembled. “She’s never—”
Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong gaped. They’d known Su Ling as the pampered daughter of Shadowless Peak’s leader—a clever but lazy girl who excelled at spatial arrays despite rarely practicing. Now she looked carved from ancient ice, her frozen gaze scattering dread.
A hundred zhang away, the True Fire Flying Lion stopped mid-attack. It let Ye Yun and the Divine Feather Vulture King retreat, crimson eyes locked on Su Ling. The ice tornado had reduced its flames to sputtering embers.
Fear flashed across the beast’s face.
“D-Demon Race!” it roared, voice cracking. “You’re Demon Race!”
The words struck like thunder.
Demon Race.
A name buried for millennia. A curse from wars where mountains of corpses piled high enough to blot the sun. Yet here stood Su Ling—golden mark blazing, wings of frost rippling—as living proof.
“She’s half-blood,” rasped a voice in Ye Yun’s skull—the Ancestor of the Sword Path from Soul Turning Tower. “Her mother’s lineage.”
“Impossible!” Ye Yun mentally snapped. “Aunt Xuan can’t cultivate! She’s just—”
“—Has ‘Eyes of Truth,’ yes? Seeing through cultivation realms? That’s no human gift.”
Memories flooded Ye Yun—Shui Qingxuan smiling as she listed his secret techniques, her gaze piercing through every lie.
The True Fire Flying Lion’s body ballooned tenfold. Flames roared from its pores, hotter than lava. “Half-blood or not, you all die today!”
Inferno engulfed the battlefield. Even Jun Ruolan paled, activating her Shadow Escape Talisman. “Enjoy burning,” her fading voice mocked. “Tian Shen Peak thanks you for exposing the demon!”
Ye Yun strained against the flames. His fire element laws barely shielded himself—others faced annihilation.
Then—
Su Ling’s eyelids fluttered.
Gold light burst from her forehead mark.
The ice wings spread wide.
