Chapter 231

Chapter 231

In Yang Chen’s room, a faint white divine radiance flickered around him, exuding an intense and sacred aura.

For the past several days, he had been meditating and comprehending the Innate Radiance Essence that had fused into his Primordial Spirit. At the same time, he took the opportunity to practice the secret techniques of the Yu Clan that he had acquired from Yu Yourong’s Primordial Spirit.

These techniques were divine abilities centered around the power of light. Under normal circumstances, they would require decades of cultivation to fully master.

However, with Yu Yourong’s insights and comprehension at his disposal, Yang Chen’s progress was astonishingly fast. In just a few days, he had achieved minor success.

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“The Innate Radiance Essence ... It’s formed at the moment the first light appears in a great world’s creation. A single great world can only produce one such essence. No wonder that beautiful elder Yu Yourong treasures it so much! This thing is far more precious than heavenly flames!”

Yang Chen marveled at the immense power of light within his Primordial Spirit. Thinking about giving half of it to Yu Yourong made his heart ache. What a waste it would be!

The Innate Radiance Essence had perfectly merged with his Solar Divine Physique, without any conflict whatsoever.

Fire and light were inherently complementary.

Moreover, since the Light Essence resided within his Primordial Spirit, it provided unparalleled protection. Even someone of Yu Yourong’s level wouldn’t be able to destroy his Primordial Spirit entirely.

After days of meditation and practice, Yang Chen had become increasingly adept at utilizing the power of light.

If he were to battle Yu Yourong’s Primordial Spirit avatar in the Soul Palace again, he was confident he could fully overpower her.

Yang Chen held up his two fingers, where two streams of energy—one golden and one white—danced at his fingertips.

The golden light resembled flames, burning fiercely. The white light radiated as a pure and dazzling brilliance, emanating divine energy.

He began merging the two streams of energy together.

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Boom!

As soon as the golden and white energies fused, they turned volatile.

An overwhelming aura of destruction surged forth, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding space, as if it were on the verge of shattering.

“This ...?” Yang Chen was stunned.

The fusion of these two powers resulted in an astonishingly destructive force, far beyond his expectations. It carried an intense aura of annihilation, as if it sought to obliterate everything in existence.

“Could it be that combining the powers of fire and light creates a destruction attribute?”

If so, this was incredible news.

Pairing this destructive force with his Pure Yang Sword Dao, which emphasized supreme strength and ferocity, would make his attacks unimaginably powerful.

Yang Chen’s eyes lit up with delight.

A simple experiment had yielded such extraordinary results. And this was only the fusion of a small amount of Solar Divine Flame and Light Divine Radiance.

If he went all out ...

“Tsk, tsk,” he thought to himself. “This move could become one of my trump cards in the future.”

With a deep breath, Yang Chen dissipated the golden-white destructive energy, ended his seclusion, and walked out of the room.

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Outside, in the courtyard, a feast of delectable dishes was spread across the table, with a steaming hot stone pot at the center, releasing tantalizing aromas.

Qing’er was sitting there, happily devouring her meal with chopsticks in hand, clearly enjoying herself.

Yang Chen scratched his head, feeling slightly guilty.

The little girl had come all this way, asking him to accompany her, yet he had spent seven or eight days in seclusion. She must be absolutely furious by now.

“Qing’er, you’re eating by yourself?” he called out as he approached.

Hearing his voice, Qing’er paused, glanced at him, and huffed dramatically.

“You finally came out! Hmph, I thought you’d forgotten I was even here!”

Yang Chen chuckled awkwardly, “Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you!”

“Make it up to me? Hmph, we’ll see!” Qing’er pouted, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her happiness at his return.

Yang Chen sighed in relief. At least the little girl wasn’t completely ignoring him.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, reaching for a pair of chopsticks.

“Let’s eat together,” he said with a smile, as Qing’er handed him a bowl of steaming soup, her earlier annoyance fading into a cheerful grin.

Seeing Yang Chen walk out of the wooden house, Qing’er stuck out her tongue at him and made a playful, annoyed face before letting out a soft hum.

“Chu Xi’s hot pot is so delicious. Do you want some?”

“Chu Xi?”

Yang Chen walked over and saw a steaming pot filled with various ingredients. It was indeed a feast for the senses—visually appealing, fragrant, and mouthwatering.

The ingredients were all rare spiritual herbs and spirit beasts. Even if someone threw a shoe sole into this pot, it would probably still taste amazing.

“Brother Chen, you’re out of seclusion!”

Chu Xi came over carrying a plate, her face glowing with warmth.

“Come, try my cooking!” she said, her voice full of pride. “This is my specially crafted secret recipe!”

Yang Chen picked up a piece with his chopsticks and tasted it. It was genuinely good.

He glanced at Qing’er, who was happily devouring the food, her mouth glistening with oil, calling Chu Xi “Sister Chu Xi” repeatedly.

Yang Chen couldn’t help but give Chu Xi a look.

It seemed she hadn’t been idle while he was in seclusion. She had successfully won over Qing’er with delicious food.

Qing’er, after all, was still a little girl at heart, with a simple and immature nature.

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Late at Night, the full moon hung high in the sky.

Youyue Peak, known for its name Youyue, wasn’t just named after Zhan Qiuyun’s Bright Moon Physique but also because the moonlight on the peak was extraordinarily bright.

The silvery light bathed the courtyard, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

After eating and drinking her fill, Qing’er chatted with Yang Chen for a while before heading into her room.

In the courtyard, Chu Xi nestled in Yang Chen’s arms, quietly listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, savoring their shared solitude.

“Brother Chen, do you hope our child will be a boy or a girl?” Chu Xi softly murmured, her voice tinged with tenderness, as she took in his familiar scent.

Yang Chen placed his palm gently on her flat abdomen.

“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, as long as it’s your child, it’ll be perfect,” Yang Chen replied in a soft tone.

This kind of question was all too familiar to him. After all, Lin Xilan, Zhao Shirou, and even Feng Yuwan had asked him similar things in the past.

His warm breath brushed against Chu Xi’s delicate ear, and coupled with his flawless response, her cheeks flushed with a soft redness.

Unable to resist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered shyly into his ear, “Brother Chen, you’re so good to me! I ... I’ve missed you!”

“You missed me?” The corners of Yang Chen’s lips curved into a faint smirk.

Chu Xi had truly developed a taste for it. Just eight days, and she already couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He chuckled lightly, gently patting her head.

“Brother Chen, stop teasing! We’re still outside!” Chu Xi protested coquettishly, her tone filled with playful annoyance.

She immediately understood the meaning behind his gesture.

“It’s fine!” Yang Chen said casually. “No one’s around, and Qing’er is already in her room! Be good, Xi’er,” Yang Chen murmured softly.

“You’re so annoying! I really can’t say no to you ...” Chu Xi replied with feigned frustration, lowering her head reluctantly.