Chapter 59: Healing Art of the Divine Maiden of the Rising Sun

Kael gave Seraphine a rough outline of everything that had happened.

Of course, he left out the most serious parts.

He didn’t want to worry her for no reason, especially over a problem he’d have to solve on his own.

Seraphine listened in silence, her slender fingers lightly clutching the hem of her dress.

When he finished, she could only stare at him, her lips slightly parted.

Fortunately, everything had worked out in the end.

A tiny seed of suspicion still gnawed at her heart, but Seraphine was a smart girl. She knew that pressing the issue now would get her nowhere.

So she pushed it aside and focused on what mattered right now: obtaining the Recruitment Token of the Golden Alliance Sect.

And, luckily for her, it wasn’t far away.

Standing up, she smoothed out her dress, running her palms over the wrinkled fabric stretched across her thick thighs before carefully tugging the hem back down.

Her pink eyes scanned the hallway ahead—or rather, what lay at the end of it, more than five hundred meters away.

An open gate. And behind it, an altar.

"Let’s go." Kael gave Seraphine’s butt a gentle pat.

Seraphine let out a soft pout, her cheeks turning pink, but she didn’t complain.

Kael, honestly, felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He’d thought that recovering Seraphine’s memories would be enough to fix everything. Knowing he’d have to deal with another Seraphine made everything much harder.

He just hoped the soul’s original ego was a bitch.

That way, it would be much easier to eliminate her without a shred of guilt. Because one thing was certain: he wasn’t going to give up on his Seraphine.

In any case, that was a problem for the future.

The two walked side by side down the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls, and before long they reached the room.

When they finally stopped in front of the double doors, a cool breeze carrying the faint scent of ancient incense drifted out from inside.

The room was quite small, but extremely luxurious.

The floor was polished marble, so smooth that it reflected both their silhouettes.

The pillars and ceiling seemed to have been carved from a single gigantic block of jade, without a seam in sight.

The walls were pure white, and in the center of the room stood two altars.

On one of them lay a small golden token—the Recruitment Token of the Golden Alliance Sect.

On the other rested a book that immediately caught Kael’s attention.

[Name: Healing Art of the Divine Maiden of the Rising Sun

Description: An ancient healing art created by the Divine Maiden of the Sect of the Rising Sun, one of the most famous healing sects from the ancestral past of the Continent of Divine Light.

It contains the Twelve Great Healing Arts of the Divine Maiden, capable of treating all ailments of the body and soul.

Rank: S]

Kael stood still for a few seconds, reading the description over and over.

"Seraphine... has Stepmother taught you any healing techniques yet?" he asked.

His stepmother was a powerful Water Cultivator and also highly skilled in healing, even though it was only her secondary ability.

"Huh? No. Why do you ask?" Seraphine turned her face toward him.

Until then, her attention had been fixed on the large, comfortable bed in one corner of the room and the golden door right beside it.

But the moment her eyes landed on the title of that book, they widened in shock.

It was no secret that she wasn’t cut out for combat. The entire Purewind Family knew this all too well.

The problem was that the family simply didn’t have any healing art high enough in level to support the cultivation of someone beyond the Crystal Core Realm.

Because of this, she had been forced into the role of a fighter.

"Do you know how much money you could make selling a technique like that?" Seraphine asked, her voice coming out higher than she intended.

Although the system ranked cultivation and combat techniques from F to SSS, the world’s official classification was slightly different.

It was divided into several categories.

First came the mortal techniques, which were basically ordinary human martial arts.

Next were the spiritual techniques, divided into lower, intermediate, and upper tiers.

Then came the Earth-level techniques.

The sky-level techniques.

The Silver-level techniques.

The Gold-level techniques.

The Ascending-level techniques.

The Transcendent-level techniques, and finally, the Immortal-level techniques.

That healing art was Gold-level.

In the entire Fallen Sword Sect, probably only the martial arts of the Sect Leader and the Ancestor reached even the sky level..

Not even a thousand years of the sect’s entire wealth would be enough to buy a technique like that.

"I have no plans to sell it, so don’t worry too much." Kael smiled, running his fingers through Seraphine’s pink hair.

The silky strands slipped between his fingers like cool water, and her lower lip began to tremble. Her pink eyes welled up, and she nearly burst into tears right then and there.

To think that one day she would have such a powerful cultivation art!

In the end, the beauty could only let out an excited little squeal before throwing herself into Kael’s arms and hugging him tightly.

Her full breasts pressed flat against his chest, their soft weight spreading out against him as she squeezed with all her strength.

For the first time since she’d been forced to marry him, she was the one taking the initiative.

With a decisive shove, Seraphine pushed him onto the bed.

The mattress sank under their combined weight as she landed on top of him. Her breasts bounced from the impact, swaying heavily inside her dress before settling against his chest in a warm, cushiony press.

Her thick thighs spread around Kael’s waist, the soft flesh of her inner thighs hugging his hips, and her dress rode up almost to her hips, revealing the smooth, milky skin of her legs.

Kael’s hands moved on their own and settled on her thighs. Her skin was warm and impossibly soft, the plump flesh giving under his fingertips as he slid his palms slowly upward.

Her hair fell like a pink curtain around both their faces. Seraphine, blushing to the tips of her ears, bit her lip before leaning in to kiss him.

***

Meanwhile, outside, Siel and Darius waited patiently.

Whoever had entered first—and they believed it was Kael and Seraphine, or perhaps David—would eventually have to come out.

Twenty-four hours before the secret realm closed, several doors would open throughout the realm, leading to the exit.

Anyone who failed to reach one of them would be forcibly teleported out, often suffering serious injuries and, in many cases, even dying.

The only area in the entire secret realm without these scattered doors was the lower level of that mansion.

What those two poor souls didn’t know, however, was that this specific room had one, for some strange reason.

It was right next to the bed where Kael and Seraphine were lying.

They were going to be waiting a very long time.