Chapter Fifty-Two: The Day of Destruction

With a slight shake of his head, Qiankun willed it so, immediately drawing the light elements of heaven and earth together. A ninth-tier healing spell, Hymn of Light, was cast in an instant and sent toward Hogg, who was still in the spring pool. Bathed in the white radiance, Hogg’s wounds healed rapidly, the blood on his body washed clean by the flowing spring water.

“Lord Qiankun, thank you for saving my life once again!” As soon as his injuries were healed, Hogg rose from the pool and hurriedly stepped forward, bowing deeply to express his heartfelt thanks.

Qiankun waved his hand dismissively. “Enough. You’ve stirred up quite a commotion—think about your son Linley instead! That Light Temple’s Haydins has surely recognized your identity as a Dragonblood Warrior and will suspect your relationship with Linley. Leave here at once, find your son, and take him away from the Holy Alliance as quickly as you can. Perhaps you two could go to the O’Brien Empire and reunite with your younger son, Wharton.”

“Thank you for your advice, Lord Qiankun. I’ll leave right away,” Hogg replied, turning to go.

“Wait. Change your clothes before you leave; you can’t go out looking like that!” Qiankun looked at Hogg’s tattered, blood-stained appearance and couldn’t help but grumble. With a flip of his wrist, he tossed out a set of clean clothes.

After Hogg hurriedly changed and left, Qiankun burned the discarded, bloodied garments with a magical fireball, scattering the ashes into the spring pool to destroy any evidence. Then, with a thought, he extended his spiritual sense to probe the Light Temple in Fenlai City, frowning slightly. “That Haydins is as relentless as ever, sending people to capture Linley. Damn, I’ve thrown the plot into chaos!”

“Oaks…” Qiankun contacted the Saint-level Black Dragon Oaks, instructing it to leave the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts and go to Ernst Institute, doing all it could to help Linley and his father escape the Light Temple’s pursuit.

By the next morning, as Qiankun sat cross-legged on the lawn of the spring garden, he suddenly opened his eyes and chuckled wryly. “That Oaks… Not only did it help Hogg and Linley escape from the Light Temple, it even took them into the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts to Satyrus and persuaded Satyrus to let Linley consume the dragon blood, triggering his Dragonblood Warrior lineage. Is this the inertia of the narrative?”

Once he was sure that Hogg and Linley were safe, Qiankun lost interest in further meddling and returned to his dedicated cultivation.

Time slipped by—one year, two years. The great Yulan calendar was approaching its ten-thousandth year. The weather grew colder, and the Yulan Festival was near—a festival of extraordinary significance this year.

A few days before the festival, Qiankun emerged from his seclusion in rare form, in a surprisingly good mood, and even received a visit from Clyde.

“That Clyde is really something—trying to tempt me, is he?” Qiankun thought to himself with some exasperation upon realizing that Clyde’s special ‘gift’ this time was the enchanting beauty, Windsor.

In his previous life, Qiankun had been a typical nerd, a homebody who had never experienced the pleasures of women. To say he had no thoughts of such things would be a lie. Yet, when a beauty was offered to him, he found it hard to act on his desires—a classic case of a nerd’s hesitation.

Thus, faced with the alluring and seductive Windsor, Qiankun managed to restrain his impulses and returned to seclusion.

Windsor was left feeling dejected, while Qiankun himself, seated in his meditation chamber, found his thoughts in complete disarray, unable to focus on the profundities of the laws.

“Damn it, is my willpower really so weak? I can’t go on like this! Everyone has emotions and desires—severing them is not the way. Without experiencing them, how could I ever transcend them? But what if I become lost in desire and cannot transcend at all?” His heart was a tangle of confusion. He shook his head vigorously and scolded himself: “Qiankun, get a grip! It’s just beauty. If you’re thrown into panic by such a trivial thing, how can you ever hope to walk the Great Dao?”

Finally giving up on further meditation, Qiankun steeled himself as though heading into battle. He left his chamber with clenched fists, bracing himself. Why overthink it? Just do it!

In Windsor’s quarters, the beautiful woman sat bored on the edge of her bed, thinking about the enigmatic Lord Qiankun.

Before coming, Windsor had already learned from Clyde that Qiankun was the Fenlai royal family’s ancient ancestor—a powerful Saint who had lived over a thousand years. A Saint! To Windsor, that had once been a figure of legend. Being assigned by Clyde to serve such a man, she was secretly thrilled. If she could win the heart of a Saint, her future would be…

Lost in these thoughts, pondering how to attract Qiankun’s interest, Windsor was startled when the door was suddenly thrown open with some force. Turning, she saw Qiankun enter, closing the door awkwardly and striding straight toward her, his breathing rapid, his eyes burning with a barely restrained fire.

Surprised, Windsor rose, her face blossoming with a captivating smile as she walked forward to greet him. “Lord Qiankun…”

“Take… them off!” Qiankun swallowed hard, blocking her advance with a trembling hand, his voice a little rough.

Windsor blinked in surprise, then smiled even more radiantly. Drawing closer, she gently caressed his cheek. “My lord, why don’t you help me take them off?”

Faced with this deadly temptress, Qiankun could restrain himself no longer. With a sharp rip, Windsor’s luxurious clothes tore away, revealing her fair and seductive body beneath.

With a deliberately sultry cry, Windsor was swept up in Qiankun’s arms and thrown onto the bed, where he pounced upon her…

Afterward, Windsor was astonished. This supposed ancient ancestor of the Fenlai royal family, over a thousand years old, was actually a novice? Yet, his ability to grasp the art of lovemaking was impressive, and as a Saint, his stamina was truly formidable. After several rounds, Windsor had to beg for mercy.

In the following days, Qiankun, having tasted the pleasures of men and women for the first time, was utterly lost in indulgence—day and night, he reveled with the alluring beauties Clyde had sent. With his immortal-like physique and overwhelming strength, how could a few ordinary women ever hope to withstand him? Windsor and her companions truly experienced what it meant to be “spent to death and revived again.”

When the Yulan Festival arrived, Qiankun rose early but found himself a little bored. He left his villa and wandered through Fenlai City. Windsor and the other women were all bedridden ‘casualties,’ while Qiankun, the instigator, having experienced the initial thrill and the pleasures of desire, now felt the novelty had faded. Lust, in the end, was not so fearsome—once experienced, it was just another part of life.

After a stroll that left him feeling refreshed and unburdened, Qiankun was about to find a tavern for a good meal when his expression suddenly changed: “What’s this… How could it be? Has something gone wrong with the sealing magic array at the spatial node in Misty Valley?”

Boom… Boom… Boom… Terrifying rumbles echoed from the distance, shaking the very earth. Roof tiles on nearby houses rattled and fell. Panic gripped Fenlai City; people rushed from their homes into courtyards and streets, looking up at the sky in confusion.

“Haha! Kill! Kill them all! The more you kill, the greater the king’s reward! Kill!” A thunderous roar split the air as a giant golden-furred ape, at least twenty or thirty meters tall, descended from the sky. Its eyes, like massive violet wheels, blazed with energy, and its body was wreathed in force so powerful it made the very air shudder.

From every direction came the howls and roars of magical beasts. In the distance, a vast flock of winged drakes swept toward the city, so numerous they blotted out the sky.

In an instant, everyone felt as if the apocalypse had arrived. Fenlai City plunged into chaos—bloodshed and slaughter began. The day of destruction had come.