Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 315
Leaving Kunlun, Returning to the Demon Capital for Reunion
The golden hues of twilight painted the skies above Whale Sea Bay in the Demon Capital, draping a translucent veil of vibrant orange-pink shimmer over the metropolis. Towering magic skyscrapers pierced the cloud cover, their reinforced glass facades integrated with colossal energy-absorption magic matrices glowing in multicolored lights. They reflected like silver foil across the calm, rippling surface of the ocean. A roaring sea breeze swept over the elevated magitech highways, where magical cars glided smoothly, leaving faint trails of luminous light behind them.
Amidst this pinnacle of urban prosperity, a figure silently descended from the high skies down into the South Whale Sea residential district.
Lin Feng restrained the terrifying, churning Super-Tier aura he had just cultivated from the treacherous peaks of the Kunlun Mountains—suppressing the majestic radiance that caused ten thousand beasts to submit and the surrounding space to fracture. He wore a simple black windbreaker, his neat black hair fluttering softly in the evening breeze laden with the distinct, salty tang of the ocean.
The bustling street scene before his eyes was intensely vibrant. Crisp cries echoed from magical steamed bun shops billowing fragrant clouds of meat-filled steam; the bright, cheerful laughter of Primary-Tier students just out of school rang out as they animatedly debated primary elemental seeds; wind chimes chimed merrily beneath the eaves of artifact stores... All these utterly ordinary, down-to-earth sounds blended together, awakening Lin Feng’s soul—which had just endured the fierce, blood-soaked, thunder-forged crucible of cultivation—making his heart warm up in an unfamiliar way.
He took a deep, steady breath. Completely distinct from the cold, lonely, death-laden atmosphere of the ten-thousand-foot snowy peaks in Kunlun, this was the true mortal realm—the place where his dearest family members were waiting for his return.
Lin Feng smiled, his steps firm yet exceptionally light as he blended into the crowd strolling along the granite-paved sidewalk. He understood that the earth-shattering power he had painstakingly seized from the depths of the other dimension, the Supreme Super-Tier realms that he had reached through countless amounts of sweat and blood, ultimately served only one purpose: to protect this peace, to safeguard the smiles of those he cherished against the predatory gazes of cruel demons and hidden hostile external forces.
The magitech elevator carried him up to the high-rise family apartment complex, which commanded a panoramic view of the ocean bay. The corridor was quiet, faintly fragrant with the gentle scent of jasmine drifting from a neighbor’s balcony.
Lin Feng stood before the familiar apartment door. His heart, which always remained ice-cold before every life-or-death battle, skipped a beat with fluttering anticipation. Reaching out, he gently turned the cold brass doorknob.
Click.
The door swung open, carrying an unmistakably familiar aroma straight into his chest. It was the rich, fragrant scent of sweet-and-sour spare ribs glistening in thick, glossy sauce, mingling with the savory, aromatic broth of grass carp soup seasoned with fennel and dill wafting from the cozy little kitchen. The clinking of chopsticks and spoons against porcelain bowls, the trickling sound of running water, and the audio from a weather broadcast playing on the wall-mounted television merged into a symphony of home.
“Big Brother Feng! You’re back!”
A crisp, silver-bell cheer rang out from the living room, piercing through the fragrant culinary haze and striking straight into Lin Feng’s consciousness, causing his entire body to shudder violently.
This was not the familiar voice constrained within hurried magic-lens calls from just a few weeks ago. This was a voice overflowing with vitality, the sound of anticipation bursting forth in sheer happiness.
Lin Feng’s eyes widened, the hand pushing the door freezing mid-air.
The sight that slammed into his vision caused his respiration to completely stall, sending a powerful wave of electricity surging through his brain, numbing him down to the roots of his hair.
On the living room sofa, Lin Xiaomo was no longer sitting in the cold metal wheelchair that had bound the young girl through all those agonizing, endless years!
Gone were her frail, powerless legs covered by thick, heavy cotton blankets. At this moment, the young girl with long hair cascading over her shoulders was standing upright on the glossy wooden floorboards. The legs that had suffered the gnawing poison of Ice-element toxins until their muscles withered had now grown sturdy and slender, encased in a pristine white dress embroidered with delicate little daisy motifs.
The moment their eyes met, Lin Xiaomo could no longer contain the surging emotions swelling within her chest. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, yet her lips blossomed into the brightest, most beautiful smile in this world.
Without hesitating for even a fraction of a second, Lin Xiaomo took a step.
Swift, fluid, and brimming with vital energy, she darted toward the entryway. Each footfall striking the floor rang out with crystal clarity in the quiet space, like a cadence of victory wiping away every shadow of a painful past. Her sparkling eyes brimming with tears of happiness, completely devoid of any trace of self-doubt or weakness, she lunged straight into Lin Feng’s arms.
Boom! Lin Feng’s heart felt as though it would burst.
Hurriedly casting aside all caution, he flung his arms wide and embraced the slender yet warm figure rushing toward him. The momentum of her impact caused his chest to jolt slightly, but the sheer, undeniable reality of that sensation brought stinging tears to the eyes of the powerhouse who had once shaken the perilous Kunlun Mountains.
“Xiaomo... You... Your legs...” Lin Feng lowered his head, his voice hoarse from overwhelming shock and emotion. He hugged his younger sister tight, squeezing gently as if terrified that this was merely an illusion conjured by magic before twilight.
“Big Brother Feng! I can stand! I can walk!” Lin Xiaomo buried her face in the chest of his black windbreaker, sobbing uncontrollably while a radiant smile remained plastered across her face. Her small arms wrapped tightly around Lin Feng’s broad back, transmitting boundless gratitude, longing, and ecstatic joy.
Yet the even greater astonishment did not stop there.
When Lin Xiaomo lifted her head, her delicate little hand slowly rose toward Lin Feng’s chest. In the palm of her fair, smooth hand, a brilliant jade-green flower of light was slowly blooming. Each petal was woven from the purest Healing-element energy threads, radiating a gentle, warm glow like spring water trickling through the soul, carrying infinite vitality to wash away every trace of fatigue from Lin Feng’s body.
This was far more than mere physical recovery. Lin Xiaomo had successfully awakened! Furthermore, through some wondrous surge of energy, the mastery level of her Healing-element magic had directly burst through to the peak of the Primary-Tier, and was even showing signs of resonating with Lin Feng’s bloodline to step forth into the Intermediate-Tier!
From the kitchen came the clatter of chopsticks dropping onto the floor. Mother Lin stepped out carrying a plate of sweet-and-sour spare ribs, and upon seeing her daughter standing firmly on her own and hugging her elder son, the plate in her hands nearly slipped and shattered against the floor. She covered her mouth, tears streaming uncontrollably down her weather-beaten cheeks, her frail shoulders trembling violently in choked-up bliss.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, pulling his sister tighter into his embrace as his gaze turned toward the window where twilight cast its final rays across Whale Sea Bay. The ocean breeze swept into the cozy home, carrying the scent of a brand-new life truly beginning.
Yet right at the moment when the family reunited in absolute warmth, the military communicator ring strapped to Lin Feng’s waist suddenly buzzed with a piercing, harsh alarm. It carried an emergency crimson-encrypted frequency—one that only appeared when a national-level disaster or a large-scale other-dimensional invasion had just erupted in the international waters bordering the Demon Capital!