Ascension from Dual Professions

Chapter 320 - 283: Perfect Level Divine Technique [Mark of Pure Light]! Yed Awakens


Chapter 320: Chapter 283: Perfect Level Divine Technique [Mark of Pure Light]! Yed Awakens

"You... You’re saying...!?"

In response to Ivory’s incredulous question, Jon nodded gravely.

"I went to Heta County, and in the great cathedral there, I was granted an audience with a deity. Po Ao bestowed a trace of Divine Power upon me."

"Afterward, I sought guidance from High Priest Finian and learned his signature skill, [Pure Light Mark]."

He paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to Reya, who stood nearby, so overwhelmed she was speechless, her face streaked with tears. He chuckled softly.

"I believe this will allow me to purge the Poison from Yed’s body without harming him."

He then took Reya’s hand and patted it gently.

"Leave it to me."

Reya sniffled and gave a soft, muffled "mhm." At her side, Ivory also drew a deep breath, her voice laced with bitterness and emotion.

"Mr. Jon... First, you used the [Light Seal] to preserve Yed’s life, and now..."

Her voice caught in her throat. She then solemnly performed a Mage’s salute.

"On behalf of Yed, I thank you. The debt the Xavier family owes you... We will never forget it!"

The air in the quiet room seemed to freeze, leaving only Reya’s suppressed sobs and the faint rustle of Ivory’s sleeves as she completed her salute.

Jon said no more. He simply released the girl’s warm, trembling hand and stepped forward to the bedside of the sleeping Yed Xavier.

His gaze fell upon the gruesome wound sealed by a power of order, and his expression slowly turned grave.

In his expert opinion, the Poison afflicting Yed was far less damaging than some of the Advanced poisons he had mastered. If it weren’t, Yed wouldn’t have lasted long enough for him to arrive and cast [Light Seal] to keep him alive.

But in terms of the difficulty of removal, this Poison was likely far harder to deal with than some Advanced or even Ascension Level toxins.

Because it came from a [Fell Creature].

Not all of these monsters, born from the remnants of the Ancient Gods, were overwhelmingly powerful, but their "rank" was undoubtedly far beyond what mortals could handle. Only the power of Deities of an equivalent rank could truly counteract their power.

Fortunately, Po Ao had considered this when he gave Jon the task of "cleansing the mortal world of the Fell Creatures’ influence."

[Sun’s Gift] was meant for precisely this purpose: to help him better accomplish this mission.

This blessing had already proven its power during the bombardment of Red Crying Castle in Heta County City.

And now, it was time for it to show its prowess at saving lives!

Jon took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread.

In the center of his palm, a speck of golden light, so pure it was almost blinding, materialized from thin air. It rapidly expanded and coalesced, transforming into a slowly rotating, brilliant Light Seal composed of countless tiny, sacred Runes—the [Pure Light Mark].

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[Pure Light Mark Level 10 (Perfect): Consumes 200 Willpower and 1000 Magic Power to coalesce one "Pure Light Mark." Duration: 5 seconds. Can be cast on others.]

[Pure Light Mark: While active, this effect triggers "Cure Abnormal Status" every 0.2 seconds and restores Life Value. The level of the status cured scales with the Skill’s level. The amount of Life Value restored is fixed at 2% of maximum Life. For each abnormal status successfully cured, the corresponding Resistance is increased by +10 for 50 minutes.]

—

The trump card of an Advanced Level expert was, naturally, extraordinary.

Even by Jon’s standards, this Divine Technique ranked among the very best of the many Purification Skills on the Yino Continent.

It not only combined high-frequency Purification and healing into one, but also provided a temporary Resistance bonus. This gave it a huge advantage against enemies skilled at inflicting rapid abnormal statuses—like the Fell Creatures and their worshipers.

That was why he had barely hesitated after learning it, immediately spending a large amount of Experience Points and 4 Skill Points to max it out.

And the effects of a maxed-out, Perfect Level Skill were, as expected, more than satisfactory.

As the Light Seal took shape, the entire quiet room brightened.

But this was only the beginning.

Jon’s expression was taut. The golden glow around his fingertips suddenly blazed with intensity.

Two points of light, like miniature suns, flowed from his palm into the rotating Light Seal—the awesome power of a deity!

HUMMM!

The quiet room felt as if it had been plunged into a furnace, the very air trembling under an unbearable strain.

The [Pure Light Mark], now saturated with Divine Power, unleashed an absolute pressure that promised to wash away all filth and incinerate every evil in the world. The air in the room was instantly vacuumed out and then refilled by this force. The sacred aura was as heavy as a physical substance, forcing Reya to subconsciously hold her breath, and even the shadows under Ivory’s hood trembled slightly.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jon pressed the searing Light Seal onto Yed’s chest.

The two powers were of the same origin.

The instant his fingertips touched the Light Cocoon of the Light Seal—

HUMMMM—!

The Light Seal disintegrated, and for Yed, "time" began to flow once more!

The frozen, dark-green Poison instantly transformed into a thousand writhing black serpents, which counterattacked with profane hisses, attempting to burrow deep into his flesh and blood.

However, the Pure Light Mark that had sunk into his body was not only a seed of salvation meant to purge the wicked Poison, but also a nail of divine punishment meant to suppress all evil!

Sensing the presence of the Fell Creature’s power, the molten-gold Divine Power erupted, transforming into countless needle-fine golden chains that pierced, entangled, and incinerated every wisp of filth that attempted to spread.

"Urgh..."

The slumbering Yed’s body shuddered violently, and beads of cold sweat broke out on his temples. Beneath his skin, it was as if countless tiny creatures were struggling in agony, dissolving within the golden flames of Divine Power and evaporating into a thin, black mist that stank of sulfur.

This made the two women watching clutch their chests in anxiety.

Jon, however, kept his eyes fixed on the dark-green core of the Poison as it writhed madly and shrank within the golden light.

Like a river cut off from its source, the Poison had lost the support of the Fell Creature’s will. Ultimately, it could not stand against the Divine Power of the blazing Sun.

After a brief stalemate, it melted away with an indignant shriek, like the first snow of winter under the midday Sun.

At the same time, the restorative effect accompanying the [Pure Light Mark]’s high-frequency Purification continuously washed over Yed’s flesh and organs, which had been corroded and damaged by the Poison.

Wrapped in the golden light, his dimming heart beat with growing strength. Sunken flesh plumped and mended at a visible rate, sprouting pale pink new tissue until only a faint scar remained.

Jon’s tense expression finally relaxed, and he let out a long, slow breath.

He turned, his ice-blue eyes reflecting the motes of golden light still lingering in the room. He looked at the two women behind him, who had been holding their breath in suspense, and gave a firm nod.

"It’s a success!"

The instant he spoke—

"Mr. Jon!"

Reya’s tearful cry shattered the room’s silence. A streak of fiery red hair traced a blazing arc through the air.

Like a fledgling returning to its nest, she threw herself into Jon’s arms. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and her hot tears quickly soaked the front of his robes.

The girl buried her head in his chest, her shoulders trembling violently as pent-up emotions surged forth, turning into choked, inarticulate sobs.

"Thank you... Thank you... Really... truly... *sob*..."

A warm weight, carrying the faint scent of roses, pressed against him. Jon could feel every subtle tremor of the girl’s body in his arms.

’Mobilizing Divine Power to infuse into an inanimate object is one thing, but empowering a Divine Technique is another matter entirely.’ A flash of warmth crossed the depths of his weary eyes.

’Even for me now, that was a considerable strain.’

’But... it was all worth it.’

He gently raised a hand and patted the girl’s trembling back, letting her release all her pent-up emotion.

Nearby, Ivory stood motionless. The shadow of her hood almost completely concealed her face, revealing only her elegant, tense jawline. Her thin lips, painted with a deep purple gloss, were pressed into a firm line.

A black, mist-like aura swirled silently around her before slowly subsiding.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the new, sacred warmth that filled the room—and then, she stepped forward.

The Shadow Mage, whose past was an enigma, bowed low—very low—the hem of her black Magic Robe brushing the floor as she performed a Mage’s salute even more solemn and respectful than the last.

—

In the depths of the warm sunlight that had washed away all filth and cold, Yed Xavier felt like a lone boat that had drifted for ages, finally mooring in a tranquil, bright, and incomparably comfortable harbor.

His entire body felt pliant and warm. Every inch of muscle and bone greedily absorbed the pure, sacred, life-giving warmth, a comfort so profound he almost wanted to sink into it forever and never wake up.

His consciousness floated lazily, like a feather at the bottom of a warm pool.

However, the sharp mind of a trading house leader and the responsibility of a father were like a cold reef buried deep beneath warm sand, stubbornly piercing through this intoxicating tranquility.

As the ability to think slowly returned and coalesced, he remembered—

In the dim corridor, a sharp blade glinting with a ghastly green Poison, carrying with it a blasphemous whisper!

And immediately after, his daughter’s heart-wrenching, soul-freezing scream!

"Reya—!"

Yed’s heart seized, as if squeezed by an invisible hand.

He could no longer cling to the warmth and peace he was so reluctant to leave. He snapped his eyes open!

His vision sharpened from a blurry patch of light into focus.

The first thing to enter his sight was a familiar ceiling, carved with the Golden Maple Leaf emblem. This was, without a doubt, the safest quiet room in the Golden Maple Leaf Trading House.

Then, he felt a warm, soft touch on his left.

He turned his head slightly, his pupils contracting—a shock of red hair, like a dancing flame, was nestled softly beside his hand.

His daughter, Reya, was resting her cheek on his arm. Her thick, long eyelashes were still beaded with tears, and tear stains marked her cheeks, but her breathing was even. She had clearly fallen into a peaceful sleep out of sheer exhaustion.

One of her hands still tightly gripped his fingers beneath the flannel blanket, so tight it was as if she feared he would disappear again the moment she let go.

On the other side of the bed, a familiar figure stood silently, clad in a cloak as deep as concentrated night.

Ivory’s head was slightly bowed. Her purple eyes, which usually held a lazy glint, now showed unconcealed concern, both grave and relieved.

She gave Yed a slow, almost imperceptible nod.

Finally, his gaze drifted subconsciously to the foot of the bed.

There, a young man he greatly admired—Jon—was leaning back in a large, high-backed chair.

He looked tired, his ice-blue eyes gently closed as if he were resting. One hand was draped casually over the armrest.

Warmth, his daughter, a Guardian, a weary benefactor...

The cold assassination before he lost consciousness, the ghastly green poison blade, Reya’s scream...

A tremendous sense of confusion swirled through Yed’s newly-recovered consciousness like a vortex.

The last fragments of his memory before losing consciousness clashed violently with the peaceful, serene, yet vaguely tense atmosphere before him, leaving him completely unable to comprehend the situation.

He subconsciously moved his dry lips. His throat bobbed, and the sound that came out was so hoarse it was barely a whisper.

"What... what happened?"

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