Divine Seal: The little princess is vying and fighting to become the Demon Emperor.

Chapter 24: Is talent influenced by bloodline?

"Isn't it that you can't do it?"

"What, just because you can't do it, doesn't mean others can't?"

Feng Jing unleashed a furious barrage of attacks, leaving Long Xingyu utterly powerless to retaliate.

Long Xingyu felt somewhat confused by this, sensing that Feng Jing was becoming increasingly hostile towards him.

His face was sullen, and his tone was anything but friendly.

Not everyone can be greedy and satisfied.

"You are you, and you can have multiple roles, but that doesn't mean he can also practice both."

"Forcing your methods on him will only harm him."

His words were also out of consideration for Long Haochen.

However, he overlooked one thing: he didn't understand Long Haochen as well as Feng Jing did.

"he can."

Feng Jing refuted Long Xingyu's words again.

"Long Haochen, tell him your current level, and—"

"Your innate spiritual power."

Upon hearing Feng Jing's words, Long Haochen immediately stood up straight, raised his head and chest, and answered earnestly in a loud voice.

"Reporting to Auntie!"

"I broke through again a few days ago, now I'm at 166!"

"My innate spiritual power is 97!"

You could tell how proud Long Haochen was from his voice.

And he certainly has reason to be proud, doesn't he?
Long Xingyu admitted that he couldn't have achieved such strength at his age.

However, Long Xingyu was in no mood for comparisons at the moment.

"How many did you say?"

"How much innate spiritual power do you think you have?"

Long Xingyu's voice was so shocked it was almost shrill; he really wondered if he had misheard.

How is it possible to have an innate spiritual power of 97?
In human history, how long has it been since a person with the attribute of light and an innate spiritual power of 90 or above has appeared?

Moreover, he is someone whose innate spiritual power is less than 80, while Bai Yue is an ordinary person who cannot even cultivate. Can their union truly give birth to a peerless genius with an innate spiritual power of 97?

"97?"

"Is it very high?"

Long Haochen scratched his head, seemingly unaware of how shocking his words were.

He genuinely didn't feel it was high, because Feng Jing was standing in front of him, towering over him.

"My aunt's innate spiritual power is much higher than mine. Compared to her, I am still far behind."

Long Xingyu: ……

Long Xingyu, who was stunned for a long time, finally came to his senses and accepted the fact that he had not been hallucinating.

"97, 97, 97..."

After confirming that Long Haochen's innate spiritual power was indeed 97, he kept repeating the number, extremely excited.

At that moment, Long Xingyu had made his decision. No matter what, Long Haochen was his son.

And they quickly dismissed their earlier doubts.

Such a prodigy could only belong to Long Xingyu; the Knights' Temple could not afford to miss out on this once-in-a-millennium Son of Light.

"Isn't your innate spiritual power higher? Why hasn't he adapted yet?"

Moving closer to Feng Jing, Long Haochen asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"I'm different from you."

Feng Jing was much more patient with Long Haochen.

"I cultivate all six paths simultaneously and belong to all six holy temples. No matter how good my talent is, it is the matter of the Holy Temple Alliance and has nothing to do with any individual holy temple."

“You are currently just a pure knight, a genius unique to the Knight Temple, untouchable by other temples, which is why he is so agitated.”

"After all, it's been a long time since anyone has had a natural spiritual power of over 90 in the Light attribute." Feng Jing paused again when he said the last sentence.

Wait, who is that person?
Why did she suddenly recall a name from long ago, yet it felt so unfamiliar?

Help! Couldn't my second uncle have caught me back then? He just watched me fall from the sky, smash my head, and it's been there for so many years...

"Auntie, Auntie..."

Long Haochen tugged at Feng Jing's sleeve to bring her back to her senses, then leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"He said he wanted to stay and teach me cultivation."

Should I say yes or no?

"If I learn both of your skills at the same time, won't I end up learning too many different things?"

Although Long Haochen's voice was soft, it was impossible for it to escape Long Xingyu's ears.

Long Xingyu felt somewhat uncomfortable hearing these words.

He never expected that Feng Jing was more important to Long Haochen than himself.

But he didn't consider that Long Haochen was practically raised by Feng Jing. He had only been around for less than a day, so why would he think he was more important than Feng Jing?

"You're not a jack-of-all-trades; you're quite smart."

"It's not a bad thing to let him teach you moves, after all, he does have a few tricks up his sleeve."

“He’s unwilling to teach anyone else, but you’re his son, so he should be willing to teach you.”

Feng Jing's voice wasn't low or high; he was openly and frankly scheming against Long Xingyu.

"understood."

Long Haochen nodded and gave Feng Jing a knowing look.

He'll try to extract Long Xingyu's secret techniques and then teach them to his aunt. They're all family, why be so formal?

"Dad, I will definitely study hard."

Long Haochen solemnly promised Long Xingyu.

"it is good."

Although his expression remained normal, every time Long Xingyu heard Long Haochen call him "Dad," he felt as if a needle was stabbing into his pride, until the day he became immune to it.

Am I really going to accept the child born to my beloved wife and my enemy? And then teach him cultivation without reservation?

All for the sake of making him stronger, to become a blade in my hand. A blade that fights for the glory of the human race, to kill the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu.

At this moment, Long Xingyu had no idea that his son was indeed his son, but because of his mistake, the son was being misunderstood.

The argument ended with Long Xingyu admitting that he didn't understand Long Haochen well enough, and that he hadn't expected Long Haochen to be so outstanding, outstanding enough to be capable of dual cultivation.

However, after the argument ended, Long Xingyu, as if trying to avoid a sensitive topic, brought up Feng Jing's question.

Why do you never take off your mask?

"I don't pick them when I'm in the league, I don't pick them when I get home, and I don't pick them when I'm eating."

Feng Jing: "...You're being nosy."

"I'd love to wear it."

Why don't you take off your mask even when you get home? Don't you know why?
It's all because of you, an outsider.

Seeing that Long Xingyu's gaze was still fixed on him, Feng Jing was speechless.

"What, you want to see me take off my mask?"

"What are you doubting? You can just say it directly."

"Are you really Yue's sister?"

Why do you have different surnames?

"Why can't Yue cultivate, while you have such great talent?"

"Besides, your age is also a problem..."

Long Xingyu was quite frank; he suspected that Feng Jing's identity was questionable.

Feng Jing didn't want to answer his long string of questions because they seemed a bit childish.

Can surnames and talents really be used as criteria for determining bloodlines?
Do you think talent is influenced by bloodline?

(End of this chapter)