Extraordinary Evil God

7

“Destroyed by another’s hand?” Xiao Che’s brows tightened sharply. From childhood to this day, all he’d ever known—whether through his grandfather’s teachings or the tales of others—was that his profound veins were innately crippled. It was only today, upon bearing the memories of the Sacred Healer’s legacy in his rebirth, that he realized his damaged veins were not the result of a congenital defect.

Yet Xia Qingyue had declared in a single sentence that his crippled veins were not due to birth but had been damaged by external force after he was born.

This fact, unnoticed by anyone in t

he Xiao family, was laid bare by Xia Qingyue in a mere few breaths.

This woman...

“Precisely.” Xia Qingyue lowered her lashes, speaking softly, “And because the injury struck you at a young age, perhaps your family remained unaware, leaving the wound untreated. As your body grew, the damage calcified… leaving no hope for repair.”

Her final words carried an unshakable certainty. For an adult, damaged profound veins would result in a depletion of profound energy, though repair might still be possible. But when an infant’s profound veins were crippled, the injury became a permanent foundation for their growth, deepening over time into utter ruin—such that by Xiao Che’s age, reversal was unimaginable.

Yet Xiao Che’s expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly, “That may not be the case.”

Xia Qingyue cast him a sidelong glance, “It seems you’ve held hope for repairing your profound veins?”

“I will restore them,” Xiao Che stated, his face impassive.

Xia Qingyue regarded him intently. From his gaze, she discerned not merely pride and confidence, but a chilling, deep-seated resolve. With a faint sigh, she murmured, “…The Sky Profound Continent is boundless, teeming with talents. Perhaps someone does indeed exist with the power to restore your veins. I should not have spoken so conclusively; consider it my ignorance.”

These words marked a sharp change in Xiao Che’s impression of her. He hesitated, then asked, “The icy profound energy you wielded earlier—what is it? I’ve never heard of anyone in Floating Cloud City who possesses such power. Your master… I suspect they are not from here… But this may be personal, so feel free not to answer.”

Xia Qingyue remained silent for a long moment. Just as Xiao Che assumed she would not respond, she replied calmly, “Frozen Cloud Arts.”

“Frozen Cloud Arts?” The name jolted Xiao Che, stirring a faint familiarity. When he finally recalled its significance, his face paled, and he exclaimed, “Frozen Cloud Asgard?!”

Xia Qingyue glanced at him in slight surprise. Despite his initial outburst, she found him remarkably composed. Even the city’s lord would tremble at hearing this name. With a gentle smile, she replied, “Indeed, my master hails from Frozen Cloud Asgard, and I am considered one of its disciples… Only my father in Floating Cloud City knows; you are the second. I tell you this because, in name, you are my husband, so this is a courtesy.”