Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 285: Repair and Cleaning of Ancient Buildings

Wu Chen is not a god.

The power of the will did not remain on Wu Chen.

But this did not stop Lady He'an from kneeling before him and praying devoutly.

"Bless me, holy being. Have mercy on me and lift the curse on the He'an family," the old woman pleaded, her voice filled with hope. She truly yearned for a miracle, for only a miracle could save her.

Wu Chen ignored her.

He was a traveler; there was no need for him to reply after hearing the question. His will gently stirred a ripple, and the next moment, his holy maiden stepped forward and spoke in his place.

"What do you want, Sheila Hoan?" Her tone no longer held the trepidation and humility of a village girl, but rather an equal gaze upon every living being. Nobles and commoners made no difference to her. Her loyalty lay solely with her master.

"You have lived for a very long time, and your lineage has ended. You are the last direct descendant of the He'an family. The curse you know can no longer have a definite effect on you." The Holy Maiden spoke the information that everyone knew, but no one dared to gossip about. And everything about Lady He'an was clearly revealed before Wu Chen's eyes.

He looked at the old woman, who paused for a moment. Even a true god wouldn't unconditionally respond to just anyone's every request. Besides, he was merely a passerby; he wouldn't significantly interfere with established destiny.

unless……

"I..." The old woman's agitation was properly suppressed. The Saintess's question made her aware of her true desires and wishes. "I... want to continue the He'an family. The family's glory cannot end in my hands."

“I want a child, an heir. God, please show me a young man so that he may inherit the glory of the He'an family.”

She expressed her wish.

She only wished for someone recognized by the Seven Gods to inherit the family banner and emblem. Bloodline was irrelevant; after all, her surviving distant relatives were in much the same boat as her.

The light has descended.

Wu Chen gazed at the elderly woman, a new spark of inspiration igniting within his vibrant soul. The transformation spell he had just cast on Demon Mountain was unleashed once more, and just as before, he easily controlled this soulless, demon-free flesh and blood, transforming and recreating it according to his own will.

The wrinkles vanished in an instant. The skin returned to its smooth state. A hoarse sound came from the old woman's throat, and a large amount of decaying tissue was expelled from her cough, melting and evaporating before hitting the ground.

Her cough grew clearer. Her voice became brighter. Almost visibly, her long hair regained its color and shine. And the elderly woman was restored to youth and beauty.

The spell has ended.

The experiment was more successful than expected.

The reborn Lady He'an touched her face in a daze, then let out a surprised scream. Her lifespan limit might not have changed, but her body, inside and out, had completely returned to the state it was in when she was twenty!

"I...I've regained my youth?" She looked at her smooth palms in disbelief.

“Congratulations, Hera Hoan,” the saintly girl replied. “The Lord has granted your wish. You now possess a young body capable of bearing children once more. Go, find your new home. The Lord has bestowed upon you abundant blessings.”

She spoke, and her followers around her cheered in unison. Their eyes held no envy or jealousy, only a natural joy.

"Holy, holy, the glory of the seven gods descends! Even the toothless old man can regain his youthful appearance!" the old priest proclaimed loudly, sketching a picture on parchment. In the picture, Lady He'an is bathed in light, and her old body immediately fades away.

Lady He'an knelt down again. "Divine incarnation, please allow me to offer everything. Please let my insignificant possessions reflect even a trace of your glory."

She gave up the entire castle.

Wu Chen did not respond to him—he knew, of course, that the He'an family had always wanted to get rid of the Herenburg curse. But this time it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, so he didn't take this instinctive scheming of the nobility to heart.

He walked toward the castle.

“Rejoice, Hera Hoan,” the saintly girl relayed his thoughts. “My Lord does not need your offerings, but my Lord’s servants need a place to settle. That evil castle that binds your family can no longer affect you. For a true saint is about to cleanse this castle with His might!”

Her voice was loud and clear.

Lady He'an's little scheme was exposed to the public eye.

The noblewoman, now rejuvenated, turned pale, yet dared not utter a word or utter a sound. She then retreated in awe to the side, kneeling reverently beside the bronze pillar that continued to emit screams of agony.

Her role was over. From now on, she was no longer qualified to appear in Wu Chen's sight—she remained a noblewoman, still possessing status and influence. But the most precious gains would never fall into her hands again.

Wu Chen thus bypassed her. He moved forward, stepping into the smoke-filled, pitch-black castle.

The castle guards trembled at the sight of him, heads bowed, too ashamed to utter a word. Their former master, driven by excessive greed, had done terribly wrong.

Regret.

But Wu Chen was too lazy to pay attention to the changes in these unimportant people's thoughts.

He was just a traveler; he would take action to clear away or repair injustices he saw along the way, but otherwise, he wouldn't pay much attention to unimportant scenery.

He entered the castle.

His followers followed him.

A vast power of will was mobilized by his will, replacing magic and transforming into an invisible wave. And when he reached the center of the castle, a rank of magic that he had used many times in a downgraded version, but had rarely used in its original form, appeared beneath his feet.

The sixth-tier magic, Holy Dwelling.

In that instant, the pitch-black castle was illuminated by a divine glow. And that burst of light permeated every corner of this massive structure.

Every brick, every tile.

Every pebble, every grain of sand!

The believers' astonishment and worship became effective fuel for the spell's operation. The next moment, a blurry figure made of demonic fire was forced to appear before Wu Chen by the holy light.

"Get out!" it roared in anguish.

"Get out! Get out of my castle!" It twisted and struggled, lunging towards where Wu Chen was. Even to anyone else, such an attempt was futile.

(End of this chapter)