Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 200 I am not a good father

Cold Hunter King slowly opened his eyes, starlight swirling in his amber pupils.

He raised his hand, and the skin his fingertips touched felt unfamiliar. He stared blankly at his well-defined knuckles—hands that should have been covered with burn marks from his fierce battle with the Red Demon.

"I clearly..." The deep voice stopped abruptly, and the last image of his memory flashed through his mind: the scarlet tentacles piercing his chest, and the excruciating pain that tore his soul apart.

Now, the cool mountain breeze on his skin felt so real, and the fresh air rushing in as his lungs expanded made him shiver involuntarily.

Just then, he sensed the presence beside him.

His gaze suddenly shifted to the side.

A figure stood quietly not far away.

The faint, veil-like starlight was slowly receding and fading from his body.

As the light faded, a young and handsome face was revealed, with a gentle yet slightly weary smile playing on his lips.

A few wisps of emerald green light still lingered on Qin Xiaonan's fingertips.

These light particles are not inanimate objects; they seem to possess life, flickering and pulsating slightly with some mysterious rhythm.

The Cold Hunter King's pupils suddenly contracted—the frequency of the flashing was perfectly synchronized with the powerful beating of his heart in his chest!
With each heartbeat, the green light particles flickered, as if there was some connection between them that transcended flesh and blood.

“It’s me,” Qin Xiaonan’s clear voice broke the silence and answered the almost insane question in Cold Hunter King’s mind. “I used the ‘Star Ring Resurrection’ technique to reshape your body and condense the fragments of your soul that were on the verge of dissipation.”

"Resurrection spell?!" Cold Hunter King suddenly looked up, his amber eyes sharp as a hawk's, staring at Qin Xiaonan.

“Isn’t this…isn’t it something only the highest goddess of the Parthenon can wield…? You…”

The questioning fell silent.

A strange, unprecedented throbbing sensation originating from deep within his body compelled him to subconsciously perform an "introspection."

Upon seeing this, even this seasoned hunter king, who had seen countless strange demons and bizarre magic, was instantly stunned by an unprecedented shock, and his mind was shaken!

The magical galaxy that once flowed within his body like a vast nebula—the source of power he had condensed through decades of arduous training and countless life-or-death battles—has now undergone a dramatic transformation!

The Milky Way still shines brightly, but deep within the flowing nebula, several tiny, yet exceptionally bright and stable, dazzling star vortices have been born out of thin air!
These vortices rotated slowly, emitting energy fluctuations that were purer and more refined than those of the surrounding galaxies.

But that wasn't the most alarming thing for him.

He discovered that his blood, the fluid surging through his veins, was no longer pure life! Beneath that crimson base, there flowed wisps of clearly visible starlight, like liquid diamonds!
This is not a figurative description, but a real flow of energy containing the essence of stars!

With each pump of his heart, they surged through his entire vascular network, each cycle bringing an indescribable sense of power and a strange feeling of "cold burning."

This is the result of Soraka triggering the core power of the Star Power.

At this moment, the Cold Hunter King's physical strength has already surpassed the limits of mortals, and is even enough to make most demons known for their physical strength tremble in fear!
He subconsciously clenched his fist.

"Bam—!"

A deep, penetrating boom suddenly rang out, creating a visible, distorted sound barrier! The shockwave emanated from his fist and spread outwards, blowing his bangs back and stirring up a thin layer of dust on the ground.

The return of power was so real, so domineering! He slowly loosened his fist, looking at his hands that contained the power of the stars, his heart churning with complex emotions.

The relief of surviving the ordeal, the astonishment at the unfamiliar power, and... gratitude towards the person before him. "Thank you for saving my life!"

A life-saving grace is heavier than mountains.

Regardless of the other party's identity or the forbidden techniques they used, Cold Hunter King would always remember this kindness.

"There's no need for that!" Qin Xiaonan shifted slightly. "I promised Lingling I would help her find her father."

“Lingling?!”

This name, like the most intense lightning bolt, instantly cleaved open the softest spot in the Cold Hunter King's heart!
He looked up abruptly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Is she...is she alright? How...how is she?"

The mountain breeze seemed to fall completely silent at this moment.

The gentle smile on Qin Xiaonan's face vanished, replaced by a deep seriousness.

"Your courage and sense of responsibility in hunting down the Red Devils are admirable, and you truly deserve the title of 'King of Hunters'."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming heavy: "But—I don't agree with your approach."

Cold Hunter King staggered backward, his back slamming into the broken pillar of the altar.

“I,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “I am not a good father.”

"Where is this?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"This is the Red Devil's lair, Crane Castle in the Sakura Country."

Qin Xiaonan looked at the Cold Hunter King again: "Do you still want to do what you did before? Do you still want to risk everything to complete that unfinished 'hunt'?"

“I…” Cold Hunter King opened his mouth, the word “will” almost slipping out.

This was an instinct ingrained in his bones, the mission of the Hunter King! But just as the word was about to escape his lips, he hesitated.

The flames of revenge still burned in his heart, but another, heavier force—the guilt and longing for his daughter—suppressed those flames like a cold tide.

Seeing Cold Hunter King's hesitation.

Qin Xiaonan's expression finally softened a bit.

He took a step forward, his voice carrying an undeniable decisiveness and a strange, reassuring power:

"Go back," he said, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, landing on the stubbornly waiting figure.

“Go back and spend time with Lingling. She needs you, far more than you think. As for the Red Devil matter…” Qin Xiaonan’s lips curled into a cold and confident smile, “Leave it to me.”

Cold Hunter King suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and focused on Qin Xiaonan once again.

The young man before him was mysterious, powerful, and possessed extraordinary abilities, wielding "Starlight Magic" that was completely beyond his comprehension.

He saved himself because of Lingling? What is his relationship with Lingling? The power system he used did not belong to any magic school he knew—whether it was Parthenon's life magic, the Holy Light system of the Holy City, the dark necromancy system, or ancient elemental magic.

Beneath the immense gratitude lies a deeper mystery and a primal sense of vigilance.

(End of this chapter)