MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 167: THE MARK AND THE BLOOD

Chapter 167 — THE MARK AND THE BLOOD

The sky did not fully heal.

The golden fracture sealed halfway—like an eye that refused to close.

And then—

It looked back.

A thin beam of concentrated gold descended from the fracture, not violently, not explosively.

Deliberately.

It did not target Zehell.

It did not strike the Dean.

It did not shatter the canyon.

It struck Long Hao.

Directly in the chest.

There was no time to dodge.

No time to intercept.

The beam pierced through his stabilized aura as if it had been invited.

His body locked mid-breath.

Black-gold energy surged outward reflexively—but instead of repelling the light, it absorbed it.

The beam vanished.

The sky went silent.

The golden silhouette above dimmed slightly.

And then—

It spoke.

"ECLIPSE VARIABLE — MARKED."

The words carved themselves into reality.

Long Hao staggered back two steps.

His heart hammered violently.

Heat spread across his sternum.

He looked down.

There—

Over his heart—

A golden sigil burned into existence.

Not carved into skin.

Not bleeding.

Glowing.

An intricate circular array of heavenly inscriptions layered over a central eclipse mark.

The fragment inside him reacted sharply—but did not destabilize.

It synchronized.

The Vice Dean’s voice turned grim.

"Surveillance seal." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Ling Yifan clenched his jaw.

"What does that mean?"

"It means," the Dean answered quietly, "every time he uses Anchor-tier energy... Heaven will know."

The air grew heavier.

Zehell tilted her head slightly.

"So it branded you instead of erasing you."

Long Hao touched the mark instinctively.

Pain flared—not sharp, but oppressive.

Heaven had not chosen annihilation.

It had chosen monitoring.

The golden fracture in the sky finally began sealing fully.

The silhouette faded.

The chains dissolved.

Silence returned to the canyon.

But the mark remained.

And it pulsed faintly with each heartbeat.

Zehell’s aura intensified again.

"Now," she said softly, "you belong to both sides."

The Dean stepped forward.

"Stand down."

Zehell’s gaze shifted to him.

"You think this ends because Heaven blinked?"

The ground beneath her feet cracked.

Anchor authority expanded outward violently.

The Vice Dean’s barrier formation reactivated instantly.

"Containment pattern!" Ling Yifan ordered.

Azure Dragon moved.

But Zehell had changed.

She was no longer trying to merge.

She was escalating.

Her eyes locked onto the golden mark glowing on Long Hao’s chest.

"That," she said quietly, "will eventually kill you."

The air compressed.

Long Hao felt it instantly.

This attack was not aimed at his body.

It was aimed at the mark.

A concentrated beam of black-gold Anchor energy formed at Zehell’s fingertips.

Dense.

Spinning.

Condensed origin.

The Dean reacted instantly, blade flashing forward—

But Zehell feinted.

The beam curved.

Space itself bent around it.

It bypassed the Dean’s interception.

And shot straight for Long Hao’s chest.

Too fast.

Too precise.

Too close.

Long Hao’s body reacted—but he was exhausted.

His aura flared—but not fully formed.

He saw it coming.

He could not stop it.

And then—

Crimson.

A streak of red cut across his vision.

Instructor Mei Ying appeared in front of him without hesitation.

Her palm struck outward, forming a blazing crimson sigil barrier between him and the incoming beam.

"Are you stupid?!" she shouted at him over her shoulder.

The beam hit.

The barrier shattered instantly.

The attack had not been flashy.

It had not screamed across the battlefield with dramatic color or explosive theatrics.

It had been precise.

And that was what made it terrifying.

Zehell’s fingers had barely moved when the black-gold beam condensed—no wider than a spear shaft, but so densely packed with Anchor authority that the air around it warped inward. It did not burn like fire. It did not crackle like lightning.

It erased.

Where it passed, space lost coherence for a fraction of a second, folding in on itself before snapping back violently.

It was aimed directly at the golden mark over Long Hao’s heart.

Not to wound.

To overwrite.

Long Hao had been a heartbeat too slow.

And Mei Ying—

She did not hesitate.

She did not think.

She did not calculate probability or survival.

She stepped.

One step forward.

That was all it took.

Her crimson aura erupted instantly, expanding outward like the bloom of a burning flower. A layered defensive array formed between her palm and the incoming beam—three concentric circles of flame-script rotating in opposite directions. Each layer represented decades of mastery. Each inscription reinforced the next.

The beam struck.

The first circle disintegrated instantly.

Not cracked.

Not fractured.

Gone.

The second layer held for less than a breath before collapsing inward like paper set alight from the inside.

The third—

The final barrier—

Exploded outward in a violent flare of red and gold.

The impact was silent for half a second.

Then the canyon detonated.

A shockwave flattened the ground beneath Mei Ying’s feet, carving a crater outward in a perfect ring. Dust and shattered stone burst skyward. The air compressed so violently that Ling Yifan was thrown back several meters despite anchoring himself.

Long Hao felt the force tear past him like a hurricane.

He was hurled backward.

But the beam did not reach him.

Because Mei Ying absorbed the rest.

The Anchor strike pierced through the last remnants of her aura and slammed directly into her torso.

Not through her body—

But into her core.

Her crimson energy flickered violently, destabilized by the foreign authority attempting to invade and overwrite her internal flow.

For a split second—

Her silhouette glowed black-gold from the inside.

Her back arched.

Blood sprayed from her lips.

The beam dispersed only after her own energy detonated outward in self-defense, scattering the Anchor force into dissipating fragments.

When the dust settled—

She was still standing.

But barely.

Her robes were shredded at the front, fabric burned and torn away where the attack had struck. Dark bruising spread rapidly beneath her skin in branching patterns, like cracks forming through glass. Veins along her neck and arms pulsed irregularly, corrupted energy flickering along them before fading.

Her right arm trembled uncontrollably.

The palm she had used to block the strike was blackened, the skin blistered and torn. Not burned by heat—but destabilized by authority clash.

Her knees buckled.

She forced herself upright.

Not for pride.

For him.

Long Hao stared at her in disbelief.

"Instructor—"

She coughed again, and this time it was heavier. Blood dripped freely from the corner of her mouth, staining the stone beneath her boots.

The internal damage was worse than the external.

The Anchor strike had not simply hit her body.

It had attempted to rewrite the structure of her cultivation core.

Her internal energy pathways were in chaos, crimson flow disrupted, fragments of black-gold authority still trying to nest within her meridians.

Ouyang rushed forward, frost sealing the bleeding wounds while muttering stabilization chants under her breath.

But Mei Ying waved her off weakly.

"I’m not dead," she rasped.

Though her voice trembled.

Long Hao saw it now.

The cost.

If she had been half a second slower—

The beam would have struck the golden mark.

The collision of Heaven’s surveillance seal and Anchor overwrite would have detonated inside his chest.

Not a wound.

An annihilation.

She had stepped into something designed to erase him from existence.

And she had done it without thinking.

Because that was what she was.

Teacher.

Guardian.

Even when she scolded him.

Even when she called him reckless.

Even when she pretended indifference.

She had never once hesitated to stand between him and death.

Her breathing grew shallow.

Her aura dimmed.

The crimson flame around her shrank to a faint glow hugging her frame.

The Vice Dean knelt beside her, placing a stabilizing hand over her back.

"Internal authority contamination," he murmured grimly.

"It tried to invade."

Mei Ying gave a faint, crooked smile despite the blood on her lips.

"Tell him," she whispered, glancing at Long Hao, "that if he dies after this... I’m haunting him."

Long Hao’s throat tightened painfully.

The canyon around them still trembled faintly from residual energy.

Zehell stood at a distance, watching.

She had not underestimated Mei Ying.

But she had not expected that level of interception either.

Mei Ying had not blocked the attack cleanly.

She had absorbed it.

Redirected the fatal vector inward.

Sacrificed structural integrity of her own core to prevent overwrite.

Her hand twitched weakly as Long Hao knelt beside her.

"You’re not allowed to fall," he said quietly.

She gave a soft, strained laugh.

"Then get strong enough," she whispered, "so I don’t have to."

Her eyes flickered once.

Then steadied.

Alive.

But wounded deeply.

And the entire canyon now understood one brutal truth:

Zehell’s attacks were not meant to injure.

They were meant to erase.

And Mei Ying had stood between erasure and the boy she refused to give up on.

The impact exploded outward in a violent shockwave.

The canyon floor cratered.

Dust consumed everything.

Long Hao was thrown backward.

The Dean lunged forward.

Ling Yifan anchored himself with a spear of condensed energy to avoid being blown away.

When the dust cleared—

Mei Ying was on her knees.

The crimson aura around her flickering violently.

Blood traced down from her temple.

Her robe torn.

The beam had not pierced through her.

But it had hit fully.

Long Hao’s eyes widened.

"Instructor—"

She coughed once.

Then looked back at him.

"You owe me tuition," she muttered weakly.

Relief and rage collided inside him.

Zehell watched calmly.

"You shield him even now."

The Vice Dean stepped between them instantly.

"You’ve crossed the line."

Zehell’s expression didn’t change.

"You think you understand cost?"

Her gaze shifted to Long Hao.

"You carry Heaven’s brand."

"You carry my fragment."

"You carry blood on your past."

"Every step forward will burn something."

Long Hao’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened.

He moved.

Not away.

Forward.

The golden mark on his chest pulsed violently in response to his rising Anchor energy.

The sky flickered faintly in warning.

The Dean’s voice cut sharply:

"Careful!"

Long Hao ignored it.

Void wrapped around his right arm.

Shadow layered over it.

Black-gold fragment energy spiraled at the core.

But this time—

He did not unleash blindly.

He stepped toward Mei Ying.

Knelt.

And placed his hand over her shoulder.

Energy flowed—not destructive.

Stabilizing.

Controlled.

The golden mark pulsed but did not trigger.

Heaven watched.

But did not strike.

Mei Ying’s breathing steadied slightly.

The Vice Dean glanced at the mark.

"It responds to intent," he murmured.

Zehell’s eyes narrowed.

"So you learned restraint."

Long Hao stood slowly.

He faced her fully now.

The canyon behind him shattered.

Friends injured.

Teacher bleeding.

Sky branded.

Past exposed.

Greed acknowledged.

"This isn’t about erasing you," he said quietly.

"It’s about choosing."

The black-gold aura around him condensed tightly.

Not flaring outward recklessly.

Controlled.

Precise.

The golden mark flickered—but remained stable.

Zehell studied him carefully.

"You think that saves them?"

"No," Long Hao replied.

"But it saves me."

The Dean stepped beside him.

Ling Yifan reformed position.

Bai’s illusions stabilized the battlefield perimeter.

Chen wiped blood from his lip and grinned faintly.

Ouyang reinforced Mei Ying with frost-sealing technique.

The Vice Dean’s aura expanded in measured layers.

Zehell stood alone against them.

But not weakened.

Never weakened.

The canyon wind howled between fractured cliffs.

"You passed Heaven’s first gaze," she said softly.

"Let us see if you survive your own."

Her Anchor aura surged one more time—

Not explosively.

But steadily.

This war had shifted.

Heaven had marked him.

Blood had been spilled.

And the line between salvation and destruction had narrowed.

Long Hao stepped forward again.

The mark on his chest glowing.

The fragment steady.

The choice his.

And this time—

He did not look like a boy from the slums.

He looked like someone who had finally decided what kind of monster he would be.

[Chapter ENDS]