Chapter 352: Love Style Is Not Soft

Dahlia let out a small laugh and crossed her arms.

“Let me explain it properly, Sir Sorien,” she said. “Our path doesn’t give us normal mana traits.”

Sorien brushed dirt from his sleeve and looked at her, still cautious.

“No mana traits?” he repeated. “Then what do you rely on?”

Dahlia tapped her chest.

“Unique physiques,” she said. “Instead of shaping mana outside the body, our cultivation reshapes the whole body itself.”

Sorien frowned. “Unique physique…?”

He looked thoughtful. “So it’s like a mana trait, but…”

“For the entire body,” Dahlia finished with a grin. “Exactly.”

She turned her head toward Rachel.

“And Elder Rachel’s unique physique is a special one.”

Rachel smiled softly and nodded.

“Mine is called [Radiant Love],” she said.

Sorien focused on her immediately.

“…Radiant Love,” he repeated.

Rachel clasped her hands in front of her, her posture calm and open.

“My physique is more suited for support,” she explained.

“Anyone I consider my kin grows stronger more easily when they’re near me. Their bodies recover faster. Their defense improves. Even their fear becomes lighter.”

Sorien’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“And your attacks?” he asked.

Rachel lifted her hand and curled it into a loose fist.

“I can turn all my physical attacks into a ’love style,’” she said gently. “They won’t damage the body.”

Dahlia added, “But don’t misunderstand.”

She pointed at Sorien.

“You’ll still feel the impact.”

Rachel nodded. “Pain still exists.”

She tilted her head slightly and smiled.

“So… are you ready for more?”

Sorien stared at her for a long moment.

A cultivation path without mana traits.

A body that could break barriers without injuring the target.

A support-type physique that could still overpower him physically.

“…This is absurd,” he muttered.

Then he smiled.

“To think a path like this exists,” Sorien said.

He straightened his posture and stepped forward.

“Very well,” he said calmly. “Let’s continue.”

This time, his aura sharpened.

“I’m genuinely interested now,” Sorien added. “And I won’t underestimate you again.”

Rachel nodded once.

“Alright,” she said. “Go ahead.”

Sorien took a slow breath and raised his hand.

Light gathered above his palm, sharp and focused.

The air hummed softly as the radiance condensed into a long, narrow shape.

[Radiant Lance]

The spear of light formed completely, bright but controlled. Sorien’s expression turned serious.

“Careful,” he warned. “This one isn’t meant to heal.”

He thrust his hand forward.

The lance shot across the space in a straight line, fast and clean, aimed directly at Rachel’s chest.

Dahlia sucked in a breath. “Whoa!”

Rachel didn’t dodge.

She stepped forward instead.

Her hand rose, palm open.

The lance struck her palm.

There was a brief flash of light.

Then… nothing exploded.

Rachel’s fingers closed around the lance, stopping it completely.

The light trembled in her grip, struggling for a moment before settling down like it had been calmed.

Sorien’s eyes widened.

“…She caught it?” he muttered.

Rachel looked down at the lance in her hand, then back up at Sorien.

“Oh,” she said softly. “This feels tense.”

She smiled apologetically.

“Let me return it.”

She turned her wrist slightly and flicked her arm forward.

The [Radiant Lance] flew back toward Sorien, just as fast as before… but the pressure felt different.

Sorien’s instincts screamed.

He crossed his arms and hurriedly activated [Luminous Barrier] again.

The shield formed just in time.

The lance hit it and stopped.

The barrier didn’t shatter.

Instead, the impact pushed Sorien back several steps, his boots digging into the ground.

He lowered his arms slowly, breathing steady but eyes wide.

“…That wasn’t an attack,” he said.

Rachel nodded. “Just a push.”

Dahlia laughed. “Yeah. Elder Rachel’s ’gentle’ is still terrifying.”

Sorien stared at Rachel, then let out a quiet laugh.

“…A physical cultivator who can grab spells barehanded,” he said. “This path really is unreasonable.”

Rachel smiled warmly.

“Shall we continue?” she asked.

Sorien straightened.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “I want to see how far this goes.”

The light inside the [Radiant Order Domain] grew denser.

It didn’t press down, but it became clearer, sharper, like the air itself had been cleaned too thoroughly.

Rachel felt it immediately.

“Oh,” she said softly. “This one feels different.”

Sorien nodded. “Because now I’m testing endurance, not reactions.”

He spread his hands apart.

Multiple points of light formed around him, hovering in the air.

[Radiant Lance]

Three spears of light rotated slowly, aimed at Rachel from different angles.

Dahlia’s smile faded a little. “Hey, hey… isn’t that too much?”

Sorien didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on Rachel.

“Please defend,” he said.

Rachel took a step forward.

She didn’t raise a barrier.

She didn’t dodge.

She simply clenched her fists and moved.

The first lance fired.

Rachel punched it aside. The light shattered harmlessly.

The second lance came from the side.

She twisted and kicked, dispersing it midair.

Then the third one struck.

It was faster.

Rachel turned, but not fast enough.

The lance pierced her shoulder and exploded into light.

Rachel staggered back a step.

Blood splashed onto the ground.

Dahlia’s eyes widened. “Elder Rachel!”

Sorien’s expression changed instantly. “I went too far!”

Rachel raised one hand.

“I’m fine,” she said.

She looked down at her shoulder.

The wound was deep. Light residue flickered around it, interfering with movement.

Sorien frowned. “That was a direct hit. Even with control, light damage lingers.”

Rachel nodded. “It does.”

Then something changed.

Warm radiance flowed out from her chest, gentle and steady.

[Heart of Love]

The light around her didn’t clash with Sorien’s domain. It blended.

The wound began to close.

Blood stopped flowing.

Flesh knitted together smoothly, as if guided by careful hands.

In just a few breaths, the injury vanished completely.

Rachel rolled her shoulder once.

“…Alright,” she said. “All better.”

Dahlia stared. “That was instant.”

Sorien stood frozen.

“…Instant regeneration,” he said quietly. “Inside another person’s domain.”

He lowered his hands slowly.

“That wasn’t a healing spell,” he continued. “It came from your body itself.”

Rachel smiled gently.

“Yes,” she said. “My physique prioritizes my kin. That includes myself.”

Sorien let out a long breath and laughed under his breath.

“This is absurd,” he said. “A physical cultivator who ignores spell damage, catches light techniques, and heals instantly.”

He looked at her with open respect now.

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