MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 62: THE BONE THAT REMEMBERS
Chapter 62 — THE BONE THAT REMEMBERS
The moment Azure Dragon Academy left the arena, the noise followed them like a fading storm.
Cheers turned distant.Whispers thinned.The weight, however—did not.
Long Hao walked at the rear of the group, steps measured, breathing steady. To anyone watching, he looked the same as always: calm, detached, unremarkable.
Inside, something shifted.
Not violently. Not explosively.
Like a bone settling into place after being broken for centuries.
They were given a temporary resting sector—an isolated stone pavilion reserved for elite academies. Defensive formations hummed faintly along the walls, designed to block spiritual probing and external observation.
The moment Long Hao crossed the threshold which Longyu pointed towards—
The floor pulsed.
Once.
So subtle it would have escaped anyone else.
Long Hao stopped.
His fingers curled slightly.
"...You felt that too," he said quietly.
Silence.
Then—
Longyu yawned.
"Tch. Took you long enough to notice."
Long Hao did not turn.
"...You’re clearer than before."
She glanced at her own hands, flexing her fingers as if testing the air.
"Because I’m no longer only a panel."
Her gaze slid to the stone beneath their feet.
"To be precise—because of dragon bone synchronization."
Long Hao finally faced her.
"...Explain."
"What did you mean back in the arena?"
Longyu clicked her tongue, clearly annoyed—and yet, for once, not mocking.
"You’re standing on the remains of an ancient dragon," she said."Not metaphorically. Not symbolically. Literally."
Her foot tapped the floor.
"Dragon Turtle Academy wasn’t built above a corpse."
"It was built into it."
Long Hao’s eyes narrowed.
"You said this place nourishes rebellion."
"Yes." She smirked. "But you didn’t ask why."
She gestured lazily, and the air between them shimmered.
For an instant, Long Hao saw it—
Colossal vertebrae buried beneath layers of formation stone. Runes hammered into bone. Chains of light piercing marrow.
A dragon—coiled, broken, unbowed.
Longyu’s voice softened.
"Dragons don’t just leave behind flesh when they die."
"They leave behind will."
She looked at Long Hao directly.
"Dragon seeding bones are fragments where that will never dispersed."
"They remember."
Long Hao absorbed the words in silence.
"...And that affected you."
Longyu snorted.
"Understatement."
She folded her arms.
"I was designed to exist as an interface—a regulator. A limiter. A translator between you and what sleeps in your soul."
"For a long time, that was all I could be."
Her eyes flicked away.
"But when you unsealed yourself during the Trial Island... when you stepped onto this ground... your existence aligned with the dragon’s resentment."
Alignment.
Not inheritance.
Not destiny.
Synchronization.
"The dragon bone recognized you," Longyu said flatly."And I... was pulled closer to reality because of it."
She leaned back slightly, posture casual again.
"Think of it like this: your soul provided the anchor."
"The dragon bone provided the medium."
"And I?" She smiled thinly. "I was finally given enough resistance to push against."
Long Hao exhaled slowly.
"...So this form isn’t permanent."
"No." Her eyes sharpened. "It’s still a weaker version of me."
Silence stretched.
Outside, distant battle announcements echoed faintly through the academy grounds.
Long Hao broke the silence.
"...System."
Longyu stiffened.
"I mean- Longyu."
He rarely called her that anymore.
"You never told me any of this," he continued."And I never asked."
He turned fully toward her now.
"Before, you were always... an intelligent inquisition process. Restrictive. Observational."
"Now you’re here."
His gaze was steady.
"So tell me."
"Why do I have you?"
The question landed without emotion.
No accusation. No desperation.
Just fact.
"I mean."
"I died," Long Hao said."I was hunted. Surrounded. Killed."
"There was no miracle. No regret. No unfinished wish. Just some bruises to my ego."
"But as the Shadow King, this kind of betrayal was within my expectations in my industry of greed."
His voice dropped slightly.
"So why did I wake up again?"
"And why did I wake up with you? A System?"
"I can understand about the memories from the lightning but why you?"
For the first time since she appeared—
Longyu didn’t answer immediately.
Her jade glow dimmed a fraction.
"...Tch."
She looked away.
"That’s a dangerous question," she muttered.
Long Hao did not press.
He waited.
Finally, she sighed.
"I can only tell you one thing right now."
She met his eyes again—no teasing this time.
"It has something to do with your past life."
Long Hao’s pupils contracted.
"But I can’t tell you more."
"Not yet."
She raised one finger.
"Because if you learn the rest now..."
Her expression sharpened into something cold.
"...You won’t survive it."
Long Hao studied her.
"...Strength," he said quietly. "Physical? Spiritual? Or something else?"
"All of it," Longyu replied.
"And something you haven’t cultivated yet."
"What."
She smiled faintly.
"Weight."
Before he could respond, she added:
"You weren’t reborn because Heaven was kind."
"You weren’t reborn because fate made a mistake."
She leaned closer.
"You were reborn because something that should have stayed buried... recognized you."
Then she straightened, expression returning to her usual lazy arrogance.
"Ask again when you can stand without needing the ground to hate Heaven for you."
Her form flickered.
And dissolved.
Long Hao remained where he was, unmoving.
Minutes passed.
Then—
A distant explosion rippled through the air.
The pavilion’s formations trembled slightly.
A voice boomed across the academy grounds.
"—VERMILLION PHOENIX ACADEMY HAS ENTERED THE FIELD!"
The atmosphere shifted.
Even Azure Dragon’s resting area grew quieter.
VERMILLION PHOENIX VS HEAVENLY ORCHID
The main arena erupted in crimson light.
Vermillion Phoenix Academy stepped forward as one.
No hesitation. No chatter.
Their uniforms burned with suppressed heat, spiritual pressure layered like controlled wildfire.
Opposite them—
Heavenly Orchid Arts Academy.
Elegant robes. Flowing techniques. Graceful stances.
They were not weak.
They were refined.
The gong struck.
Heavenly Orchid moved first—petal-shaped spiritual blades blooming through the air, techniques weaving into layered suppression fields.
Vermillion Phoenix did not dodge.
They walked through it.
The petals incinerated mid-flight.
A single step forward—
The temperature spiked.
One Phoenix disciple raised his hand.
No chant. No formation.
Just release.
A wave of crimson flame erased the battlefield’s left flank.
Heavenly Orchid’s front line collapsed instantly.
Screams followed.
The second Phoenix member moved—faster.
He appeared behind an Orchid cultivator and struck once.
Not with flame.
With pressure.
The cultivator’s body folded inward, bones crushed by compressed heat.
The audience went silent.
This wasn’t combat.
This was eradication.
The Orchid captain attempted a desperate counter—an artistic, high-level technique meant to bind and drain.
The Vermillion Phoenix captain finally spoke.
"Insufficient."
She snapped his fingers.
The technique evaporated.
Moments later, the gong rang again.
"—HEAVENLY ORCHID ARTS ACADEMY IS DEFEATED!"
The fight had lasted less than three minutes.
High in the stands, elders exchanged glances.
"Brute suppression," one murmured.
"No," another corrected. "Perfect control."
Azure Dragon members watched from their pavilion.
Chen whistled softly. "That’s... brutal."
Bai Qianlan’s expression was serious. "They didn’t overextend. Not once."
Ling Yifan tightened his grip on his spear.
"...They’re efficient."
Long Hao watched in silence.
He did not feel challenged.
He felt measured.
As the arena reset, Long Hao turned away.
His chest tightened faintly—not pain, but pressure.
Deep beneath Dragon Turtle Academy—
Something stirred.
A memory.
A bone that remembered defiance.
And somewhere beyond the sky—
Something else noticed the shift.
The Shadow King did not announce himself.
He didn’t need to.
The ground beneath him already had.
[Chapter ENDS]
