Novels by Camellia

Fara, Therman, the advantage now lies with us. The Primal Soul Fruits are extremely few in number. Don’t you think we should eliminate some of our competitors first? Ian turned his gaze toward the newly arrived factions of the Sterling Supreme Clan and the Heavenly Origin Ancient Academy and extended an invitation.He intended to win over all the other forces completely, then unite their strength to take down Albert’s group.Ian’s words inevitably stirred a subtle commotion among the Sterling Supreme Clan and the Heavenly Origin Ancient Academy. By now, Ian had gathered major factions into an extraordinarily powerful alliance, unquestionably the strongest force present. If they chose to join him, the Martin Supreme Clan would be left isolated and alone. No matter what strength the Martin Supreme Clan possessed, they would inevitably be wiped out.With one fewer rival in the fray, everyone else would stand a greater chance of claiming the Primal Soul Fruits.On the Martin Supreme Clan’

Though their power has hardly grown over these long ages, their physical bodies have grown extraordinarily tough through endless years of accumulation.Albert stared toward one spot, where a team of roughly ten cultivators was locked in battle with a black tiger-type spirit beast. The beast’s energy level was merely around the Celestial Star Realm, yet its somewhat withered flesh was as hard as profound iron. It endured the team’s assaults without flinching, then counterattacked ferociously. In but a moment, two unlucky members were slain beneath its tiger claws.The appearance of these corpse beasts put Albert’s group on high alert, yet they did not slow their pace. Ignoring the flickering treasure radiance looming within the woods, they quickened their speed and pressed straight toward the depths.Ian, Taber and the others must already be heading for the ancient tree. If they delayed any longer and let their rivals seize the treasure first, reclaiming it afterward would be far more

Their gazes turned toward the front, where dense mist had appeared between heaven and earth. The fog was as tangible as solid substance, spreading down to blanket the heavens and the land.Beneath the mist, towering ancient trees stood silently like colossal giants. Fog swirled between the great trunks, forming an impenetrable barrier.These mist barriers were none other than the grand protective formation of the Soul Treasure Garden.The barriers had once been flawless, but after the destruction of the other treasure vaults, one section of the cloud wall had grown extremely thin, revealing an obvious flaw and opening a breach.As more and more cultivators arrived, they all unleashed their movement techniques and darted through the thin cloud wall into the Soul Treasure Garden.When Albert’s party reached the spot, he suddenly sensed icy, hostile gazes fixed on them from nearby.He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.In that direction stood a group led by Ian and Karl, the

Though he was rather displeased with Ulysses, the treasures still had to be divided fairly. Otherwise, the other three lineages would suspect that the Dragon Tooth Lineage intended to seize everything for itself, which would only hinder their cooperation later on.At his words, Euphemia took out a large stack of jade caskets from her Space Orb and opened them one by one.This treasure vault mainly stores soul essence liquid, and the stock is quite substantial, perfectly preserved. There are roughly three hundred vials of six‑star and five‑star soul liquid, ninety vials of seven‑star, and thirteen vials of eight‑star.Albert nodded slightly. From just this single vault alone, they had gained hundreds of vials of soul essence liquid—including thirteen eight‑star grades. Calculated in gold coins, the value of this batch was nearly worth hundreds of millions.It was truly a staggering fortune. No wonder Ulysses had been coveting it all along.Having no patience to dawdle with the Dragon B

Albert said apologetically, I’m sorry for making you worry. I received an urgent plea for help from an old friend earlier. Time was pressing, and I had no chance to wait for you, so I went ahead alone.Euphemia nodded slightly. It is enough that you are unharmed.Though she spoke as if it were no matter, Ulysses opposite her wore an extremely gloomy expression. He snapped angrily, Euphemia, have you lost your mind?! Did you truly intend to kill me?!Ulysses held up his palm. Its center was pitch black, the flesh seemingly eroded by toxic miasma. He circulated his soul power to dispel the poison trying to invade his body.He was filled with shock and fury. During his brief clash with Euphemia earlier, he had been completely outmatched. Euphemia’s strength as a Nine‑Star Celestial Star Realm expert was overwhelming enough to stir dread in the heart.Euphemia glanced at him and said indifferently, Yet you are still alive, are you not?Ulysses retorted angrily, Albert chose to leave on hi

Albert waved his hand and said, There’s no need. I don’t possess an ice‑attuned soul, so this frost energy would be of little use to me. Between you and me, there’s no need for such formalities.I insist!Kelly shook her head stubbornly.Without another word, she took out a casket seemingly forged from cold iron, its surface sealed with glowing runic patterns. She tossed the casket into the air and wove a series of hand seals. Immediately, wisp after wisp of Heavenly Lotus Frost rose from the Ice Divine Lotus and flowed into the casket.As more and more Heavenly Lotus Frost gathered, a thumb‑sized lotus‑shaped ice crystal took shape inside the container. Terrifying frigid energy burst forth at once, turning the surrounding air into frost in an instant.Kelly quickly closed the casket and activated its sealing runes. Once the icy aura settled, she held it out to Albert.You have to take it, she said earnestly.Seeing how determined she was, Albert felt helpless. He glanced at the cold

Clutching his swollen face, Davidson mumbled through bloodied lips, You… how dare you hit me… Do you really think I, Davidson, am someone you can bully so easily?Alan shook his head. You’re more like someone who eats filth — every word that comes out of your mouth reeks to high heaven.Davidson was absolutely livid with rage.He immediately roared at the War God and Realm Lord still kneeling on the ground, Kill him! Kill him, and I’ll give you both a hundred million US dollars!The two men exchanged a wary glance.A hundred million dollars?It sounded incredibly tempting.But how could they possibly dare to provoke Alan again? With a single move, Alan had lifted them up like helpless chicks and nearly choked them to death. They had no means of resisting him at all. Even with a hundred million dollars laid right in front of them, they were in no position to earn it…Yet suddenly, a surge of wild joy welled up in the War God’s heart.He had always kept a handgun hidden close to his bod

His throat was tightly clamped in Alan’s grip, so his voice was faint, barely audible, yet his lip movements were perfectly clear — it was obvious he was truly ready to back down and submit.Alan nodded in satisfaction, loosening his left hand slightly and said with a cold smirk, Come on, say it properly so I can hear you.Tears streamed down the War God’s face as he spoke in a hoarse voice. Father… please spare my life.Alan nodded. Good son. Since you beg me so sincerely, I’ll show mercy and let you off this once.The War God was instantly overwhelmed with joy. Meanwhile, the Realm Lord hanging from Alan’s right hand was on the verge of passing out. Seeing his sworn brother get forgiven just by calling Alan father, he immediately struggled with all his might to mouth the same words.Naturally, his throat was too constricted to make any sound at all, leaving him only able to form the words with his lips.Seeing that he also wanted to submit, Alan loosened his right hand a little and

Alan could no longer contain his fury. He fixed his gaze on Davidson and asked in a cold voice, Are you saying that if Uncle Omba refuses to agree, you’ll harm the three of them?Davidson no longer bothered to keep up his pretense. He spoke with arrogance and malice. Boy, no matter who you are, you have no right to speak here. I have important business to settle today, so I’ll spare your life for now — but only for one day. If you’re still alive this time tomorrow, then all these years I’ve lived as Davidson have been for nothing!With that, he turned straight to Omba and said coldly, Eldest Brother, since we’ve laid everything on the table, I’ll no longer beat around the bush. I am getting eighty percent of the family assets today. Otherwise, don’t blame Third Brother and me for casting aside our brotherly bond!Orwell chimed in aggressively, Eldest Brother, you’re already a dying man. Why keep being so stubborn? You’ll be gone soon enough, but your wife and daughter still have long

Alan let out a cold laugh. Of course I know who you are. You’re the first scoundrel. The guy next to you is the second scoundrel. And that insolent brat who was running his mouth just now must be the third scoundrel. The rest of you who want a number in the ranking had better speak up now, or you’ll end up stuck with a bad spot!Davidson and Orwell were both descendants of the Austin family, raised with top-tier education from an early age. They were textbook examples of well-dressed beasts molded by elite upbringing.On the surface, they seemed refined and well-mannered, never resorting to violence or vulgar language, yet deep down, their hearts were utterly rotten to the core.Take Davidson for instance. Once, someone toasted him at a dinner party with their glass held slightly higher than his own. He’d kept a smile on his face as if he didn’t care at all, but right after the meal, he sent his bodyguards to force the man’s car to stop, drag him out, and break both his hands.It was

Davidson curled his lip, sized Nancy up and down, and said with undisguised contempt, Sister-in-law, of course I know you’re married to my eldest brother. But have you ever fulfilled the duties a wife ought to?Omba struggled to his feet and rebuked him sharply, Davidson, how dare you speak to your sister-in-law like that?Davidson let out a cold laugh. Eldest brother, don’t forget she’s always been an outsider in the Austin family. What’s more, as the wife of the Austin family’s eldest son, she failed to give the family a eldest grandson. When our parents passed away, they didn’t even have a grandson to send them off. She’s nothing short of a sinner to the Austin clan!At these words, Nancy’s face turned ghastly pale, filled with grievance and hurt.Beside her, Omba trembled all over with rage. He grabbed a bone china bowl and smashed it hard onto the floor. The bowl shattered into pieces right at Davidson’s feet.He then roared angrily, Davidson! Don’t make trouble out of this! Your

Juliet sat motionless beside them, her eyes red-rimmed as tears streamed down her cheeks nonstop.At this moment, she was no longer the superstar adored by fans across the country and around the world. She was just a poor, helpless young girl, and Alan couldn’t help but feel a surge of pity for her.Just then, Omba coughed a few times, feeling unwell. After steadying himself, he said earnestly, Alan, you wandered alone in Plus City for more than a decade. Now it’s time for you to come home.He sighed with heartfelt emotion, The Austin Family cannot make you rise to power overnight, but with our family standing behind you, you’ll have solid footing if you ever choose to return to the Smith Family. If you aim to fight for the Smith Family’s inheritance, having the Austin Family backing you will greatly boost your chances of success.Alan felt extremely uneasy and embarrassed after hearing his words.He had never expected that even after he had left the Smith Family and already gotten ma