Behind them, dozens of subordinates encircled the room their weapon raised, undermining what had just happened to one of them, but still they couldn't disobey.Kelly stepped forward. “Give me the herb, Raymond. Hand it over peacefully—or I’ll slaughter you, and feed your woman’s soul to the mist. It’ll be slow. She’ll feel everything.”At that moment Raymond’s gaze shifted to Dahlia.However he said nothing, then—he laughed.A cold, sharp, dismissive laugh that echoed louder than any of Kelly’s threats.“You think this is power?” he said finally, his voice low and clean like polished steel. “Sacrificing your own people... poisoning yourself to taste strength that doesn't belong to you? That’s not cultivation. That’s rot.”Hearing Raymond words Kelly’s grin faltered, he couldn't believe the bastard still has the guts to talk back at him.Raymond stepped forward, calm and fearless, his presence expanding like a tidal wave. “You’re nothing but a parasite. Feeding off the weak to feel str

After Resolving the hellish nightmare Jefferson had orchestrated, Raymond carried Dahlia to a safe resting place in one of his secluded properties nearby. He laid her gently on the bed and examined her injuries.She had three broken fingers which he had already taken care of, there were bruises on her wrists where she had been bound, slight swelling on her cheek from Kelly’s slap, and minor abrasions from being dragged around by Jefferson. Fortunately, despite the brutality she endured, there were no internal injuries or signs of deeper harm.At that moment Raymond finally let out a breath of relief.He cleaned her wounds with practiced care, his movements gentle yet precise. Then he Applied a salve made from spiritual herbs he had refined earlier, he treated her as delicately as if she were glass. Though his face remained calm, inwardly he was still simmering. If he had arrived a second later…He shook the thought away.As he wrapped her injuries in clean bandages, Dahlia stirred fa

Outside Celestium Vault, the arrival of over a dozen luxury vehicles had drawn a growing crowd of onlookers. Curious pedestrians paused, phones raised, recording the fleet of black cars lined up in perfect formation. The black-suited bodyguards, the commanding woman who entered with an air of untouchable authority, and finally, the mysterious man who emerged shortly after, casually stepping into one of the lead vehicles under the respectful escort of the guards—it was the kind of scene usually reserved for royalty or billionaires.One onlooker captured the entire moment, zooming in as Raymond entered the car. Though his face wasn’t visible, the way he carried himself—calm, powerful, indifferent to all the attention—was unforgettable.The video went viral within hours of posting it.“Who is this man?”“Look at those cars! That’s not money—that’s status.”“He’s definitely someone from the upper circle... maybe even more.”“Does anyone recognize him? He doesn’t look like any of the known

Then Raymond pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the remaining sweat from her forehead.“I suspect the same person responsible for poisoning your grandfather… also drugged you tonight.”Malisa looked at him, her expression tightening with focus.Raymond continued, his tone clipped but clear, like he was putting pieces together out loud.“The symptoms you displayed—the rapid pulse, flushed skin, mental disorientation—were almost identical to what I observed in your grandfather, only more concentrated and faster-acting. His poisoning was slow and hidden over time, meant to weaken him gradually. Yours was abrupt, meant to take effect within minutes. But the toxin base was the same. The way it attacked the internal balance… the method of disruption... it all followed the same structure.”He narrowed his eyes slightly.“Whoever created the original poison likely just modified it. This wasn’t random—it was personal. And well-prepared.”Upon hearing what Raymond just said Malisa’s eye

The banquet venue was grand—luxurious without being told one could tell how much was put into it, decorated with understated gold and ivory, adorned with fresh lilies and warm ambient lighting. Outside the entrance, rows of high-end cars lined the driveway, while suited guards and black-tie guests moved about in quiet elegance.This wasn’t just a birthday banquet.It was a gathering of power, elite in the city.The guest list was a tapestry of the city's upper echelon: medical elites, representatives of major families, investment magnates, and several senior members of the Medical Association. All had come to celebrate the birthday of Chairman Nathaniel, the president of the city’s medical association—Malisa’s grandfather.Whispers passed between clusters of guests as the hall bustled.“Did you see the Westbrook delegation just arrived? And that’s Dr. Herman from the National Research Council…”Everyone knew the banquet was more than just a birthday—it was a display of power and conn