All Chapters of The Return of Kaelen Viremont: Chapter 91
- Chapter 100
140 chapters
Chapter 091: The Priceless Treasure
The storm didn’t announce itself. It crept in like a whisper, curling through the shattered remains of the village. Wind slithered between broken rooftops, rattling loose tiles, carrying with it the acrid smell of decay and dust. Thick clouds hung low, but the pale moon peeked through once in a while, casting a bruised, cold light across the ruins. And beneath that fragile glow, Kaelen Viremont stood. His breath came in ragged gasps, his clothes torn, dust-streaked, yet his eyes burned—calm, sharp, unyielding, like steel that had been forged for battle.Across from him, hovering above the village wreckage, was the black-robed Soul Master. Shadows clung to him like living smoke. His presence alone pressed down on the ruins with a weight that made the air seem heavy, almost solid. His hood concealed his face, but the voice that slithered from the darkness cut through the night like a knife—cold, ancient, merciless.“Dark Soul, devour everything.”The words seemed to curl into the air, an
Chapter 092: Haitian Island
Time flowed quietly, slipping by like sand through fingers. Three, maybe four days had passed since Kaelen Viremont arrived at the Lyndor Family estate. The mansion, once infamous for whispered curses and restless shadows, now felt almost serene. Almost. The faint echoes of its dark past still lingered in corners, in the way a chill clung to a room long after a fire had died.In a dim chamber at the heart of the estate, Kaelen sat cross-legged on the floor. Before him lay a single stalk of Frostpeak Ice Lotus, its petals shriveled, drained of spiritual essence. A faint shimmer of residual energy hovered above it, the ghost of its former power.“Not enough… not nearly enough,” Kaelen muttered, voice low, almost to himself. He exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on the withered lotus. “If I can get more… even at great cost… it’ll be worth it.”The Frostpeak Ice Lotus was no ordinary herb. Born of heaven and earth, it carried a chill that penetrated to the very soul, nourishing spirit and body al
Chapter 093: The Blocked Path
The wind off Azurecrest Lake was sharp, almost biting, skimming over the water like the breath of a giant, sleeping just beneath the surface. Sunlight glinted off the waves, scattering shards of silver across the ripples, while the sky stretched endlessly above, so wide and blue it made even the distant mountains seem to bow in reverence.Lord Haelan stood on the pier, shoulders squared, chest puffed slightly, his face alight with something close to disbelief. Beside him was Kaelen Viremont, a high-ranking disciple of the Sword Sect itself—a name whispered with awe across the Eldravan Empire. For Haelan, head of a modest city family, this meeting felt like a gift from the heavens. A rare, unimaginable stroke of fortune.The Sword Sect was no ordinary sect. It was the pride of the empire, a symbol of unmatched mastery in sword arts. Rumor held that it was even connected to a more ancient power, far to the south. To walk alongside one of its prodigies wasn’t just prestige—it was history
Chapter 094: The Thief
The middle-aged guard loomed over Lord Haelan and Kaelen Viremont, arrogance practically radiating off him. Every movement screamed superiority, every sneer cut sharper than a blade.“Today’s Haitian Auction is reserved for the great figures of the empire’s mightiest powers,” he said, voice dripping with disdain. “People from small families like yours have no business here.”Haelan’s jaw clenched, heat rising in his chest. Anger sparked, but he forced a polite, practiced smile. “My lord, we have urgent matters at the auction. Our young master intends to—”“Get lost!”Smack.The slap landed with shocking force. Haelan’s cheek burned instantly, red spreading like fire across his skin. He stumbled, nearly toppling onto the cobblestones. Humiliation slammed into him like a physical blow.The guard looked down at them, contempt etched into every line of his face. “Scram before you annoy me further. Do you think you’re important?”Kaelen’s eyes darkened, sharp as a drawn sword. That slap ha
Chapter 095: The Secret Treasure of the Great Wilderness Mirror
.The night draped itself over the city like a heavy cloak of ink. Every rooftop, every alley seemed to vanish beneath its weight. A faint breeze rolled through, carrying with it the quiet rustle of leaves and the distant hum of lanterns swaying in the dark.At the highest peak of the city, a lone figure stood still—wrapped head to toe in black.Her clothes were tight, seamless, made for silence. Even her face was hidden beneath a hood, leaving only her eyes visible—sharp and bright like twin blades in the dark. One glance at her stance, the way she held herself—balanced, calm, utterly fearless—and it was obvious she wasn’t some petty thief chasing coins.A soft, amused laugh slipped from her lips.“So this is the grand Haitian Auction House everyone talks about?” Her tone was light, teasing. “All that fame, all that wealth… and yet, only one Martial King standing guard? How disappointing.”A voice boomed from below, rough and furious.“Arrogant fool!”Across from her, on a rooftop bat
Chapter 096: The Mirror World
Night pressed down over Haitian City like a heavy, suffocating blanket. Streets vanished into shadow, rooftops melted into darkness. Even the alleys seemed alive, humming faintly with spiritual energy, subtle but unmistakable to anyone trained to sense it. Somewhere in the maze of rooftops and narrow lanes, a figure moved like smoke—silent, fluid, impossible to track.Kaelen Viremont’s eyes narrowed as he followed the trail. Ahead, the Half-Step Martial Emperor glided through the Haitian Auction House. Black robes rippled around him like liquid shadows, his every step deliberate, confident, as if he owned not only the building but the centuries of secrets buried inside. His movements were nearly too fast to track. Any ordinary cultivator would have been left behind. Kaelen? He simply traced the faint ripples of spiritual energy, following the echoes left in the air with unerring precision.So it’s true, he thought, gliding silently along the dimly lit corridors. The thief outside wasn
Chapter 097: The Auction Begins
The moment Kaelen’s soul stepped into the mirrored world, everything shifted.It wasn’t just a reflection anymore—it was alive. A vast, boundless realm humming with ancient power. The air shimmered, thick with energy that felt older than time itself. Mountains rose beneath clouds of golden mist, their peaks lost beyond sight. Rivers of light flowed across the land, whispering echoes from an age when the heavens were still young and wild.Kaelen drew in a slow breath. His heart beat faster, steadier.“So this… this is the world inside the Great Wilderness Mirror,” he murmured under his breath.He could feel it—the resonance between his soul and the primal forces all around him. Every gust of wind, every flicker of light seemed to hum with creation’s essence itself.Here, everything was raw and untamed. The rules of heaven and earth were still being written, and the energy of this place hadn’t yet been touched by the decay of time or mortals. His soul drank it in greedily, like a starvi
Chapter 098: Reunion with Xyren Thane
The Haitian Auction Hall buzzed quietly, a simmering tension threading through the air. Wealth, ambition, rivalry—everything hung in a delicate balance. Even after last night’s chaos, the White-Browed Elder knew the hall was full of sharp eyes, calculating every subtle movement.A flicker of irritation crossed the elder’s lined face. Opportunists had tried to shadow the auction, poking at the edges of its secrecy. It was reckless, but he stayed composed. Punishing one offender was one thing. Antagonizing all would have been madness. Not even a hall of this legendary renown could survive such a storm.Still, hope lingered. The Desolate Mirror might have vanished, but the auction vault held another secret—one of the two supreme treasures, whispered about in legend. When the final round arrived, countless great powers would clash for it. That thought eased some of the elder’s weight, just slightly.“The auction officially begins,” he said, voice calm but firm, cutting through the murmur
Chapter 099: Lurking
Tidehaven’s grand auction hall shimmered under the soft glow of hundreds of spirit lamps. Every seat was full. Every breath felt tense, as if the crowd itself were holding it in. Greed hung thick in the air, buzzing with quiet menace. Nobles, wandering cultivators, clan elders—they’d all come from the farthest corners of the realm. And they’d come for the same reason: a chance to claim a legend.At the center, the White-Browed Elder stood like a calm island in a storm. His robe, threaded with gold, rustled faintly as he shifted. His eyes glinted sharp and bright, cutting through the restless murmurs. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted his ancient hand. The hall went silent almost instinctively.“Bring it forth. Open the chest.”Two armored guards stepped forward, carrying a brocade chest etched with intricate runes. The moment they lifted the lid, a sharp buzz filled the room. Then—light. Blinding, golden light that roared outward, chasing every shadow. Dragon-shaped silhouette
Chapter 100: Vengeance and Justice
The moment Kyrian’s words cut across the battlefield, the middle-aged man in purple stiffened. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He knew exactly who Kyrian meant by “Brother Duan.”From the shadows, a deep, commanding laugh rang out—rich, hearty, and dangerous. It sliced through the tension like steel. A figure emerged, striding through the air with the kind of authority only a born general could carry. His aged armor gleamed faintly in the moonlight, tough and unyielding.“Hahaha! Sharp as ever, Brother Kyrian. Your Turtle Breathing Technique still surprises me,” the man announced.The purple-robed man’s eyes widened.Duan Wuya. One of the Martial Emperor-level masters tonight. Kyrian alone had been dangerous, yes—but now, with Duan Wuya joining in, survival for anyone opposing them was almost impossible.“Patriarch!” a clansman shouted, fear draining all color from his face. “We can’t escape!”“Take the Dragon Pearl and flee! I’ll hold them off!”The purple-robed man roared, his voi