All Chapters of The Return of Kaelen Viremont: Chapter 61
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Chapter 061: You’re Dead
“Ah! How dare you strike me in broad daylight?!”Darius’s roar tore through the air, raw and feral. His eyes blazed like a beast let loose. Around him, disciples froze mid-step. An outer-sect top ten disciple—untouchable, revered—had just been humiliated. The shock was electric, palpable, impossible to ignore.Kaelen didn’t flinch. He hung back at the edge of the crowd, calm, almost casual, but his mind raced, sharp and precise. Every movement, every angle, calculated.The weapon shop had erupted into chaos. Whispers raced faster than fire.“This… this is outrageous!”“No outer-sect disciple has ever been treated like this!”“Merrick Drovane… that audacious merchant!”Amid the noise, Malrik’s voice trembled. “N-no… impossible…”Kaelen’s gaze hardened, icy and unyielding. Every word he spoke was heavy with certainty.“There’s nothing impossible in this world.”He stepped forward. One swift stroke, and Malrik’s head was severed. His body crumpled, lifeless.A dozen Shadowfang Sect exper
Chapter 062: Magical Artifact
“Boom!”Merrick Drovane slammed every ounce of his true vital energy into the small silver hammer in his hand. Power surged through his veins, thrumming like a wild drum. The artifact trembled, reacting to the force coursing through it.“Buzz!”The energy exploded outward, and the hammer—no, the tiny tool in his palm—began to grow. Faster than anyone could follow, it swelled monstrously. Within seconds, it towered dozens of meters above the ground, glinting like a silver mountain dropped straight from the heavens.“Boom!”It crashed downward. Grimveil froze. Arwyn shivered violently. Only now did she truly grasp the devastation aimed at her cousin.She felt small. Insignificant. Like an ant clinging to the base of an unforgiving mountain. Every heartbeat screamed helplessness. Despair clawed at her chest.“Clang!”Then, impossibly, Grimveil stretched out a single hand. Palm flat. He pressed against the colossal hammer—and held it. Just like that. As if it were no more than a feather.
Chapter 063: Spirit Tower
Darius had met Kael once before—back when the Shadowfang Sect was recruiting menial disciples. It was nothing more than a brief encounter, a nod, a courteous greeting, all courtesy of his cousin, Arwyn.But now… seeing what had just happened, Darius could barely wrap his head around it. Kael—the same young man—had just saved them from Merrick, a man wielding a magical artifact of insane power. That level of strength? Far beyond Darius. Way beyond.Overwhelmed with gratitude, Darius clasped his hands together and bowed slightly. “Many thanks, Brother Kael, for saving us.” His voice carried sincerity, a tone that demanded it be heard.Then, he let out a long, heavy sigh. “I’ve always prided myself as one of the top ten outer disciples, thinking my skills were something… but compared to real experts? I’m nothing. Worthless. Like… trash.”Kael inclined his head, remaining calm and collected. “Only true power decides everything,” he said, voice quiet but carrying a weight you couldn’t igno
Chapter 064: Outer Sect Grand Competition
The Spirit Tower pulsed with energy—dense, almost tangible, as if the very essence of the world had condensed within its walls. Kael felt it seep into his bones, threading through every fiber of his being, urging him forward, whispering promises of power.As expected of the Shadowfang Sect, the premier sect of the Eldravan Empire, extravagance was everywhere. Towering Spirit Towers sprawled across the sect grounds, each a crucible for disciples seeking refinement. But entry wasn’t free—contribution points were required. The sect didn’t hand out power on a silver platter.Kael had spent the past month wisely. Treasures from his recent journey had been exchanged for points—enough to grant him a full month inside a Spirit Tower for secluded cultivation.Inside that sanctum, he abandoned all mortal distractions. The vital energy around him pressed thick and solid, like a boundless ocean trying to drown him—but Kael thrived in it. His Creation Furnace devoured the surrounding essence, gold
Chapter 065: Grimveil
Kaelen’s gaze swept over the two girls before him. Their eyes—wide, sparkling, expectant—challenged him silently, begging for more. He couldn’t help but let a faint, amused smile tug at his lips.“You two… your curiosity really has no limits,” he murmured, shaking his head.He was just about to reveal that he’d broken through to the One-Step Martial King realm when footsteps echoed nearby. Darius appeared, robes fluttering, each step measured, deliberate.The last time Kaelen had saved him, gratitude had dug deep roots in Darius’s heart. Bowing respectfully, he clasped his fists.“Brother Kaelen,” he began cautiously, “during this time Arwyn has been with you… I hope she hasn’t caused too much trouble?”“Cousin, what are you saying? Calling me a little girl? I’m sixteen now! I’ve grown up!” Arwyn rolled her eyes dramatically, slipping to Kaelen’s side and looping her slender, lotus-white arm through his.“Brother Kaelen,” she said, leaning close, eyes sparkling with mischief, “tell hi
Chapter 066: Like Ants
Clang!Kaelen’s hand shot forward slowly, deliberately. In an instant, it gleamed silver, as if forged from pure steel. Raw power radiated off it, an aura so hard, so unyielding, it made the air itself tremble. Before Grimveil could even react, Kaelen’s silver hand clamped down on his fingers.Grimveil froze. The arrogance drained from his face, leaving him pale, ashen.“What?!”A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Grimveil—fifth among the Outer Hall’s Top Ten—restrained so effortlessly by a newcomer? Impossible. Shock painted every face.Serenya Vale, still blocking Darius, froze mid-step. Her expression stiffened. She hadn’t expected this black-robed youth to wield such overwhelming strength. They had all written him off. A shadow. A nobody. Their goal? Humiliate Darius.Now, that illusion was shattered.Grimveil’s face twisted in rage. Veins bulged. “Brat! Let go of me!”Kaelen’s eyes flickered with lethal intent. His voice cut the tense air like steel.“Let go? And when yo
Chapter 067: Envy
The air above the Outer Sect training grounds felt almost electric. Tension clung to every breath, every heartbeat. Disciples from every corner had gathered, eyes wide, chests tight, breaths shallow. They weren’t here for the usual sparring matches or the minor tests. No. They were here for Vaelin.A stunned murmur rippled through the crowd.“This new disciple… he can actually fly without a spirit artifact?” one whispered, disbelief heavy in their voice.“By sheer strength alone… suspended in midair! That’s Titled Martial Realm level!” another replied, jaw tight, eyes practically popping.A few older disciples murmured, recognition dawning like lightning. “I know that black-robed boy. We took the servant disciple entrance test together… Who would’ve guessed he’d rise this fast?”Shock spread like wildfire. Every gaze snapped to Vaelin. Black robes billowed gently as he hovered above the ground. Calm. Commanding. Eerie in his stillness, yet undeniably powerful. A soft breeze lifted his
Chapter 068: The Ninth Arena
The sky above the Outer Sect trembled with anticipation. Kaelen and Darius stood on a jagged cliff, eyes locked on the massive dueling platform hovering like a floating fortress. Golden light glinted along its edges, scattering the sun into shards of brilliance. Far below, the hum of thousands of disciples reached them—a buzzing tide of excitement that seemed almost alive.“Brother Kaelen,” Darius said, his voice steady but charged, “this time, aim for the top three in the Outer Sect Grand Competition. I heard… the top three get a chance to enter the Dragon Transformation Pool for baptism.”Kaelen’s eyes widened. Heart hammering. “The Dragon Transformation Pool? Are you serious?”Darius nodded, unflinching. “Absolutely. I’ve been holed up in the Skyblade Pavilion’s disciple quarters. Senior Brother Kael mentioned it casually in a lecture. It’s real. Not a rumor.”Kaelen’s pulse spiked. Dragon Transformation Pool. A place of divine blessing, a treasure even elders only whispered about.
Chapter 069: Burial Ground
Fight with everything you’ve got — or die trying.That thought beat through the Ninth Arena like a drum. It tightened throats and sharpened stares until everyone felt it in their bones.Kaelen stepped onto the arena stone with the kind of calm that hides a storm. His feet sounded ordinary, but every eye seemed to ricochet off him. The platform hummed beneath his boots, charged with the gathered spirit power of a thousand onlookers. He kept his shoulders loose, breathed even, but inside him a river of tension ran swift and cold. This wasn’t just another match. This sort of fight carved names into the sect’s history.The elder presiding over the Ninth felt impossible to ignore. She drifted to the judges’ dais like a comet — robes trailing, hair a dark frame around a face both beautiful and merciless. Whispers rose like wind. Elder Helara, they called her. Rumors had already crowned her: the only female Inner Sect elder, pretty enough to stop hearts and sharp enough to break them.A grou
Chapter 070: Sword Spirit Domain
Kaelen’s eyes gleamed, sharp as any blade you’d ever seen. Cold. Dangerous. And then it hit him—so, it really was Grimveil.“Anything I take,” he said, voice steady as stone, “I never give back. If you want that artifact, you’ll have to take it from my corpse.”“You…!”The first of the four young Martial Spirit warriors stepped forward, his anger twisting every line of his face.“Brat! You have no idea what’s good for you! Four Martial Spirit warriors are standing right in front of you, and you act as if you are untouchable? You’re already dead!”“Everyone, strike together! Kill him! Take his storage rune ring and leave the Ninth Region!”In perfect unison, they lunged. Rules didn’t matter here. The Grand Competition forbade killing, sure—but Kaelen knew better. Out here, everyone fought with everything they had. Injuries? Inevitable. Death? Always looming, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.Their eyes burned with murderous intent. Grimveil had sent them to kill and take. Nothing would