“Lucian, my worthy nephew… Kael has acted without understanding. You, as a great elder, should be magnanimous and not take offense,” Ardyn Draven said calmly.But you could hear the slight tremor in his voice. He was stunned. Honestly, even now, he still couldn’t wrap his head around why his own grandson would throw down such a reckless challenge.A congenital martial artist.That wasn’t just any rank. Lucian Draven was something rare — a true congenital prodigy. Even with Kael’s absurdly fast cultivation, there was no way he could reach that level in just a year. No way. And if they clashed in combat? Well… the ending would be obvious.Still. Things had come this far. And Lucian Draven wasn’t about to let it end quietly. He waved his hand smoothly and said,“I’ve already investigated the matter of the Congenital Beast Pill. It truly has nothing to do with you. But the pact between Kael and me — I will not give it up. Farewell.”He stood. A faint smile touched his lips — one full of m

The Profound Heaven Finger didn’t just strike. It tore through the air like some law of the universe—unshakable, absolute.“Beast! How dare you!”The shout cracked across the marketplace. In the blink of an eye, Malrik Veyne’s father—Magnus Veyne—stepped into view. He was no ordinary fighter; this was a man who had already climbed to the Tenth Heaven of Internal Energy. His face twisted with fury, his palm already falling, heavy with killing intent. He wasn’t here to scare. He meant to end lives.Kael Draven braced himself. He knew the truth: against someone like Magnus Veyne, he was punching way above his weight. But he didn’t back down. He lifted his hand, sent out the Profound Heaven Finger, and followed it with the Hand of Great Compassion.The impact rattled the marketplace.Their forces clashed. Internal energy ripped outward like rolling thunder. Kael Draven was knocked back, his body staggering as blood slipped down the corner of his mouth. He looked like he might collapse at

The Draven Family’s training ground was dead silent, so still it felt like even the air had forgotten how to move.“Impossible. No… this is impossible! You couldn’t have beaten me!”Elira Draven stared blankly at the young man before him, his face twisted with disbelief. His body shook as he tried to stand, but his legs gave out and he collapsed with a dull thud back onto the ground.A collective gasp rippled through the watching crowd.Every gaze shifted from Elira’s crumpled figure to the boy standing tall on the stone platform. Proud. Cold. Unshaken. The same boy they had mocked for years as nothing more than trash. Was this really him?A sharp, dismissive snort cut through the hush.“You keep calling me trash,” Kael Draven said, his voice carrying like steel. “Then what does that make you? You couldn’t even take one strike. Worse than trash, I’d say. I’ll repeat myself—insult others, and you’ll find the insult returned. Maybe now you’ll learn.”“Kael Draven!” Elira roared, clutchi

Serenya Valen and her maid laughed openly, their voices sharp and cutting. Kael Draven’s face darkened.What kind of people were these?He had risked his life against the Earth—Breaking Bear to save them. That beast could have torn him apart at any moment. And yet, instead of thanks, all he received was mockery. That alone told him everything he needed to know about Serenya Valen’s character.“Kael Draven, what’s the matter? Not satisfied?” she asked, her tone dripping with disdain.“Whether I challenge Lucian Draven or not,” Kael Draven answered calmly, “is my business. It has nothing to do with you.”His steady, composed voice caught her off guard. She hadn’t expected such confidence from someone branded a waste. And especially not in front of Roderic Valmar—a warrior ranked among the Hundred Battles Ranking’s top hundred, a genius revered across Celestia. For Kael Draven to stand his ground so bluntly before such a man was nothing short of audacious.Serenya Valen’s lips curved int

Kael Draven’s place in the Draven family had changed completely.No one dared to call him a useless fool anymore. Not now. Among the third-generation disciples, even a casual nod carried respect—quiet acknowledgment that Kael Draven was no longer to be underestimated.A small smile played on his lips. Ten years of persistence. Ten years of pushing himself to the edge. And now, here he stood. It had been worth every moment.“Seventh Brother,” Garrick Draven said, bowing deeply. “Grandfather wants to see you in the main hall.”The respect in his voice was unmistakable. Just a month ago, it would have sounded very different.Kael Draven knew why. If he hadn’t beaten his elder brother, if he hadn’t humbled Elira Draven—would they treat him this way? No. Power was respect, and he had proven his.He inclined his head slightly, said nothing, and rose. Blood ties mattered. But honor mattered more. Step by step, he moved toward the Draven Family’s main hall.The moment he neared the door, a ro