All Chapters of The Hidden Sovereign Rises after Divorce: Chapter 251
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Chapter 251: I trust you
Alistair furrowed his brows. He could guess that if he pushed too hard, the seal the cultivators used to prevent secrets from spilling out would just activate again.So, he needed to make a different move. With that in mind, he crouched and then placed a finger on the cultivator’s forehead.He forcibly extracted the secrets the cultivator had.Usually, he wouldn't do this as the after effects were ridiculously high.The person he uses it on would act as though they had experienced a lobotomy by the time he was done.But considering the situation, Alistair didn't have a choice.Unfortunately, even with this, he wasn't able to retrieve much information.All he could tell was that the cultivators targeted Adam because of the treasure that Richard had mentioned to him. Apparently, the Smith family were the ones that possessed the treasure they needed for their ritual.As for Adam's whereabouts, the cultivator was unfortunately unaware. Alistair clicked his tongue as he pulled away, wa
Chapter 252: A media firestorm
‘Perfect,’ Alistair thought, slipping the brush into his suit jacket. ‘With a drop of his family's blood and a drop of my own, a Blood-Seeking Tracker Talisman will pierce through any tracking-disruption array they’ve woven.’Without another word, Alistair enveloped Leah, Sara, and Mia in a soft, invisible shroud of golden qi to protect them from the biting night air and the lingering spiritual frost.He escorted them swiftly out of the defiled manor, vanishing into the shadows of Haven to place them in a secure, hidden sanctuary.A few hours later, far across the city in the desolate North Harbor warehouse, the heavy silence was broken by the sharp, echoing sound of shattered glass.“What do you mean they aren't dead?!” Jonah roared, slamming his fist onto a rusted metal table.He turned a furious, venomous glare toward the shadows where a subordinate stood trembling. “Three of your elite practitioners went to the manor! A helpless woman and two little girls! How do you fail a hit th
Chapter 253: A citywide manhunt
“TRAGEDY AT THE GRAND OPENING: BILLIONAIRE TYCOON ADAM SMITH KIDNAPPED, FAMILY MISSING.”The reports showed chaotic footage of the riot at the grand mall, followed by aerial shots of the heavily damaged, abandoned armored sedan found on the coastal highway.The city anchor looked grimly into the camera. “The authorities are calling this the most daring and high-profile abduction in Haven's history. We now take you live to the emergency press conference at the Smith Group Headquarters.”The screen cut to a packed press room, flashing with a hundred camera bulbs.Jonah Smith stood at the podium.He looked devastatingly broken.His hair was slightly unkempt, his tailored suit lacked its usual crispness, and as he leaned into the microphones, he visibly trembled, even wiping away a few meticulously timed tears from his eyes.“My family... my brother...” Jonah choked out, his voice cracking with theatrical grief. “Adam has spent his entire life building this province, protecting its people
Chapter 254: Celebrating at another's misfortune
“Sara! Turn on the news right now!” Mira cried out the moment the line connected, her voice practically vibrating with celebratory glee. “That little street rat Alistair has finally been exposed! He kidnapped Adam Smith! The government has put out a city-wide manhunt for him. He’s a wanted fugitive!”On the other end of the line, sitting in her glass-walled executive office, Sara froze.Her fingers hovered over her laptop keyboard as her sister’s words echoed through the receiver.She quickly minimized her spreadsheets and opened a local news stream.Sure enough, Jonah Smith’s tearful indictment of Alistair was playing on a loop.A heavy wave of doubt washed over Sara. She remembered Alistair’s calm, unshakeable demeanor.He had never been one to take what didn't belong to him even when it seemed like he had nothing.‘Could a man with that much pride really resort to a dirty, underhanded kidnapping for ransom? It doesn't make sense,’ she thought.“Are they certain, Mira?” Sara asked,
Chapter 255: A different kind of urgency
“They will, Tristan,” Mira agreed, her sentiment perfectly aligning with his cruelty. “With the Smith family’s influence backing the bounty, he won't survive the week. Haven is finally cleansing itself of that filth.” While the petty and the envious celebrated Alistair's apparent downfall, the true power brokers of Haven were reacting with a completely different kind of urgency. Inside the heavily fortified study of the Bolton Estate, Caleb Bolton stood before a wall of monitors displaying the city-wide checkpoints. His face was a mask of cold fury. He knew Alistair’s capabilities; he knew the young grandmaster possessed power that could level mountains. The idea that a man of Alistair's transcendent stature would resort to kidnapping a mortal billionaire for material gain was an insult to basic human intelligence. “This is a setup,” Caleb growled, turning toward his commander of private security. “Jonah Smith is a snake, and the city council are idiots falling for his theate
Chapter 256: Before the morning dew dries
On the table before Alistair lay the black-bristled hairbrush Leah had retrieved from the manor.With practiced, elegant precision, Alistair used a pair of silver tweezers to extract three long, distinct strands of Adam’s hair from the bristles. He laid them gently onto a blank piece of yellow parchment paper that was already inscribed with intricate, cinnabar-red spiritual runes.“Master Reid...” Leah whispered, her voice cracking as she looked at the bizarre setup. “The news... I saw the broadcasts on my phone before the signal dropped. Jonah is telling the whole world that you took Adam. The police are hunting you. Why aren't you running? Why are you making... a paper drawing?”Alistair didn't look up, his fingers moving with absolute stability as he positioned the hair strands over the central nexus of the runes.“The opinions of insects do not dictate the path of a dragon, Miss Smith,” Alistair remarked, his voice entirely level and serene. “Let the mortal laws play their games.
Chapter 257: Soul-Phage Centipede
“I will ask you one final time, mortal,” Malachi said, his voice sounding like two grinding stones. “Where is the Golden Compass? Your corporate wealth cannot purchase your life here, nor can your stubbornness save your soul from being ground into fuel for our ritual.”Adam slowly raised his head, spitting a mouthful of dark blood directly onto the concrete near Malachi’s boots.He forced a broken, raspy laugh through his cracked lips, his bloodshot eyes defiant.“I told you... I don't know what you're talking about,” Adam wheezed, his chest heaving violently as he fought for every breath. “And even if I did... I would rather watch you all rot... before I give you a single damn thing.”Master Malachi’s abyssal black eyes narrowed, his patience entirely depleted.The dark energy swirling around his feet flared aggressively, causing the iron chains binding Adam to rattle furiously.“Fools always mistake silence for strength. If your mind will not break through standard torment, we will
Chapter 258: A cornered animal's rage
The heavy iron doors were ripped completely off their hinges, buckling into warped, twisted scrap metal as they were launched inward. The sheer kinetic force sent the metal sheets flying across the warehouse floor, smashing through wooden crates and embedding themselves deeply into the concrete walls like shrapnel.A massive cloud of gray dust and debris billowed into the facility, instantly suffocating the dim halogen lights.From the center of the swirling dust, a lone silhouette emerged.As the debris settled, Alistair Reid stepped casually over the ruined threshold.His hands were tucked neatly into the pockets of his tailored trousers, his suit entirely pristine and free of dust.However, his golden eyes were flashing with an icy, dangerous light, and his brows were tightly furrowed.He looked at the bleeding, unconscious Adam, then at the remnants of dark energy lingering in the air, and finally at Malachi.“I had to spend my morning drafting a tracking array because of you peo
Chapter 259: The danger has passed
“You think you've won? If I die, he dies with me!” Malachi snarled, his face twisting into a hideous mask of desperation.He formed a rapid hand seal, intending to forcefully detonate the Soul-Phage Centipede inside Adam’s stomach, completely destroying the Patriarch’s vital organs.“Die together!”“Foolish.”Before Malachi’s fingers could even cross to complete the hand seal, Alistair materialized directly in front of him.The speed was so absolute it transcended the concept of movement; it was simple displacement.Alistair’s right hand shot out of his pocket, his fingers clamping onto Malachi’s throat like a vice of solid iron.The dark energy protecting the cult leader’s body shattered instantly upon contact with Alistair’s skin.With a casual lift, Alistair hoisted the century-old cultivator off his feet, dangling him in the air.Malachi thrashed, his legs kicking uselessly, his dark qi sputtering and dying out like a smothered flame as Alistair’s golden energy flooded his meridia
Chapter 260: Jonah's play
Jonah was currently on his way to the Smith Consortium branch in Haven. With Adam and his family missing and Alistair most likely on the run, Jonah called a meeting with the investors and shareholders in the Smith Consortium.Jonah smoothing the lapels of his pristine silk suit as the elevator ascended toward the high-security executive boardroom of the Smith Consortium.His hands had stopped shaking entirely.By the time the mirrored doors slid open to reveal the sleek, mahogany-lined conference floor, the manic terror he had felt hours ago in the presence of Master Malachi had been neatly tucked away beneath layers of practiced corporate arrogance.He took a deep breath, replacing his smugness with a mask of profound, devastating grief, and pushed open the double glass doors to the boardroom.The room was in a state of absolute chaos. Dozens of the province's wealthiest investors, institutional shareholders, and senior board members were shouting over one another, their faces pale