2025-07-07 09:26:15The peaceful silence of the garden shattered instantly. From behind the bushes and trees, a dozen grim-faced men appeared, moving with threatening purpose. They formed a tight circle, cutting off all escape routes. In their hands, the glint of steel pipes and daggers caught the afternoon light.
"Who are you?" Sherly called out, her voice trembling though she fought hard to sound steady.
Javon didn't answer. He simply moved to stand slightly in front of Sherly's wheelchair, his body becoming a living shield. His calm eyes were now cold and sharp, scanning every threat with the efficiency of a predator.
"Don't be afraid," Javon whispered to Sherly. "They're here for me."
"Your business is my business now!" Sherly retorted quickly, her hands gripping the armrests of her wheelchair. "I won't let them touch you!"
The scarred man who had been thrown earlier now got back up, grinning as he spat out blood. "Hear that? The cripple wants to be a hero."
Harsh laughter erupted from the mob.
"If your legs are already broken, you should just stay at home, sweet thing."
"If I were you, I'd have bashed my head against a wall until I was dead!"
The taunts were piercing and cruel. They stared at Sherly with hungry eyes, appraising her still-beautiful body despite her being in a wheelchair. The scarred man took a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke into Sherly's face. "But if you're willing to entertain all of us, maybe we'll consider letting your boyfriend go."
"Bastards!" Sherly snapped, her anger finally overcoming her fear. Her face flushed red.
Javon's expression changed. The warmth he had shown Sherly vanished, replaced by a lethal chill. "If you still want to use your mouth to eat," he hissed, each word sounding like a death threat, "I suggest you shut it now."
The aura radiating from Javon was so palpable that the lewd smile on the scarred man's face froze. He subconsciously took a step back. But seeing the number of his men, his arrogance returned.
"Who are you pretending to be?" he sneered. "You think you're still a Young Master Forger? You're a stray dog being hounded by debt collectors! You're not even worthy of licking my shoes!"
"Stray dog!"
"Ex-con!"
"Trash!"
The insults flew from all sides. Javon actually laughed, a cold laugh that held not a trace of amusement. "I'm going to make every one of you regret being born."
Just as he was about to move, a hand grabbed his arm. Sherly shook her head worriedly. "Don't, Javon! You just got out!"
"This is self-defense," Javon replied softly. "Look at their waists."
Sherly narrowed her eyes and her breath caught. Tucked behind the jackets of several men, she could see the handles of firearms. They weren't ordinary thugs.
"How dare you!" Sherly shouted, trying another tactic. "You think the Edelweiss family can be trifled with? This place isn't far from our villa!"
The scarred man roared with laughter. "What a stupid woman. The Edelweiss family would never offend our boss just for a cripple like you." He gestured with his chin. "I'm going to break this man's legs too, so you two can truly be a matching pair!"
With a battle cry, he charged forward, his steel pipe swinging violently toward Javon's head.
"Watch out!" Sherly screamed.
"Courting death," Javon scoffed.
His movement was an illusion. His body shifted slightly to the side, allowing the steel pipe to whistle past, mere inches from his shoulder. In that same split second, his hand shot out like a snake, not to block, but to seize the attacker's wrist.
"With such pathetic strength," Javon whispered, "You want to be a thug?"
KRAK!
The sound of breaking bones was horrifying. The scarred man let out a high-pitched squeal like a slaughtered pig, his arm hanging at an unnatural angle. Before his scream was finished, a solid kick from Javon slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward to land with a sickening thud.
THUD!
"Get him!"
The remaining mob swarmed him at once. Steel pipes and daggers glinted in the air. Sherly squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch.
All she heard was a rapid and brutal series of sounds.
THUD!
Crack!
Thud!
"Aarrgh!"
Thud!
It was all over in less than fifteen seconds.
Hesitantly, Sherly opened her eyes. The scene before her made her hold her breath. A dozen burly men were strewn across the ground in various painful positions, groaning in agony. And in the middle of them all, Javon stood tall, his shirt not even wrinkled.
He walked slowly toward the scarred man, who was now lying like a dying dog. "Tell me," Javon commanded, his voice calm but deadly. "Who sent you?"
The man stammered, looking at Javon in terror. "Nocturnal... Nocturnal Hall! Our boss is Miss Charoline!"
Javon's expression changed instantly. "Nocturnal?" he repeated, his tone dangerous.
"Y-yes, that's right!"
SLAP!
A hard slap landed on the man's face. Javon grabbed his hair, yanking his head up to meet his eyes.
"Nocturnal Hall is my Elder Sister's territory," Javon hissed, and in his eyes was a flash of genuine killing intent. "How dare you use her name to lie to me? It seems you're truly tired of living."
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Chapter 315. The Sun Banner Brought to Its Knees
The city stood magnificently atop a massive oasis. Stone-paved roads stretched wide. Pavilions and towers lined up in flawless order. Martial practitioners moved about with powerful auras. Yet none of that was what made Javon’s jaw tighten.White banners bearing a red circle fluttered everywhere, on the city walls, atop shop roofs, and above the gates of noble residences.The Grand Sun Banner.“That flag?” he asked.“That is the emblem of the current kingdom,” Selira explained. “The previous king modified it. The noble family is called the Order of the Grand Sun.”Javon held his breath. The invasion nearly a century ago. Poison gas drums in the desert. And now the Grand Sun Banner. The picture was becoming clear.Selira walked too quickly and accidentally bumped into a young man dressed in distinct Javana attire. A white headband embroidered with a blazing red sun was fastened proudly across his forehead.“Idiot! Don’t you have eyes?” he snapped.Selira immediately lowered her head. “
Chapter 314. The Yellow Fog and the Secret of 001
After leaving Selira outside the danger zone, Javon shot back toward the yellow fog without hesitation.“Sir, don’t go in!” Selira shouted in panic. “Even Celestial cultivators have died there!”The warning became nothing more than desert wind.Before entering the fog, Javon condensed his true qi into a full-body shield. One layer, then two, then three. He did not believe in luck; he believed in redundancy.The fog was thick, limiting visibility to no more than ten meters. The air felt heavy, as if it contained something wrong.Behind a low rocky hill, he stopped. Part of a metal object protruded from the sand.With a pull of inner energy, he lifted it. An old iron drum. Foreign writing was printed on its surface, Javana script. He recognized its form, though he had never wished to study it.A string of numbers was clearly marked. Beneath it, number: 001. A military unit and chemical research materials.Javon’s gaze hardened. This was not natural miasma, but a leak of man-made toxic g
Chapter 313. The Holy Water and the Price of Three Doses
“I have indeed drunk it,” Zarek said flatly. “Last year. Thanks to that holy water, I broke through from the first level of Celestial to the second level. But there is a limit, three times in a lifetime. Any more than that, and you won’t survive.”Forger Enterprise was not mentioned, yet the atmosphere of the arena felt like the cruelest corporate transaction, where profit and loss were measured in lives.“If more than three times?” Javon asked calmly.“Your body will rot.” Zarek stared blankly, as if seeing shadows of the past. “A few years ago, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage drank it four times in a single year. His skin split open, oozing pus. His internal organs melted like rotten porridge. He died screaming.”Silence spread.Javon observed the small bottle in Zarek’s hand. If even someone at the Nascent Soul Stage could end like that, then this substance was not merely a cultivation-enhancing potion. It was a biological gamble.“In Celestial, many have already proven it,”
Chapter 312. The Festival of the Redeeming Sun
Silence.Rhevan Solrik swallowed hard.Zarek narrowed his eyes. In an instant, his figure appeared before Javon.A smile spread across his face. “Brother,” he said warmly, as if he had never ordered the arrest moments ago, “my eyesight must have failed me. A man of your strength should not be standing among common folk. Please, take a seat in the place of honor.”The sudden shift in attitude stirred the crowd.Javon looked at him flatly. “No need. I prefer the lively atmosphere.”He paused. “If you’re sincere, bring two chairs. My legs are tired.”Silence fell again.Some even thought they had misheard.Asking the city lord to fetch chairs?Rhevan nearly leapt from his seat.But Zarek only stared deeply. “Bring chairs,” he ordered without hesitation.He returned to the platform. His expression remained calm, though his fingers gripped the armrest tightly.“Father, he’s humiliating us!” Rhevan whispered angrily.Zarek replied softly, “That boy is no ordinary man. The festival is more i
Chapter 311. The Day of Restoration
From the restaurant window, Javon watched everything calmly. “I hope he’s smart enough to stop,” he murmured softly.If not, he would not mind eliminating the problem at its root. He returned to a cross-legged position and resumed cultivating.The next morning.A knock sounded at the door. Selira Kain arrived right on time.“Let’s go.”The moment they stepped out of the restaurant, Javon sensed something different. The city was far busier than the day before. More guards were patrolling, and crowds filled the streets.“What’s happening today?” he asked.Selira smiled faintly. “Restoration Day. Every year, people from Sand City come to distribute holy water and holy medicine.”“Holy water?”The festival was unfamiliar to Javon.Selira explained that it was not an ancient tradition but one established about a hundred years ago by the twenty-seventh king of Sand City. On that day, special envoys would travel among the oasis cities, bringing holy water and holy medicine.Holy water was gi
Chapter 310. Night Assassination
“You don’t need to worry about that. Just take me there.”Seeing his firm attitude, Selira Kain did not continue the discussion and soon took her leave.As she stepped out of the restaurant, she ran into Rhevan Solrik. “You met that man again?” His tone was cold.Selira frowned. “What do you mean? You’re the one causing trouble with him?”Rhevan realized he had spoken too much, but it was already too late.“Young Master Solrik,” Selira said coldly, “we are not compatible. Please stop bothering me or dragging my friends into trouble.”She walked past him without another glance.Rhevan’s expression darkened immediately.After standing in silence for a while, he asked the guard behind him, “What did you find?”“His identity is unknown. He’s clearly not from Silent Sands.”Rhevan’s mood worsened. An outsider had suddenly grown close to the woman he had long set his sights on. Unpleasant thoughts formed in his mind.“Elder,” he said quietly, “that boy is suspicious. Find an opportunity to
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