2025-10-30 17:16:06The reason for the blockage quickly became clear as Sara and Tristan laid eyes on more than a dozen Maybachs, lined up across the entrance road.
In the midst of these cars was a custom-made Corvette that screamed opulence, its exterior modified with the best of what money could buy. The car was surrounded by large bodyguards who radiated an intimidating aura while looking very well-trained. Awed by the sight at first, it didn't take long for Sara to be infuriated by the scene. She was in a hurry to meet with Mr. Bolton but now this was surely going to delay her. Just as she was considering stepping out to complain, she noticed that she wasn't the only one forced to wait. There were several luxury cars from reputable brands belonging to notable figures, ranging from wealthy tycoons to senior government officials, in the city, also waiting quietly on the side, with none of them daring to step out and complain about the roadblock. Common sense dictated that, after seeing such a shocking sight, whoever had stopped the road was of even greater stature than these people. So who was she to dare and complain? Sara's ego swiftly deflated as she sat quietly in her car. Just then, one of the bodyguards in the blockade approached her. Sara grew tense as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. The bodyguard knocked on her window and gestured for her to drop it. Managing an awkward smile, Sara did as instructed. “Is everything okay?” she asked, feigning calmness. The bodyguard replied. “If you are in a hurry, you should take the service lane, it's going to be a while before this road is cleared up.” “Of course.” Sara nodded, while secretly having a relieved sigh. Then, she asked. “Sorry to bother, but could you tell me who is inside that Corvette?” The bodyguard chuckled. “You are interested, huh?... Well, it's understandable for a beautiful woman to be attracted to wealth. But I'll let you know now, my boss, Mr. Bolton, isn't interested in passionate encounters any longer.” “Mr. Bolton?” Sara's eyes widened. “Do you mean, Sir Caleb Bolton, patriarch of the Bolton family?” “Oh, so you are familiar with my boss. I guess you've done your homework. But I'll say it again, don't bother going after him, if you are interested, his grandsons are still available.” The first part of the bodyguard’s words left Sara stunned. Why was Mr. Bolton in her residential area?... He wasn't the type to move around without purpose which meant if he was here, there had to be a reason. Then, she recalled what Mr. Coleman had said about his meeting with an important guest. Did this mean that Caleb Bolton’s important guest was living in her neighborhood? Her heart churned. For a great figure like Caleb Bolton to personally move to greet someone… that person's identity must be extraordinary! To think such a person lived in the same district as her yet she never even noticed. Sara could only curse her luck for not meeting this person earlier. Then, she turned to the bodyguard and quickly asked. “Sorry again, but is there any chance Mr. Bolton came here to pick someone up?” The bodyguard frowned. “You are beginning to ask too many questions.” He coldly said. “You should leave now before I am forced to treat you as a danger to my boss.” “Of course, I'm sorry.” Snorting, the bodyguard left, leaving Sara frustrated in her car. She wanted nothing more than to meet with Mr. Bolton and the VIP he came to see. But she didn't dare to force her way through. Doing that would only end horribly for her. Letting out a sigh, she reluctantly turned her car around, deciding to use the service lane to head straight to the address Trina had given her. Hopefully, she would be able to catch Mr. Bolton there instead. As she drove away slowly, she couldn't help but glance at her rearview mirror towards the Corvette Mr. Bolton was in. Through the mirror, she saw the car door open and an elderly man stepped out. It was none other than Caleb Bolton, the powerful patriarch of the prestigious Bolton family. Just as Sara tried to see who Caleb Bolton was prepared to greet, a familiar side profile appeared in her mirror. From her angle, she could clearly see that the mighty Caleb Bolton, the man who almost ruled over Riverdale's elite, was nearly bowing respectfully towards that familiar figure. “What–him?!” Sara's eyes went wide as she instinctively pumped the brakes, her face frozen in disbelief. Mr. Bolton's esteemed guest… was Alistair?
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Chapter 301: Request denied
The butler stepped closer, his eyes flashing maliciously. "You have exactly one hour to hand over the true name, background, and current residence of the mysterious painter in the gray scholar's robe who attended the Phoenix Hall exhibition tonight. If the Beggar's Sect protects this criminal, or if your elders delay... We will take it that the Beggars sect no longer respects our contribution to its cause in Haven.”The Beggar sect bodyguards exchanged looks briefly before turning to face the butler.“Wait here.”The lead gatekeeper nodded tightly, gesturing for his companion to guard the threshold before turning on his heel.He vanished into the depths of the sprawling, shadowed sanctuary, his wooden staff tapping frantically against the ancient stone pavement.Outside, the air remained heavy and still.The ten elite guards of the Morrison main branch stood like statues, their heavy, hostile pressure causing the silver sea fog to ripple around them.The butler kept his gaze locked on
Chapter 300: By order of Patriarch Morrison
With all the items he had gathered, Alistair would finally be able to begin the refinement of the Sacred Life and Death Pill. Taking a deep breath, Alistair studied the items he had claimed thus far. The four rare components hovered gently above the woven mat, illuminated by a mesmerizing tapestry of contrasting energies.The Eternal Verdant Heart Lotus pulsed with raw, vibrant green vitality, perfectly contrasting the searing, sun-baked heat of the Aeon Sun Phoenix Grass.Beside them, the Spirit-Nurturing Primordial Dew floated as a collection of perfect, crystalline spheres trapped in a vial that emitted a gentle, soul-soothing hum.Finally, the Void-Withered Root sat anchoring the display—a twisted, ash-gray relic that looked completely dead to the untrained eye, yet fundamentally warped the light around it, drinking in the ambient spiritual friction of the room.To any modern cultivator, seeing these four ingredients gathered in one room would be akin to witnessing a myth manife
Chapter 299: Fate was smiling upon him
As a grandmaster who had spent decades fighting through the volatile power structures of the Southern Province, he knew every major powerhouse, every hidden elder, and every regional hegemon.None of them utilized such a bizarre, celestial method of combat.Most high-tier masters in Haven relied on elemental manipulation—fire, wind, or the local wood attributes.A golden aura of that magnitude sounded less like a mortal cultivator and more like a legend from the ancient texts.‘Could it be an old monster from the hidden sects of the capital?’ the Patriarch hypothesized, a bead of sweat forming at his temple, though he quickly suppressed it. ‘No. If an ancient entity of that caliber were in Haven, the Beggar’s Sect would have flagged their arrival weeks ago. He must be utilizing a high-grade illusory relic to mask his true identity and inflate his prowess.’"Trash," the Patriarch spat, waving his hand. "Drag yourselves to the medicine hall and have your fractured meridians stabilized.
Chapter 298: A pure golden qi
"A ragged painter? Hiding behind Xie?" Patriarch Morrison's fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. "And he possessed a special treasure? Absurd! What is this bastard's name?!""I... I don't know!" James cried out, shaking his head frantically. "He never said his name! Master Xie just called him 'Sir' and treated him like an elder!"Patriarch Morrison turned his ferocious gaze toward the butler, who had just rushed into the sitting room. "It matters not if he hides his name. In Haven, nothing moves without the knowledge of the beggars."He pointed a rigid finger at the butler, his voice dripping with absolute malice. "Take my personal token and head straight to the Beggar's Sect headquarters in Haven. Demand that the regional elders hand over every piece of information regarding this mysterious painter within the hour! If they hesitate, tell them the Morrison Clan will withdraw all financial backing from their southern trading ports!""Right away, Patriarch!" the butler resp
Chapter 297: Patriarch Morrison
The air inside the grand pavilion was dense with the fragrant aroma of spiritual incense. Patriarch Morrison, a man whose presence alone carried the unyielding weight of a martial grandmaster, stood before a massive silk canvas.He held a premium wolf-hair brush, his eyes closed as he channeled his heavy earth-attribute qi into a deep, meditative state. He was on the verge of capturing the perfect artistic concept, a breakthrough that would elevate his martial intent to new heights.The heavy mahogany doors of the pavilion were thrown open, shattering the absolute silence."Patriarch! Patriarch, terrible news!"The Morrison family butler burst into the room, his face pale, his breath ragged, entirely disregarding the estate's strict protocols.The sudden intrusion fractured the delicate flow of spiritual energy.Patriarch Morrison's eyes snapped open, flashing with a terrifying, violent light.The wolf-hair brush snapped in his grip, and a massive pressure wave of earth-attribute qi
Chapter 296: A punishment to remember
Alistair slowly bent down, bringing his golden gaze level with James's pale face.He raised his right hand, the meteoric iron of the gauntlet hovering mere inches from James's forehead.The immense heat radiating from the celestial qi singed the tips of James's hair.“Please… please don’t kill me… I’ll give you anything… money, herbs, the Morrison Clan’s shares…” James wept openly, his pride completely shattered, a puddle of urine staining the concrete beneath him.“I will not kill you tonight, Young Master Morrison,” Alistair murmured coldly. “A dead fool teaches no lessons to the clan backing him. But your hands… the hands you wanted to use to shred my fingers…”Alistair gently tapped James’s shoulders with the tip of his fingers.An agonizing, silent burst of golden qi surged directly into James’s upper meridians.James didn't even have the breath to scream as the energy systematically locked down his main arm pathways, completely severing the connection between his brain and his h
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