2025-10-30 17:11:13Alistair's question caught Tristan off guard.
“Did I do something to offend you?... You look like you don't welcome me,” He said, his tone carrying a touch of wounded innocence, though his eyes flickered quickly towards Sara. Sure enough… “What right does he have to not welcome you?” Sara snapped, turning towards Alistair with clear irritation, completely dismissing her curiosity over what Alistair had thrown away. “This is my home and I can invite anyone I want.” A bitter laugh escaped Alistair's lips. He looked at Tristan, smug, basking in her defense, and then at Sara, who stood firmly at his side. “No right, huh?... So what are you saying?... That I should get out of the way and leave the space for you two?” The air froze instantly, heavy and sharp, like the calm before a storm. “Alistair Reid!” Sara snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. “Must you make a scene and embarrass everyone?... I just brought Tristan home for lunch. Don't read too much into it, okay?” “Lunch?” Alistair glanced at her hands and then at the car she brought back. “Is it in the car?” “What?” “The takeout. I mean, you got some food from a restaurant, right?” Sara rolled her eyes. “No, we didn't.” “Then… what do you plan on eating?” Alistair asked only for Tristan to cheekily respond. “Sara's world-famous steak.” Sara instinctively froze while Alistair's expression darkened. “Steak?” “Yeah, she made it a lot while we were dating in college. I'll tell you now, her steak was the best.” Tristan said. Then, almost like he recalled something, he facepalmed. “What am I saying? Of course you'd know that, I mean you guys are married so she must have made a lot for you as well, right?” Silence followed for a second or so before a self-mocking chuckle escaped Alistair's lips. He glanced at Sara who instinctively looked away. On their wedding night, Sara had established a couple of rules. One of them was that she would never cook for him because she didn't know how to and had no plans of learning. And true to her words, Sara never broke that rule. Alistair was the one who always cooked, and if he couldn't, then they ordered takeout. To think she knew how to cook and even did it a lot for Tristan. Letting out a sigh, Alistair didn't even know why he was surprised. Noticing the tension, Tristan feigned ignorance as he asked. “Did I say something bad?” Ignoring him, Alistair regarded Sara. “I thought you didn't know how to cook?” “I never said that,” Sara said. “And you never once cooked for me?” “And so?... You spend the whole day at home anyway, why should I get back from work and still cook for you?” Sara shot back. She saw nothing wrong with cooking for Dennis, after all, it was just steak. So why was Alistair making such a fuss? Letting out a sigh, Alistair coldly said. “Do as you please. I don't care anymore.” Then, he turned and walked into the villa without looking back. Sara was momentarily unsettled by his cold demeanor. He felt distant, unlike the lovestruck and obedient man he once was. Pursing her lips, she wondered why that was. “Are you okay?” Tristan asked, jolting her from her thoughts. He feigned worry as he approached her. “Maybe we should just eat out instead.” Forcing a smile as she brushed her unease aside, Sara replied. “No need for that.” “Are you sure?” “Of course. We are here already. Come on, let's go in.” “But Alistair…” “Don't worry about him. He's always been so narrow-minded.” Sara said, though it seemed more like she was convincing herself than actually telling Tristan.
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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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