Vengeance of The Reborn Heir

Morning Storm at House Sable

The next morning, at exactly 9 a.m., the main hall of House Sable’s estate was filled with direct descendants of the clan.

At the center was Benedric Sable, the current patriarch and Calista’s father.

Everyone present instinctively lowered their heads in deference.

Calista stood beside him, red-eyed and pale.

Lucien Cross stood next to her.

Last night, Calista had returned home radiant, proudly announcing that the engagement with Ronan Crowne was going to be officially over.

She’d expected praise, but instead, Benedric’s face turned black.

Without a word, he had struck her hard across the face.

Now, as he glanced at her tear-streaked face and then at Lucien, Benedric’s scowl deepened.

“Who told you to act on your own?” he growled.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Benedric’s head throbbed.

No one understood better than he did just how fragile House Sable’s current situation was.

Yet now, his daughter had forced Ronan Crowne to end the engagement.

She had practically made an enemy of House Crowne, at the worst possible time!

Seeing how furious her father was, Calista, still sobbing, bit back her tears.

“Why are you so afraid of that Ronan?” she snapped quietly.

“He’s just a spoiled Crowne heir, living off his family name. I’ve never liked him. I never wanted to marry him in the first place.”

In Calista’s mind, Ronan was no match for Lucien.

Lucien may have come from a modest background, but he had worked hard to earn his place at the Royal Martial Academy.

His cultivation was solid.

And more importantly, Lucien treated her with respect and consideration.

She felt safe with him, not disgusted like she did with Ronan.

Calista stepped closer to her father and clutched his sleeve.

“Father, aren’t you a peak-stage Rank 7 Grandmaster? You’re already on the verge of breaking through to Rank 8 Gold Master, so why should we grovel before the Crownes?”

“Remember? When Grandfather was alive, House Sable was already one of the top names. But now? Everyone whispers that we only have status because of the Crownes. How unfair!”

“I know you can bring our family back to glory, without relying on them. Right, father?”

In Calista’s mind, House Crowne was just another so-called “first-class” family, nothing more than a noble house with an Elder Archmaster at Rank 9.

That meant they weren’t much stronger than the Sables, right?

However, what she didn’t know, and what no one in her family was aware of, was that House Crowne was far more powerful than it appeared.

Behind them stood Martial Saints.

And for the Sables, whose strongest member was only a peak-stage Rank 7 Grandmaster, there was simply no access to that level of information.

As far as Calista believed, once Benedric broke through to Rank 8, even Rank 9 cultivators would have to show him some respect.

She truly thought they could cut ties with House Crowne and stand tall on their own.

For a moment, Benedric’s expression softened.

His daughter was right, he thought.

“Fine. You’ve made some good points, Calista.”

“When Ronan arrives to dissolve the engagement, I’ll teach him a lesson,” Benedric said with a proud sneer. “He thinks he’s doing us a favor by walking away? He’ll learn today who’s really superior.”

Lately, he had begun to sense the faint signs of breakthrough, he was nearing Rank 8 Gold Master.

Just a bit more time, and he would cross that threshold.

And when that happened, House Sable would be a real first tier, a lion in its own right.

Soon after, they would stand shoulder to shoulder with the Crownes, as equals, not a lamb probbed up by the latter!

Calista wrapped her arms around her father’s, her eyes shining with admiration, “Father, you’re the best.”

Lucien Cross, standing beside her, smiled faintly.

A rising House Sable meant better prospects for him too.

His relationship with them had grown close, and Benedric treated him well.

Benedric stroked Calista’s hair and promised, “So be it. Let the engagement end. It’s Ronan’s loss. Since he didn’t know how to cherish you and dared to humiliate you, I’ll make him apologize.”

As father and daughter spoke, a voice rang out from just outside the hall.

“Oh? And how exactly do you plan to make me apologize?”

Calista and Lucien’s cheerful expressions disappeared at once.

All eyes turned to the entrance of the hall.

Ronan Crowne stepped inside.

He wore a simple outfit, yet he carried himself with total confidence.

Ronan asked, “Patriarch Sable, have you prepared everything that must be returned to House Crowne?”

Benedric Sable’s face darkened.

“I’ll permit the annulment,” he said, his tone casual and faintly condescending.

“But before we proceed, you owe my daughter an apology for the public humiliation you caused her yesterday. If you refuse, I’ll personally visit House Crowne and ask how they’ve raised such a disrespectful heir.”

Caught off guard initially, Ronan paused for a beat.

Then, slowly, a smirk curled on his lips.

“You? Benedric Sable?” Ronan sneered coldly. “A mere peak-stage Rank 7 Grandmaster, and you think you have the standing to threaten me?”

The hall fell dead silent.

Then, a collective gasp rippled through the room.