Vengeance of The Reborn Heir

The Oath and The Golden Finger

A ripple of shock swept through the plaza.

“What the heil? She’s demanding an oath?”

“Does she even realize what that means for the Sables?”

If Calista didn’t ask for it, there would at least be some breathing room, other houses wouldn’t dare squeeze the Sables dry as long as House Crowne left a crack open.

But forcing Ronan to swear?

That sealed every exit.

The Sables would be doomed.

Was this beauty simply foolish, or did she actually harbor hatred toward her own family?

Some spectators let out mocking chuckles, already eager to see how the Sables would survive.

Meanwhile, Ronan couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.

How had he ever fallen for such a woman so foolish in his previous life?

Low talent, weak cultivation, and not even that bright.

Yet Calista seemed completely unaware of the whispers around her.

Her gaze never left Ronan.

“Swear it here, in front of everyone,” she demanded coolly.

“Say you’ll break this engagement, and let me be free. If you do that, I’ll finally believe you.”

Her arrogance stunned the crowd.

“Very well,” Ronan answered calmly.

He lifted his right hand, palm to the heavens.

“I, Ronan Crowne, vow before the heavens and the Will of Arken: I will never love Calista Sable. I will annul our engagement tomorrow. And I will bear no regret.”

“Should I break this oath, may my cultivation collapse and my soul be scattered.”

BOOM!

Golden light flooded across the plaza, billowing from Ronan’s body.

Mystical runes coiled through the air as an ancient aura wrapped him in brilliance.

Everyone understood, the Will of Arken had witnessed the vow.

The plaza fell deathly silent.

Now there was no doubt.

Ronan truly intended to sever all ties with Calista!

“Oh my gosh.. the Sables are finished!”

“Honestly... this is ridiculous. I can’t wait to see how the Sables react.”

The murmurs never reached Calista.

In her mind, there was only one thought: she was finally free.

If Ronan broke that vow, he would face death and annihilation.

That alone was enough to satisfy her.

“Hmph, at least you know your place,” Calista said lightly, her tone dripping with condescension, as though praising a well-trained servant.

The onlookers exchanged baffled looks.

Where on earth did she get that sense of superiority?

Didn’t she know that without House Crowne, the Sables were nothing?

Ronan, however, was not surprised at all.

In his previous life, Calista and the Sables had always carried themselves with such unearned pride.

As memories of his family’s slaughter surfaced, a lethal chill flickered through Ronan’s eyes.

Ending the engagement was just the beginning.

There were blood debts yet to be paid.

The Sables, and that so-called Chosen One, would not escape!

At that instant, a gentle warmth pulsed from the family pendant at his neck.

The silver relic melted into liquid light, sinking into his chest.

When it cooled, the Crowne crest burned itself above his heart.

And a voice echoed within his mind:

[Your resolve to change fate has been confirmed. From this moment on, you are marked as a Sovereign Candidate. Welcome, Ronan Crowne, to the road of ascension—the path to become Sovereign of All Realms.]

[Every attempt to rewrite destiny will yield rich returns.]

The pendant pulsed. Then, another shimmering message followed:

[Frist target revealed: The Chosen One, Lucien Cross.]

Data unfurled like flowing script before his inner sight.

[To bring down the Chosen One, you must sever his destiny.]

[Three paths await you: Seize his opportunities. Steal his allies. Break his spirit. Each loss he suffers becomes your gain.]

As the final fragments of information settled, clarity washed over Ronan’s heart.

If that was the case ...

Well then, he now had a more solid reason to dismantle the Sables.

After all, at this point in time, Calista and the Sables were already using Crowne resources to nurture Lucien Cross.

Just then, the smug smile on Calista’s face faded as she cut into Ronan’s thoughts.

“I’ll be waiting at home tomorrow,” she said coldy. “Break your vow, and you’ll die.”

The she added, her lips curling, “Actually… I hope you do. Just so I can watch you suffer.”

The crowd recoiled in stunned disbelief.

“She just… cursed the Crowne heir?”

“After everything he gave her, resources, status, divine weapons and numerous gifts, and now she wishes him dead?”

“Disgusting. No shame. No gratitude.”

“She deserves whatever storm is coming.”

“I’ll be there.” Ronan replied lazily. “Exactly at nine.”

“Good,” Calista said. She turned to leave.

“Why the rush?” Ronan drawled, his tone laced with mockery.

“Since you want nothing to do with me or House Crowne, please return everything that belongs to us then.”

“That includes the B-rank Energy Weapon you’re clutching… and that violet-gold bracelet on your wrist.”

“You see, they were never yours.”

Calista froze mid-step.

“What did you just say?” she asked in disbelief, her voice rise in rage.