Chapter 213: Secret Meeting

“My Dear Lia, my sisters are a bit troubled by that killing intent, you know? Could you kindly withdraw that?” Yveline waved her hand with a smile on her face.

Miranthu watched this scene with amusement, undisturbed in the slightest. Alongside her, Vivianne and Azaria were watching this scene with surprising interest.

“Y-Yveline!?”

Amelia stammered when she felt that aura; her killing intent was diffused in an instant. She didn’t even bother to look at her broken bones.

“Yours truly,” Yveline smirked when she saw this. She gazed at Rahu with questioning eyes. To which he merely shrugged.

“Alright, you guys. Sit down, let’s discuss our further plans,” Rahu spoke, and in an instant, all of them nodded and went back to their seats.

But still, many women’s eyes twitched when they saw how Amelia was still glued to his figure and was outright glaring at them.

But before he could start, a white and black rocket dashed from the doors and straight into his arms.

…

At the border of the Northern and western continent, inside a huge pavilion.

In a large secluded hall, many figures could be seen standing. There were three types of cultivators present here, distinguished by the color of their robes.

One group wore sky-blue robes, with martial arts symbols etched across their backs. Another group wore red robes, emblazoned with a blazing fire symbol on their chests. Finally, the last group wore tight, pitch-black robes.

Leading them all were three middle-aged men, whose mere aura could flatten a Soul Tempering Realm cultivator.

The Leader of the Heaven Refining Body Sect, Brakkan, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the present cultivators. Each of his muscles carried unimaginable power.

But his eyes…they were filled with rage and grief. He had lost him…lost his precious son in the Inheritance realm.

That news had broken his heart and shattered it into thousands of pieces. After digging deep, he found the answer to his question.

Rahu.

A single man, even before having his debauched hands on the inheritance. He had overwhelmed the three worlds just with his fists alone!

Just a mere mention of his name struck fear into men and mighty alike.

Just at that moment, another rumour fell in his ears.

Ravia…that bitch, after abandoning his son, had slept with Rahu in front of his own son!

The moment he heard this, he flew in incomparable rage and was barely held back from barging into the Divine Sword Sect.

And to further fuel his rage.

“Brakkan~ I heard a ridiculous humour circulating the entire continent, you know? That arrogant son of yours got cuc—”

“VARKOS!! You’d better watch that wretched mouth of yours!!”

Brakkan roared at a slender man standing a few steps away from him. His build was lean. But the playful tone and the coldness in his eyes didn’t match one bit. There was some weird heat around him that people absolutely avoided.

He looked at Brakkan smilingly; he didn’t seem the least bit fazed about his outburst.

“Bastard!! What about your son, who had run away like a coward!?” Brakkan didn’t back down, the earlier slander still fresh in his mind.

“Well? At least he had returned alive and healthy, unlike your erm dead son,” Varkos, the leader of the Blazing Fire Sect, spoke. The mocking tone in his voice couldn’t be more piercing.

He was proud; his son and almost sixty-five percent of his sect cultivators had returned alive, not to mention his talented son, although his trauma was another thing entirely.

“Hmph, you’d better watch out.” With that, Brakkan turned his head away and walked towards a nearby chair.

Varkos shook his head with a smile on his face, but inwardly, he was alerted. The way his son, Rudra, spoke about this man had, at one point, even scared him.

After all, what was this monster? Heck, how the fuck could a single figure suppress the entirety of cultivators and still come out as victor?

Divine Sword Sect…that bitch Ophelia was once again planning something sinister. The Divine Sword Sect was the only sect that could actively compete with one of the four giants. All because of that one woman holding the flag.

He had employed countless and sinister plans to extend his sect, but one of the four houses always suppressed him…pressured him.

Turning his head, he saw a lone figure watching all the drama unfolding with indifferent eyes.

“Syndicate Leader, what do you think about the current situation?” Varkos asked, his tone curious. After all, the man standing in front of him was the Leader of the current Cinderveil syndicate.

His words and cunning were unmatched; the Cinderveil Syndicate still stood today because this man was backing it.

Hearing Varkos’s question, the syndicate leader gazed at him for a few seconds before uttering just a single word.

“Bad”

Brakkan widened his eyes when he heard that. He couldn’t help but ask.

“Why is that? Did you discover anything?”

The syndicate leader shook his head and stepped forward towards the table. Varkos too joined them.

The present cultivators once again split into three groups before standing behind their respective leaders.

“A few days back, when I was busy with my work. I felt that the woman’s aura spiked suddenly.” The syndicate leader spoke, raising his finger.

Hearing this, Varkos frowned. “You mean, that woman…Xuenyi Bloodpetal’s aura?” Varkos with a shocked tone.

After all, even among the leaders. That woman was almost a myth; some said her mysteries and powers were almost on the same level as The Empress!

Varkos, who hadn’t been able to fight back the Houses, suddenly heard that a woman, who came out of nowhere and forced one of the four greatest houses on her own, was shocked beyond words.

Intense humiliation had filled his entire being.

Ignoring the shocked faces of both men, the syndicate leader continued.

“But this wasn’t the most shocking part, I felt an equal, if not far more deadlier aura being emitted from her residence.”

“What’s your point?”

“And I suspect that aura to be of the man who suppressed the Three Worlds.”

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