Chapter 152: Chapter 146: This Girl Must Have Learned from a Famous Master

As they left the Martial Affairs Bureau, Alvin Morgan reached out and ruffled her hair. “You did well.”

To ensure Aurora Sinclair would pass without a hitch, they had spent the night rehearsing the answers to potential questions over and over.

Alvin Morgan had anticipated nearly every question the investigators might ask. To ensure her final Combat Power test would align with their story, he had even taken Aurora Sinclair to the training room at the Morgan Residence to practice striking with the punching power and speed of a Great Martial Master Fifth Rank.

Aurora Sinclair’s control over her Strength was so precise that after learning how the testing machine worked, it only took a few practice attempts for her to accurately replicate the output of every Level below a Martial King.

He had also measured her Combat Power at the very edge of her control.

The reading left Alvin Morgan reeling, the shock lingering long after.

Aurora Sinclair looked at him, asking worriedly, “They won’t find out, will they?”

“No. No one pays attention to the words of a madman,” Alvin Morgan reassured her, but a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

After taking her home, Alvin Morgan returned to the Martial Affairs Bureau to check on Martin Archer’s condition in their special ward.

Lying on the hospital bed, Martin Archer looked even older than the day before. His face was ashen, as if from a severe illness, and his hair was half white and half black—the roots were white, but the strands themselves were black.

His prison jumpsuit hung open, revealing several monitors attached to his chest to track his vital signs.

The Warners were inside performing tests and analyzing his various biometrics, while Beta Morgan watched from outside.

“Young Master, his Constitution is very similar to the one from back then…”

Alvin Morgan shot him a sharp glance, and the warning in his eyes made Beta immediately swallow the word on the tip of his tongue.

“Is everything arranged?”

Beta Morgan’s expression turned serious. “It’s all arranged.”

***

When news of the C-level criminal’s escape and near-assault was selectively released a few days later, Master Sinclair was so frightened he couldn’t sit still. He immediately urged Butler Sinclair to take him to see Aurora Sinclair.

Butler Sinclair replied helplessly, “Family Head, Miss Aurora has left for military training at the base. She isn’t home.”

Perhaps it was due to his age, but Master Sinclair’s memory was getting progressively worse.

“What about Leigh Miles?”

“She took her younger brother to work for the Morgan Family.”

Master Sinclair began to sulk. “Those three kids! Something so major happens and they don’t even tell me. They’re all so headstrong!”

Butler Sinclair tried to placate him. “The children just didn’t want you to worry.”

“Go have Marcel ask around…”

Before he could finish, Tanner Sinclair suddenly called.

“Master Sinclair, have you seen the news?”

Master Sinclair just snorted.

“The Martial Alliance just called me. They want Aurora to report to the Alliance, saying she’s a Great Martial Master…”

Master Sinclair was so shocked he nearly dropped his phone. “You… what did you say? Say that again…”

Tanner Sinclair’s voice was filled with delight. “It’s inside information from the Martial Alliance! Our Aurora was the one who subdued that C-level criminal. The Martial Affairs Bureau took her for a Combat Power test, and they say she reached Great Martial Master Fifth Rank! Now, the Martial Alliance is doing everything they can to recruit her.”

CLATTER. Master Sinclair’s phone fell to the floor.

“Family Head—”

Master Sinclair stared at Butler Sinclair, speechless for a long moment.

He had initially assumed Aurora Sinclair’s Combat Power was just slightly higher than her peers; he never imagined it would be this high.

A Great Martial Master! That was a realm most people could never hope to reach in their entire lifetime.

Martial Arts relied on lineage and inheritance. To advance to Great Martial Master, one needed a corresponding Cultivation Technique. Ordinary people had to join the Martial Alliance to obtain one, so it was extremely rare for anyone to reach such a high level without being a member.

“Quick… Contact Young Lord Morgan…”

***

Meanwhile, the Morgan Family received a visit from the Lockwood Patriarch, Zane Lockwood.

Zane Lockwood was eight years younger than Cassius Morgan, yet he looked as if he were only in his early forties.

His hair was dark and lustrous, his skin smooth and radiant.

This was the incredible advantage of being a Martial Artist. By cultivating their Power, they could control the aging of their organs and extend their lifespan. The higher the rank of a Martial Artist, the longer they lived.

Historical records show that the longest-living Martial Artist reached the age of 280.

Zane Lockwood was currently a Grandmaster, and it was said that as long as he avoided any major disasters, he could live to be at least 150.

Master Morgan invited Zane Lockwood to take the seat of honor and instructed Flynn Morgan to serve tea.

Compared to his attitude toward the Guthrie Family, Master Morgan was much warmer toward the Lockwoods.

“Mr. Morgan, I’ve come today because of the young lady from the Sinclair Family. She’s really made a name for herself this time, and several of the Ancient Martial Families in the Alliance have their eyes on her. We need to make the first move…”

“There’s no rush. The master of Sunstone has never interfered in the conflicts between the Great Families. His reasons for letting his three disciples descend the mountain are unclear. We’re better off waiting to see how things develop…”

Cassius Morgan took a sip of his tea, not at all concerned.

“But the Lowell Family has been making significant moves recently. Their Half-King has already received permission to travel to Sunstone to seek a breakthrough. If he truly becomes a Martial King, the balance within the Martial Alliance will be shattered,” Zane Lockwood said urgently, lacking Cassius Morgan’s composure.

Cassius Morgan just smiled. “It’s fine. It’s about time Veridia had another celebrated Martial King.”

“But…”

“To hide a pearl, one must first create a ’real pearl’.”

Zane Lockwood was stunned.

***

At a remote base two hundred kilometers from Kingsford, the new students of Arcadian University were undergoing military training.

Because boys in Veridia practiced martial arts from a young age while girls were generally more delicate, the military training focused primarily on basic Fist Technique and wilderness survival skills.

As the only girl in the archaeology department’s training group, Aurora Sinclair demonstrated a Fist Technique on the very first day that proved she was more than a match for any man. Consequently, she was allowed to skip the basic and advanced technique drills and proceed directly to wilderness survival training with the boys.

The instructor training the archaeology students was named Sean Russell, a former sergeant in the Marine Corps. He had been transferred to the base to train students while recovering from a severe internal injury he sustained on a mission.

Compared to the other departments’ instructors, Sean Russell was utterly merciless. He pushed the male students so hard they were crying for their mothers, with some almost ready to switch majors on the spot.

The next day was the freshman holographic survival simulation competition, an event for the entire university. Sean Russell had demanded that his 28 archaeology students last until the very end, so all the boys were currently out in the sun practicing on the obstacle course. Only Aurora Sinclair, the sole girl, was sitting in the shade eating a popsicle.

The boys watched her enjoying the cool treat, so envious that the thought of wanting to be a girl for a day crossed their minds.

“You brats, what are you looking at? Focus! Anyone caught slacking off will run twenty laps with a weighted pack,” Sean Russell roared through a megaphone.

He wasn’t showing favoritism to the “delicate” girl; her skills were simply so advanced that she didn’t need this basic training.

The Fist Technique she had demonstrated on the first day was particularly telling. Though the moves were simple and easy to learn, each one was lethal. As a soldier who had seen real combat, he understood its killing power better than anyone.

Therefore, the girl must have studied under a renowned master. She might even be the disciple of some High-Rank Martial Artist.

Sean Russell felt a sense of reverence for such a successor. Even though she had yet to cultivate her Power, the heights she would one day reach were beyond his imagination.

Two hours later, Sean Russell finally called a stop.

The boys from the archaeology department swarmed toward Aurora Sinclair.

“Sinclair, quick, get me a bottle of ice water… an extra-cold one…”

“Sinclair, get me one of those popsicles you were eating.”

Aurora Sinclair opened the styrofoam cooler next to her and started handing out ice-cold water to the boys.

Although Sean Russell had exempted her from training, he had put her in charge of logistics.

Seth Sterling opened a bottle, took a few big gulps—GULP, GULP—then poured the rest over his head.

His skin was naturally fairer than the other boys’, and now it looked badly sunburned. A large red patch covered his neck, and the skin was already starting to peel.

Seeing this, Aurora Sinclair pulled a small, wide-mouthed vial from her pocket and handed it to him. “For your neck.”

This gesture immediately drew a chorus of teasing whistles from the other boys.

“Way to go, Mr. Sterling!”

“What’s the situation here?”

“Mr. Sterling, that’s not cool of you…”

Seth Sterling’s face was already red from the sun, but now it flushed an even deeper shade. “Get lost… Don’t mess around. We’re just classmates, nothing more.”

But the teasing only grew louder.

Seth Sterling shot an embarrassed glance at Aurora Sinclair and quickly said, “Sinclair has a boyfriend! Ask Beau if you don’t believe me.”

Everyone was startled and turned to look at Danny Archer, who nodded with a grief-stricken expression.

“I thought she said she didn’t have one?” someone asked.

All eyes turned back to Aurora Sinclair.

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