Chapter Sixty Two: The Guardian SpiritChris and Connor waited in the dark, abandoned cabin, listening intently for any sign of the graverobbers. The silence stretched on, and the forest outside seemed to hold its breath. Chris finally let out a sigh of relief. “I think we lost them,” he whispered.Connor nodded, cautiously getting to his feet. “Let’s get out of here before they come back.”They crept to the door, peeking out to ensure the coast was clear. Seeing nothing but darkness and trees, they quietly slipped outside and began making their way back through the forest, sticking to the shadows.As they neared the cemetery, Chris noticed something that made his blood run cold. Standing in the clearing, not far from where they had first hidden, were the graverobbers. They were scattered around, talking in hushed tones and looking agitated. The leader, the small man who had confronted Connor, was pacing back and forth, barking orders.Chris grabbed Connor’s arm, pulling him back

Chapter Sixty Four: The Medallion and the ElixirAs Chris and Connor continued their walk towards the road, Chris's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. One particular memory stood out which was the fact that Dante had given him a drink once, a peculiar drink that made him feel weak for a while afterward. Could that be it? Or perhaps it was the medallion given to him by the old man he had helped when he went to Brown's to sign the papers. Ever since he had that medallion, his leg had miraculously healed, enabling him to walk perfectly well. But how could it be?Chris instinctively reached for his pocket, where he usually kept the medallion. It wasn't there. He realized he must have left it at home, having been too preoccupied with the premier, Loretta’s accident, the family meeting, and Mrs. Sinclair’s urgent call. This meant it had to be the liquid Dante gave him.As they reached the road, Chris drove them to Connor’s house, not far from the graveyard. The house was a

Chapter Sixty Six: The Preston Family MeetingThe atmosphere in the Preston household was tense, charged with a palpable sense of betrayal and anger. The family gathered in the large, opulent dining room, but instead of the usual cheer that accompanied their gatherings, a dark cloud hung over them. Charles, Stephany’s father, sat at the head of the table, looking defeated. His wife, Emily, and daughter, Stephany, sat beside him, trying to maintain their composure amidst the storm of accusations."You've ruined us, Charles!" Uncle Henry bellowed, his face flushed with rage. "How could you be so careless? How could you let this happen?""Calm down, Henry," Aunt Margaret interjected, though her tone was anything but calm. "We need to figure out what to do next, not just point fingers.""It's easy for you to say," Cousin Olivia spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "Your business is safe. But now, two of our major partners have pulled out. They don't want to be associated with us anymore!"

Chapter Sixty Eight: The Potion of AscensionChris sat in his office, surrounded by the various ancient books he had collected from Connor's house. He wanted to increase in knowledge about the sects and everything Connor had told him. The room was a blend of modernity and antiquity, with sleek, contemporary furniture contrasting with the old, leather-bound tomes scattered across his desk. The soft glow of his desk lamp illuminated the pages, casting shadows that danced with the flickering of the candle he had lit for ambiance.He had spent hours poring over the texts, his eyes scanning the intricate illustrations and ancient scripts. One book, in particular, caught his attention. It was a detailed manual on creating potions, specifically one that could accelerate a person's progress through the sects of kung fu. Chris's heart raced as he read through the instructions, his mind buzzing with the possibilities."This is it," he muttered to himself. "If I can create this potion, I ca

Chapter Seventy: A Family’s wedding Chris woke up the next day feeling a mix of excitement over his potion's success and a tinge of disappointment that his plans for more herb gathering would have to wait. His uncle Martin's call about his cousin's wedding interrupted his newfound interest in herbalism."Why did you tell me this today?" Chris asked his uncle, a hint of frustration in his voice.Uncle Martin sighed apologetically over the phone. "Chris, I've been swamped with wedding arrangements and it slipped my mind. It was actually Jonathan who reminded me to call you."Chris understood. Despite his tentative reintegration into the Brown family, he wasn't surprised at being left out of the wedding preparations. His relationship with his cousin Jonathan had always been close, but kept at arm's length by his mother's influence.Nevertheless, missing Jonathan's wedding was out of the question. He immediately called his secretary to prepare a thoughtful gift and set off to buy a ne