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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 373
The war was over, The Sovereign reduced to cosmic fertilizer—but peace?Peace had never been Louis Kindsor’s luxury.Not when the world still ran on fear.The United Nations building had never seen such tension. Nations from every continent gathered, fuming, fearful, and—most importantly—ignorant.An emergency World Cultivation Security Summit was held. Because when in doubt, bureaucrats panic and schedule a meeting with bad coffee and worse decisions.Louis walked in alone.No guards.No allies.Just confidence and a black suit so sharp, it nearly violated the Geneva Convention.As he entered the chamber, murmurs echoed.“There he is.”“That's the man who destroyed The Sovereign…”“He’s too dangerous to live outside regulation.”A delegate from the U.S. pounded his desk. “Mr. Kindsor, you've unleashed dangerous powers upon the world! Do you expect us to sit idle while you hoard techniques that could level nations?!”China’s representative chimed in: “The knowledge you possess must be
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 374
The world had just taken its first breath after The Sovereign’s downfall, and already it was choking on its own panic.Cultivation knowledge had spread faster than gossip in a high school group chat. YouTube was flooded with “Qi hacks,” underground forums now featured Qi-enhanced mugshots, and local police departments were losing their minds trying to subdue criminals who could jump rooftops or melt handcuffs.“Another punk used his meridian channeling to steal an armored truck in LA,” Eliza muttered, tossing a tablet on Louis’s desk. “His excuse? ‘Louis said everyone could cultivate.’”Alexander laughed bitterly. “We gave them the keys to enlightenment. They used it to rob a frozen yogurt shop.”And just like that, media vultures swooped in.“CRIMINAL CULTIVATORS TERRORIZE THE STREETS. IS LOUIS KINDSOR TO BLAME?”“KINDSOR’S POWER UNLEASHED A NEW WAVE OF LAWLESSNESS.”The headlines were clear: blame the man who lit the torch, not the morons who set the curtains on fire.Louis was summ
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 375
Peace was finally knocking on the world’s door... and then the sky cracked open.All around the globe—cities, oceans, mountaintops—dimensional rifts tore into existence like angry scars, swirling with chaotic Qi, howling with the voices of realms that were never meant to touch this one.From London to Shanghai, people watched in horror as buildings bent, gravity faltered, and entire landscapes shimmered like unstable code in a broken simulation.Louis stood atop the Kindsor Academy tower, arms folded, watching a tear in the sky over New York flicker like a cosmic ulcer.“And here I thought The Sovereign was dramatic.”Of course, within hours, the finger-pointing began.“THE DEVASTATION FIELD DID THIS!”“IT’S THE KINDSORS’ FAULT!”“LOUIS BROKE REALITY!”Even cultivation clans—those ancient, secretive lineages who’d spent centuries hiding—crawled out of their caves to complain.The Zhao Sect, ever arrogant, sneered on public broadcast:“This is what happens when you give the Kindsor blo
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 376
Peace had returned.The rifts had been sealed. The Sovereign was dust. Cultivation flourished. Humanity was finally breathing again—except now, it was exhaling spiritual energy.And in the center of it all stood one man: Louis Kindsor.But peace? Peace was never simple.Leaders of nations, CEOs, clan elders, and self-proclaimed “Qi influencers” all whispered the same idea:“Make Louis Emperor.”“Let him rule the cultivation world.”“He’s the only one strong enough to keep everyone in line.”And, of course, the jealous crowd had their whispers too.“He has too much power.”“We need to end him before he builds a dynasty.”“Today it’s balance, tomorrow it’s a golden throne and slaves in silk.”Louis watched from afar as both camps lost their minds.Rule the world? Please. I barely rule my sleep schedule.At the newly rebuilt Celestial Parliament Dome, the room buzzed with tension. Every powerbroker on the planet had come.The Cultivation Elders sat in one row, dressed like overpriced for
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 377
With Louis and Eleanor stepping into the shadows to guide the next generation in peace, the world began seeking its next “face” of cultivation.Enter: Mark Jennings.Tech tycoon. Media darling. Ego the size of a small planet.Sleek, sharp-suited, and surgically smug, Jennings called himself a “Technomancer.” Part engineer, part cultivator, part glorified used-car salesman.His message was simple:“Spiritual roots? Meditation? Mountains? That's the past. Welcome to the future—where cultivation meets code.”Backed by corporations hungry to commercialize spiritual energy, Jennings rolled out his latest product: the Neural Qi Amplifier 7X—a chrome-plated headset that promised “instant breakthroughs without the wait.”“Why spend years in seclusion,” his ads boasted, “when you can download enlightenment in minutes?”Jennings began touring the world, giving interviews that made traditional cultivators want to vomit into their incense burners.“Louis Kindsor? He was fine in the Stone Age. But t
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 378
The sun hadn't even risen when the first wave of whispers swept through the cultivation forums.“Mark Jennings’ elite followers… they’re all going mad.”Screenshots of bloodshot eyes, trembling limbs, and cracked soul imprints flooded every known channel. Cultivation academies, rogue cultivator dens, and underground sects buzzed like a nest of hornets kicked wide open.By mid-morning, the hashtag #NeuralCoreCollapse was trending across the inter-sect network.Mark Jennings, standing on the platinum balcony of his Skyrise Temple, snarled at the screen before him.“This reeks of Louis,” he muttered, grinding his teeth.His disciple, Kael, staggered in behind him, mumbling incoherently.“Master… the lotus… it's screaming at me again…”Mark’s brow twitched. That was the third disciple this week.Damn it. My circuit isn’t failing. They’re just weak.Just then, a sharp message pinged through his neural interface.From: Louis FangSubject: Your “Philosophy” Stinks“If you think turning minds
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 379
The aftermath of the Skyfall Conference hadn’t even settled before the knives came out.Within twenty-four hours, news networks across the Federation lit up with a headline hotter than hellfire:“Louis Fang—False Prophet or Cultivator Terrorist?”Holographic anchors in pristine suits fed the public a steady diet of paranoia.“…sources suggest that Louis Fang may have been involved in the explosion at Starlight Medical Pavilion. Over fifty cultivators injured—some critically—due to unstable spiritual energy surges...”Then came the ‘leaked’ footage: charred rubble, twisted steel, flickers of violet cultivation flames licking the edges of what once was a ward.And at the center of it all?A blurry silhouette that kinda, maybe, possibly looked like Louis.Mark Jennings watched the hysteria unfold with a cup of wine in hand, feet kicked up on his desk.“Checkmate, you preachy bastard,” he muttered, smug as ever.Meanwhile…Louis sat in silence, fingers steepled, eyes calm as the ocean bef
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 380
Bright, garish lights streamed through the expansive hall of Jennings Tower, marking tonight’s celebration as one of the largest events in cultivation history. Neon banners boasting words like Freedom, Evolution, and Liberation blinked aggressively at the gathering crowd.Mark Jennings, wrapped in a silver ceremonial robe embroidered with exaggerated dragons, stood atop an elevated dais, arms stretched wide, his expression radiating smug victory.“To freedom!” Mark proclaimed, savoring the roar of applause that burst forth like firecrackers.But beneath his arrogant smile, a lingering bitterness simmered.Louis... you sanctimonious dinosaur, today I finally bury your pitiful teachings.“Tonight,” Mark continued, his voice laced with thinly veiled contempt, “we celebrate the true liberation of cultivation knowledge—from the tired grasp of men like Louis, who cling desperately to ancient, meaningless traditions.”Cheers erupted again, louder and fiercer.Mark basked, feeling powerful—un
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CHAPTER 389
The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
CHAPTER 385
The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
CHAPTER 383
“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
CHAPTER 382
Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
CHAPTER 381
Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
