In the hands of an average Joe, the Blood Path would be frail and faint, crumbling at the slightest touch, scattering with a mere pat.However, the Quayle family was a breed apart.The Quayle had deep and powerful roots, riding on the coattails of a nation's golden streak and boasting a millennium of prosperity.Their Blood Path, a slender thread of crimson, writhed like a miniature dragon, its rich hue reminiscent of the fiery Phoenix Blossom from the depths of hell.With the Imperial Court as their only competitor, the Quayles were unsurpassed in Lindorm, the top dog among noble houses.A Terrestrial Immortal held court within their walls—who dared challenge them?Clearly, Nuben Quayle had made a bad bet.He wanted to be the only big fish in Lindorm, untouchable in his lofty perch. He had planned to kill Ashton, but he dragged his feet for too long.A master of self-cultivation like Ashton was leagues beyond any old-school warriors. After his Syferia Glacial Plains adventure,
The Quayle family was not just a business empire; it boasted a roster of elites, many of whom wielded considerable power in military hotspots. The sudden demise of those power players sent shockwaves through the ranks.Braith Quayle, a child of the Quayle lineage, held a rank far surpassing that of Third Young Master Quayle. A direct descendant and a key figure in the family, he was also the deputy to the mighty war god Douglas on the battlefield.While orchestrating the unification of the Lindorm war zones under the Martial Fairy Alliance, Braith met his end. His death, amidst the signing of a pivotal treaty, left nothing behind but charred remains—a stark testament to the chaos that had erupted.Douglas stood rooted to the spot, his brow creased in confusion, trying to make sense of the impossible."Big trouble ahead," Douglas muttered as he opened his eyes.The scene before him was straight out of a paranormal thriller—a man bursting into flames out of nowhere, especially in fr
[The true crisis?][That's right, the true crisis. It's the Fairy Court. They're a legend among us Lindorm warriors, a force that's been around for millennia but vanished from our world for reasons unknown. Now, the Fairy Court is returning; with it, warriors of unimaginable strength are emerging one by one.][So what if they're all mighty? It doesn't change a thing for us regular warriors—no escape, no respect when up against those superbeings!]A minute later, the Mount Lindsey Man chimed in again. [You've got it all wrong. Ashton hasn't gone on a killing spree. Whether it was his first showdown on Syferia Glacial Plains, the clash at Sunoria, the wild skirmish in Rachwalik Huntsville, or the showdown in Kensington's Dragon Valley, he did not start any of them. He's not the type to build a force to crush regular warriors like us. His group, Medicine Valley, has always been about self-preservation. However, that Fairy Court? They're a whole different story.][What's so different a
"What?"Nuben whipped around to face the speaker."Ashton's back. He went straight to the Imperial Capital, found the Quayles, and with a spell of dark arts like no other, he wiped them out. Every last one of them."An old woman named Sunniva Bramston, from the mystical Erhmaine Mountain, had spoken. Known as Lady Erhmaine, she was 200 years old, a master of the Erhmaine Fist, and a student of the ancient Zendo secrets of eternal life. Once a dazzling figure of divine grace, she lived in quiet seclusion, her years weighing heavily upon her.When Nuben issued a call to arms to establish the Martial Fairy Alliance, Sunniva emerged from her century of solitude to stand with them."I have a young relative working in a covert agency in the Imperial capital. He sent that information through a secure channel. I trust it's reliable," Sunniva said."That is trouble!"Nuben's face tightened with concern. "We need to move faster to secure Medicine Valley. If necessary, we can't shy away fr
Rama shot the loudmouth a death glare and hissed a warning that shut them up on the spot."Things are pretty dicey right now, and I get why everyone's wound up." Wren's voice echoed across Medicine Valley. "However, remember, we're all in the same boat. Everyone in Medicine Valley is hanging by a thread. I'm just as scared and antsy as you are, but I'm out here fighting. I need you to keep it together and not stir up trouble behind the lines.""Mister Wesley, no matter what's between you and my son, it's time to gear up for battle."Symere nodded and smiled. "Master, you've given me a second chance at life, a gift I can never repay. I'll fight with everything I've got."Wren's lips tightened. "Alright, no need for that. If we survive this, I'll have my son lift the mark from your mind, setting you free. After that, it's your call to stick around or leave."Symere's eyes locked onto hers, and he nodded with fierce determination.Just then...Boom!A deafening blast rocked the sk
"What?""Is that all she has got? Pathetic! That's her power?" On the grand hall's second floor, the middle-aged woman who had been so boisterous before spat out her words, her face twisted with fear and despair at Wren's swift defeat."We're done for, totally done for!" The elders from the once-proud Medicine Valley were in despair."Ash, please hurry back, come save Aunt Wren!" Yanne's hands twisted her clothing in a vice grip, her body slick with a clammy sweat.Kendra and the rest stood by helplessly, their hands pressed together in prayer, hoping for Wren's safety."Ma'am, I've got your back!"Symere's fists glowed with intense heat as he launched a furious Earth Dragon Punch, the scorching energy instantly vaporizing the dark mass and its prison."Ma'am, now's our chance, get out of here!" Symere yelled."Ha, think you can just walk away? You did not check with me!"Kanan emerged out of nowhere and delivered a crushing strike to Wren's midsection, sending her flying acro
"A word was spoken, and a spell was cast. They've reached the sage's domain! He's truly a Holy Master!"The crowd at the Martial Fairy Alliance gasped in awe.Stepping into the sage's domain through the art of techniques was similar to obtaining Terrestrial Immortal status in martial arts, but it was tougher, rarer, and considerably more powerful.A word was spoken, and a spell was cast—that sentence implied that although most spells required rituals, symbols, or chants to be cast, a sage-level master could do it with a single thought, word, or gesture. The quantity and power of the tactics they could use depended entirely on their personal development and the depth of their spiritual force.For example, Yaxkin could summon a bolt of Thunderous Heaven Shaker, and it did not even put a dent in his spiritual power.Mount Lindsey was famous for its mastery of the Thunder Arts, and the Thunderous Heaven Shaker was among the most formidable. It harnessed the pure energy of the cosmos t
"Three minutes? That old guy could not bust through our defenses in three minutes if he tried. I bet he's running out of tricks. Even without a senior's help, we'd have that in the bag," Ygniel said with a callous laugh.His gaze then shifted to Wren.That woman had played him for a fool the last time, leaving him battered and nearly dead. It cost him a rare healing elixir to bounce back that fast. He would not rest until he settled the score.Once he got his hands on her, he used his special brand of discipline to make her the most compliant, master-serving shadow slave there ever was.Then, Yaxkin launched a third barrage of attacks, one after another.The Divine Master Seal blazed with a dazzling light, unleashing the overwhelming presence of a Mystic Arts Holy Master in all its glory. Thunderstorms raged, unleashing a relentless assault on the entire area, flattening the mountain ridge where the trio stood to nearly nothing.It was beyond belief. Could mere mortals truly reac