Albert watched Sirius disappear down the hallway, his eyes narrowing suspiciously"Mr. Faith? Personal officer? Sounds more like..."A realization dawned on Albert, and his expression shifted dramatically. "Could that be... Sacred General Mr. Faith?The revelation sparked a peal of laughter from Albert. "If this esteemed guest Sirius mentioned truly manages to tick off Sacred General so badly he falls ill, well, there might not be a Monroe family left in Stanva City. That would certainly be a source of amusement for the Harmon family."The exchange didn't go unnoticed by Priscilla and Grace. Though unfamiliar with Salmasia's major powers, the name "Scared General" rang a faint bell. Mr. Faith was a revered military leader, commanding the entire northern Salmasian army. Like any soldier, his youth was spent on the battlefield, his hands inevitably stained with the blood of enemies.But unlike others, Mr. Faith held a unique belief—that death ended an enemy's sins, allowing for a
After settling Mr. Faith, Sirius felt like he'd been dunked in the ocean. Sweat plastered his clothes to his skin.Wayne spoke up in a hurried tone, "Mr. Sirius, since Mr. York is the one who caused Mr. Faith's illness, perhaps he can heal him too. His supposedly miraculous medical skills might be just what we need."Sirius's fury boiled over. He lashed out, a stinging slap connecting with Wayne's face. "Don't be ridiculous! Mr. Faith is simply sickened by Frederick's actions. We might still avoid blame for this. But if we suggest Frederick treat him, and Mr. Faith dies... that makes us accomplices to murder!" Wayne cradled his throbbing cheek and stammered in confusion. "Didn't you say Mr. York could extend life?"Sirius slumped in defeat, letting out a helpless sigh. "There's a chance his medical skills are a hoax. Even Grandpa might have been fooled. It's too early to tell for sure, but one thing's clear. Frederick has brought us nothing but trouble."…Meanwhile, Frederick d
Witnessing the scene before him, Tyger's mind reeled in confusion.Wasn't Scarlett plotting to use Frederick for their own gain? How had the situation devolved into two women vying for the same man's attention?The concept of conquest seemed laughably misplaced.As Tyger entered, Scarlett, seemingly embarrassed by the sight and mindful of his seniority, quickly disentangled herself from Frederick. However, she seized the moment. "Uncle Tyger, has the big shot arrived?"Tyger was brimming with excitement as he said, "Indeed, Ms. Samson. Anticipating their arrival tonight, Jacob and I took turns watching the Imperial Suite. We just witnessed them being transported inside. Perhaps his old ailment has resurfaced."A spark of delight flickered in Scarlett's eyes. It meant an opportunity.Though she felt a pang of sympathy for Jacob and Tyger, who were forced to stand guard despite their age, she couldn't deny her own motives. Here she was, bickering with Vivianne in Frederick's room
Scarlett and Tyger reacted with lightning reflexes. In a coordinated move, they lunged at Varek, each grabbing one of his thick arms. Varek was caught off guard by their sudden assault and found himself momentarily restrained. Even with their combined strength, Scarlett and Tyger were pushed to their limits, struggling to hold back Varek's massive power.It was a shocking display of raw strength that left them both breathless."So you truly intend to harm Mr. Faith!" Varek roared, his voice thick with suspicion.Before Varek could unleash another blow, Frederick sprang into action. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle flew through the air, embedding itself precisely in a pressure point on Varek's body. The effect was instantaneous. Varek froze, his powerful muscles locking up, rendering him speechless and immobile. Scarlett and Tyger were drained from their brief struggle and collapsed onto the floor.Their faces drained of color as the residual force from simply trying
Frederick employed this technique for a specific reason. The murderous persona residing within him was a potent force of evil.This technique served a dual purpose—suppressing the persona and converting its darkness into usable power.However, Frederick had always avoided complete absorption, opting to keep the entity subdued.Now, he was siphoning the dark energy from Mr. Faith's body. The idea that the revered Sacred General could harbor an evil force within its depths would be utterly inconceivable to outsiders.The intensity of the evil force within Mr. Faith was staggering, making suppression a herculean effort for Frederick. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to contain and absorb the dark energy. Any lapse in concentration could result in the entity overwhelming him, allowing his murderous persona to take the reins.At that critical moment, the silver needle dislodged from Varek's body, clattering against the wall. The sound alerted Tyger and Scarlett immediate
Frederick's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a flicker of exhaustion.Mr. Faith's voice was laced with concern as he inquired, "Young man, why did you shoulder such a burden? I could have carried this pain alone, there was no need to share it with you."A faint smile touched Frederick's lips. "Mr. Faith, your compassion shines brightly. I couldn't stand by and watch you suffer in silence."Mr. Faith's astonishment deepened as he observed Frederick's unwavering composure. "But young man, you absorbed the entirety of the dark energy within me and yet remain unaffected?"Even a seasoned cultivator like Mr. Faith had nearly succumbed to suppressing the dark energy. Yet, Frederick, so young and inexperienced, had subdued it with apparent ease. Frederick merely offered a cryptic smile. "Let's just say I possess a technique capable of suppressing such forces. Mr. Faith, your unwavering fortitude is truly commendable. You've used your cultivation to suppress this evil force for years.
"Mr. Faith, you..."Mr. Faith simply offered a gentle wave of his hand, silencing the bewildered Varek.Frederick was overwhelmed by the unexpected gift and blurted out, "Mr. Faith, I can't possibly accept this! It's far too valuable."Mr. Faith's gentle smile grew warmer as he explained, "Material possessions have never held much value for me. The Violet Spirit Vessel has always been a tool for helping others. "I believe you are better suited to wield the Vessel now, young friend. Use it to banish the darkness within you. And perhaps, you can use the Vessel to help others struggling with similar burdens." Mr. Faith grasped Frederick's hands, conveying the weight of his trust.Seeing the resolute determination etched on Mr. Faith's face, Frederick knew he had no choice but to accept the Vessel.The murderous persona within him, coupled with the darkness he'd absorbed from Mr. Faith, was a constant threat. Perhaps the Vessel could offer a glimmer of hope in his darkest moments.
With Varek's level of cultivation, jumping into the sea posed no threat of drowning.A few minutes later, he climbed back onto the cruise, dripping wet and furious. His bare chest was heaving, his clothes were soaked, and his eyes burned with rage toward Frederick. Varek's empty hands confirmed he hadn't found the Violet Spirit Vessel.It wasn't his fault; finding it in the vast ocean was an impossible task."You ungrateful brat! Mr. Faith gave you his most precious possession, and you tossed it into the sea! This is blatant disrespect! I'll kill you for this!" Just as Varek lunged, Mr. Faith snapped out of his shock and stopped him.He turned to Frederick and asked, "Why did you do that? You know how valuable the Violet Spirit Vessel is. It can absorb dark energy and help countless people."Frederick calmly replied, "Indeed, it can. But without the Vessel, do those dark energies simply vanish?"Mr. Faith frowned, not following Frederick's logic."The world won't change beca