Ashton's voice was unnaturally aged and raspy like rusted iron. He was speaking in such a stilted and mechanical way that he sounded like a poorly assembled puppet. Aria raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Furler Senior, you should always get a doctor to check on you if you have any discomfort. You can't act childish and refuse treatment. I happen to know some medicine, so I hope you don't mind me taking a look." Ashton froze at her casual tone. Without giving him a chance to refuse, Aria's eyes fell to the bedside. With a flick of her fingers, she tossed the Emperor Coins to the four cardinal directions. Ashton struggled to rise. "You—" Pretending not to notice his resistance, Aria cut him off, "Mr. Furler Senior, let me check your pulse." But instead of checking his pulse, she went straight for his throat. Maxwell and the others could not see what was happening inside. Ashton's face darkened as he struggled against her grip, shouting, "Is this how you treat patients? Maxwell, why are y
Ignatius stared wide-eyed as he wondered what Aria meant by possession. Aria had no time to explain. With one hand lowered, she began her incantation steadily, "By ancient powers, spirits hear, evil's bane, begone from here!" With each word, Ashton's expression grew more grotesque. He looked like he was searching for another victim. But all four directions were sealed, and he had no escape. As Aria finished her chant, Ashton threw his head back with a roar before releasing a dense black mist. Aria's eyes flashed as she dodged, but the mist rushed shamelessly toward Landon, which was the only gap in the barrier. Besides targeting family members, evil spirits were most attracted to those rich in fortune. Ashton's eyes lit up at seeing Landon. With such powerful fortune, just one taste of it would heal Ashton's injuries. He could taste, but not possess. Ashton wasn't foolish; he knew such a person carried heaven's fortune. But no matter who it was, anyone would fall ill if an evil
"Mr. Furler Senior had been using forbidden methods to extend his life." Aria glanced at Landon, brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes. "Now he's facing the consequences and wants a new body. He even dared to absorb your fortune. Hmph, as if he's worthy of it." Her voice was low as she whispered to him, which seemed quite intimate. He was noble and aloof, while she was bewitchingly beautiful. They were indeed a striking pair. Landon chuckled softly after hearing her words. His voice was husky and pleasant. "Don't worry, I'm saving all my fortune for you." Aria had tried not to be enchanted by his beauty. But her fiancé wasn't just gorgeous. He was gentle, considerate, and perfectly behaved, which made him the ideal partner. She understood her brothers' concerns. Even her young protégés seemed worried. Perhaps they feared she was blinded by love. With looks like his, it would be easy to lose one's head. If he ever did something wrong and lowered his head as an apology
Ashton seemed to speak both to Ignatius and to himself, "I should have died long ago. Instead, I was foolish and wanted to stay longer to see you marry and have children. In the end, it's just a futile dream." Hearing his words, Ignatius broke down. He turned to Aria. "You can save Grandpa, right? You must be able to save him!" "I cannot," Aria's eyes lowered. "He should have died. But he's been staying where he doesn't belong by draining the life force from the surroundings. He'll harm not just his descendants but others too." Ignatius hugged Ashton and shook his head desperately. "That's not what Grandpa would do, Aria! Please, I'm begging you! He loves me most! Just this once!" Ashton watched Aria too, with one hand still hidden behind his back. Aria had meant to spare this grandfather and grandson some final good memories. But since Ashton had dabbled in the forbidden, he had to face the consequences. "Did you only want to see Ignatius marry and have children? Or did you
"Without me, you wouldn't exist, and neither would he. Everyone calls you Mr. Furler now, but what about me? I'm left here waiting for death! "If you're truly a good son, you should share your life with me. That's your duty." As Ashton finished speaking, his face twisted with greed. Ignatius stood frozen. He could not accept that these words had come from his beloved grandfather. Ashton had made his choice willingly. When he discovered a way to extend his life, he cared little for the fate of his descendants. All he desired was to live—and to be young again!Ashton's eyes darted nervously as his hand crept behind his back, ready to seize his replacement vessel. But he froze mid-motion. He believed his covert move had gone unnoticed, but Aria had already secured copper coins to his wrist with a fine thread. The thread, enchanted to react to even the slightest movement, tightened its grip. In that instant, Ashton's eyes widened in horror as he felt his soul begin to slip away.
The true mark of maturity came with a bitter realization. Not all parents would love their children unconditionally. Some cherished only the status their children brought them. Others craved control, while some favored certain children over others based on outdated beliefs. Many struggled to understand why, but life rarely offered simple answers. Even the most devoted love for one's children could sometimes become stifling in its intensity. However, Ashton's relentless pursuit of immortality had eclipsed all else. Aria told everyone not to touch Ashton's body, and she wrote a talisman on the spot. "The body should be cremated this afternoon. And Ignatius, this room should remain vacant for now." Ignatius lifted his head at her words, his face marked by suffering. "Keep wearing this Charm Token." Aria eyed his shoulder. "Take medicinal baths more frequently. I'll write down instructions for you. The fastest way to remove the mark is through beneficence—good deeds often overcom
With that thought in mind, Landon's gaze drifted over. His mesmerizing eyes turned cold and distant. Ah yes, the boy did look rather pitiful with that fair skin and those innocent doe eyes. He remembered how Aria used to prefer men who looked just like that, unlike himself. She had commented on how Landon looked so delicate, easy to bully, and carried an air of fragility. Fragile? Hah. Landon's eyes darkened, his emotions masked behind his perfect façade. Lost in his grief, Ignatius had not even noticed how his constant hovering around Aria might be misinterpreted. After such events, it seemed inappropriate to continue their visit. Maxwell had already begun preparing the funeral arrangements. Ashton's service would need to be handled with proper dignity. But Landon stopped him. "Don't announce it today." "Why?" Maxwell looked confused. Though irritated by how Aria always softened at the sight of pitiful young men, there were important things Landon had to say. "It wouldn't
Aria's voice remained neutral. "We're not exactly friends. The Kents took me in once, and she tried to hurt me a few times back then. Let's just say we're well-acquainted." Maxwell's smile vanished, swallowing whatever he had planned to say next. "Don't worry." Aria's smile held hidden meaning. "I'm just curious how someone with mediocre medical skills suddenly became known as a genius doctor." Maxwell understood now. "But she is skilled. She cured my wife's illness." "Did she?" Aria probed further into the topic. From Maxwell's account, she pieced together the situation. Lily could indeed perform acupuncture, though with inconsistent results. Aria had not visited the mansion recently. Still, she doubted Lily's techniques came from Georgina. Moreover, according to Maxwell, Lily had once said, "The Wagners and Furlers will both prosper. Rest assured, Mr. Furler Senior will be fine." Her words revealed two things. Mentioning the Furlers made sense, but why bring up the Wagner
Although the crow was unsure of its owner's thoughts, it was indeed afraid of the dagger made out of Oracle bones.In fact, it wasn't made of ordinary animal bones. It was from the Oracle, one of the Four Perils. Most importantly, it carried spiritual energy from heaven and earth.Back then, the crow didn't expect the insignificant sect, which was consistently at the bottom of each tournament, to have the purest spiritual energy. Plus, all of their members were not to be underestimated. The crow would have never believed it if it hadn't come to live in the mountains with Landon. After all, Landon was bewitched to become the woman's boy toy. He stayed behind only because he liked the sect's spiritual energy. At that, the crow shifted its body and didn't continue to disturb Landon. Since Landon mentioned he needed the knife sheath, the crow would go and get it. Apart from the curved dagger in the wooden box, there was also a somewhat inconspicuous emerald and a turtle shell-lik
The box included a protective membrane. Carrying bones around would raise questions in modern days. Even Aria worried about inspections. Sometimes, Tobias acted just like those arcane seekers from Mount Dracotigris. When her fingertips touched it, heat surged through her bloodline. The blade felt like it belonged in her hands; even its tassel was exquisitely crafted. But she remembered something when she entered the manifestation and got the Soul-Summoning Plaque. She had been an arcane seeker in her past life, hadn't she? Could an arcane seeker use a blade? She had mostly seen them wielding swords, just like those TV shows with flying swordsmen. Perhaps she had to use a blade because she came from a smaller guild. As Aria traced the bone blade, her initial attraction grew into fascination. Tobias wouldn't leave her just any blade. Since she'd encountered it in the manifestation, it must be connected to her. "Do you like it?" Suddenly, Landon's voice came close. It was low,
Breaking the Eight Trigrams Manifestation required precision instead of force. The path led from the East Gate of Life through the Southwest Gate of Rest, finally striking through the North Gate of Opening. But this was not just about breaking a manifestation. The lock had eight marks—Life, Rest, Harm, Block, Vision, Death, Awakening, and Opening. These were the eight gates within the manifestation. As Aria studied the corresponding numbers, she was suddenly struck with inspiration. Following the sequence, she pressed them. The lock then opened with a click. She raised an eyebrow, recognizing the familiar combination. "0715, my birthday." Aria casually opened the box. "Typical of Mr. Revelare to choose that date." She knew she was born on Twilight Hallows, a day when parents would urge children home early. Owen had always believed Aria's birth signs were not the best, and he thought this was likely because of this day. People considered it the Day of Spirits. On this day, a
Earlier, Aria had really wanted to keep some family ties for Georgina. After all, Georgina had given Aria all the love meant for her granddaughter, Lily. When the Kents drove her out, Aria had seen Georgina staring at a pair of handmade baby booties. She had made them herself and wanted to give them to Lily. But Karen had scorned them and did not even allow her to see the child. Aria knew Georgina still yearned to see Lily. Blood ties were different. Aria could approach everything else with logic, but not Georgina. When everyone else abandoned her, Georgina stayed. She always said, "We can't let Aria go hungry. Of course, she needs school. Whatever Aria wants, we'll save up for it. The same goes for Sam." Everyone had their weak spots, and for those they loved, anyone would surely lower their defenses. After all, they still held on to hope. Though Georgina never said it, Aria understood she'd held hope for Lily. That was why Aria had not been harsh enough with Lily. But tha
Lily definitely had not learned her mistake—there must be more to it. Though Aria had investigated, nothing turned up. Now she understood why Lily kept coming here. Aside from using Georgina's connections, she was after what was in the box. "Grandma, the first layer wasn't locked. Do you know what was inside?" Of course Georgina knew. "When the old priest gave me the box, he said anyone could read the books about medicine and the arcane in the first layer, especially you. They were all rare copies." Everything suddenly connected in Aria's mind. No wonder Lily's skills seemed endless; this explained it. Aria turned to Georgina. She preferred to be direct, so she said, "Grandma, I think I know who took them. Recently, a few people visited your place, but there was one you knew well—Lily. She's been using these medical texts to treat people. "Her medical skills are fine, but I worry she's misusing the arcane books for personal gain." Georgina swayed slightly at these words. Li
"Christian was your whole world back then, so it wasn't strange you wanted to give him gifts." Though Georgina preferred not to mention him, this particular item must have been precious for Aria to consider giving it away. After explaining, her mood lightened. "I'm glad you realized what you wanted and didn't let the Kent family engagement bind you. I planned to give this to you on your first day of university since that's what the priest requested. But I feel now's the right time." Georgina had wanted to mention this during their last meeting. But Aria had looked so exhausted then, so she'd wanted to let Aria rest. By morning, Aria had already left. With Aria's upcoming trip to Ludwiten and not knowing when they would meet again, Georgina's main concern was returning these items. Aria was really curious about what they might be. Since Georgina said it was left by the old priest who used to visit her, Aria was sure it was from Tobias. She never knew he had left anything for her
"Seeing Aria like this brings me so much joy." Georgina set down her fan and took a pill, her breathing gradually steadying. Landon observed her condition without surprise. He certainly saw more than Aria did. But fate's secrets were not meant to be revealed; everyone had their own path. All he could do was ask, "Should we tell her about your condition?" "And have her worrying about me while handling everything else?" As she spoke, Georgina waved dismissively. "Managing the Carver Group means there are countless employees depending on her. "Last time I saw her, she was falling asleep sitting up. She already worries too much about me, and I know why. It's because of my granddaughter Lily." Georgina lowered her gaze, smiling. "You know the situation with the Kents. I couldn't survive in Southbury then with everyone pointing fingers and calling me a wicked mother-in-law. They said I had blood on my hands. "But Aria stood by me without judgment. Only then could I come to Janovi
No one really knew how pitiful Sam had been back then. Nobody would have connected that filthy, weak, and skinny child to Chaos. Even now, only the skillful arcane seekers could recognize Sam as Chaos. That's because he had not fully awakened yet. Besides, his round, childish face showed no hint of threat. When Georgina first found him, it was raining. He looked less like a child and more like a stray cat, huddled miserably in a corner. He did seem fierce since he was watching everyone with dark, suspicious eyes. Some even suspected he was mentally ill and called the police. The police confirmed he was an orphan, with no records in any database. They planned to handle it as a case of missing a child since no orphanage would take him. Sam hadn't always been like this. He appeared quite dangerous and could not speak a word. He would stare people down intensely, so it was understandable that people would be afraid of him. He even bit the police officer who tried to take him. If
Aria glanced at Landon, impressed. His lie was far more polished than hers would have been. His face alone made the story believable, and she noticed how he showed no signs of deception at all. He even gave her a casual glance, showing how he was totally at ease. Sure enough, Georgina believed it. "I've heard of Mr. Bond. Sam is so lucky! Tell him to study well up there. I'll visit him in a few days!" "Of course. I'll go with you later." Aria did not want to upset Georgina. With her upcoming trip to Ludwiten, Aria insisted on having a meal at the mansion. She only provided occasional guidance on the clinic's direction now. She had left daily operations to professional managers. Even when she had lost her senses, Georgina had never given up on her. Even when she had not been herself, Georgina had not abandoned her. Aria knew the Kent family wouldn't change, especially Marshall, with his greed. She just wanted to ensure Georgina's twilight years weren't spent worrying about unw