"Don't pry," Landon reprimanded Solo with a low murmur. Even when delivering a stern admonishment, Landon retained his handsome demeanor.Georgina wheeled herself to them, addressing Landon and the others, "It's the first time Aria has brought friends to the clinic. You guys have fun. There's coffee prepared in the courtyard. Those who have slow digestion should take more of them. I'll go buy some shrimp to cook for all of you."Georgina's keen eye detected an air of privilege around these young men. Perhaps they weren't even friends, but intuition told her not to pry. What mattered most was that Aria had finally brought people home.After all, Aria had never been fond of the clinic. She used to complain that lingering there too long made her smell of traditional medicine, inviting mockery from her peers and making it difficult for her to fit in. Consequently, she would never stay for dinner.Whenever Aria visited her Georgina, she had to do so covertly, lest Karen berate her.Des
Aria's voice cut through the air. "Mr. Lowe."Bryan straightened up immediately. "Yes?""Can you identify medicinal herbs and boil water?" by boiling water?" Aria gestured toward the medicine cabinet with a subtle tilt of her chin.Bryan nodded. "Yes, but I'm not very quick at identifying them."Aria glanced at him sideways. "Prepare orzo, ground nutmeg, and rhizome. Only come find me if someone wants a massage."Bryan, a highly respected lead surgeon, couldn't help but feel like he was being relegated to receptionist duties.Aria grinned. "Do you not want to do it?"He rolled up his sleeves. "It would be an honor."He was there to learn from her, and a little receptionist work wasn't about to deter him. With tasks assigned, Aria led Landon into a room decorated in an intriguing style. A plush massage bed dominated the center, the air imbued with the calming scent of mugwort. A curious contraption, seemingly connected to the stove outside, was nestled beneath the couch.Upon
Landon tilted his head slightly, keeping his eyes closed.Whenever Aria lowered her head, her hair would brush against his arm.One's sensation would be amplified during a massage.Landon's gaze darkened as he watched the way her hair tumbled down as she moved. The massage only lasted about 20 minutes. Throughout the session, Landon found himself tempted to run his fingers through her hair, feeling strangely captivated."Done. You can get dressed now," Aria stated matter-of-factly, ending with a firm press of her thumb near the knee.Landon realized he was perspiring heavily. Unlike the clammy sweat of illness, his body felt warm all over.When he looked at Aria, his eyes were intensely dark, revealing little of his thoughts. "Thank you.""We're pressed for time today, so consider this just a trial of sorts," Aria remarked, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. Her long hair clung to her neck, accentuating her cool yet enchanting appearance, especially against her crimson lip
Upon hearing that, Aria dashed out of the room before anyone else could react. Swift and determined, she grabbed a wooden stick from somewhere, her eyes flashing with fury.Outside, a crowd had gathered in the alley, mostly residents who had just finished their grocery shopping."What's going on?""Apparently, someone's accusing Ms. Harris of malpractice, saying she caused a death!""It can't be true, right?""It might be true. She's a traditional medicine practitioner, after all.""I had a neck massage from her yesterday. Could something happen to me?""If it's true, we shouldn't go there anymore."Georgina, her knuckles white around her cane, stood trembling amidst the discussion.The individual blocking Georgina sneered and shook his head. "No wonder you're living comfortably here. You think you can just hide your past. But you're still the same. Traditional medicine is outdated. How dare you try to steal our customers.""I don't know what you're talking about. Move asi
The voice had belonged to Aria. With the invitation card between her fingers, she said, "Go back and tell Dr. Gunther that Heartbound Hall will arrive on time. Your family, on the other hand, had better hang in there. I hope nothing happens to you.""We're the Gunthers! As if anything would happen to us!" Constantine boasted arrogantly. He chuckled as if he'd heard something funny. "I'll just leave this here! No one in Southbury would dare touch us. The Gunther family is king in this city! You better commit this to memory, young one.""Got it." Aria chewed on a piece of fruit candy, her gaze dark. "The Gunthers, huh."Assuming that she was a naïve young woman, Constantine turned and arrogantly walked away. Aria's gaze narrowed as she looked at his retreating. Constantine hadn't thought much of his arm, which Aria had twisted, but his face abruptly fell when he walked out of the alley and got into the car. Why did he feel like he'd lost feeling in his arm?Constantine wanted
Bryan paused, mindful of the presence of the young man purportedly from the Carver family. He hesitated, unsure if what he was about to say would tarnish the patient's impression of Aria.However, Aria tilted her chin up, gesturing for him to continue.And so Bryan said, lowering his voice, "I heard my grandpa say that Ms. Harris was a doctor who became prominent later than the others. The Harris family wasn't much, but she was pretty good and had treated many patients with difficult and rare diseases. "However, perhaps she'd gotten too arrogant later, for she'd taken in the same patient as the Gunther family at the same time. She insisted on treating the patient using traditional methods, and the patient ended up dead…"Worried that Georgina would overhear their conversation, Bryan scooted closer. "This incited a huge uproar back then. If not for someone in Janovin who'd vouched for your grandmother, she would've had to go to jail. "However, this couldn't be resolved just like
Bryan wasn't hungry originally, but he was salivating over the food now. Georgina smiled. "Not bad."Aria didn't stay idle. After all the ingredients were in the oven, she made some millet flatbread in the pan and garnished it with some chopped chives.As if the oven-roasted ribs with potatoes and eggplant weren't enough, she cut up some romaine lettuce and tossed them with some vinaigrette. It smelled so good that Solo kept on turning his head back to look. It was Georgina who had baked those prawns, but Aria made a dipping sauce for them. The dishes looked colorful and very appetizing when served on the table. There were also some freshly baked rolls on the table that were still smoking hot. Bryan wanted to eat, but he dared not start. Georgina chuckled, saying, "Dig in. Let's give Aria's cooking a try."Both Bryan and Solo were extremely eager to do so. However, Solo didn't forget about Landon who was beside him. However, Landon had never eaten food that was prepared alon
At this moment, thumping footsteps could be heard from outside the yard. Sam, who had been absent the entire day, entered the yard carrying a tote bag. Surprised by the large gathering, he paused momentarily and exchanged a glance with Aria.Aria raised a brow. "You're back? Grandma has been talking about you the whole day. Go have some food first."Sam grunted in response and made his way inside. Upon the sight of the massive tote bag Sam was carrying, Bryan wanted to help him. "It's heavy, isn't it? I'll help you carry… it!"The word "it" was punctuated heavily. He was using so much strength the veins on his neck popped, yet he failed to lift the bag."This sure isn't that light, huh," he said awkwardly. As if in disbelief, he tried to lift the bag again, using both arms this time, making a face as he exerted even more of his strength.Sam watched him in silence, staying on the spot. Bryan gave up. His arms went limp on his sides as he puffed heavily. "Seriously, what did yo
The eight figures sat together, ostensibly discussing Aria's arrival. In truth, their agenda was far less noble—they were determined to keep the items they had long appropriated, refusing to return what rightfully belonged to others. After holding onto these possessions for so long, they had convinced themselves they were entitled to them.Their plan was to maintain a façade of respect toward the Carver family to avoid public scrutiny. However, they were equally resolute in protecting their own interests. They intended to demonstrate the influence of Ludwiten's business elite on Aria. It would be much better if she could be persuaded to invest billions in their ventures.It was a strategy they'd employed before, notably with Owen, and found it amusing.Yet Percy, despite his youth, was not so easily deceived. His calm demeanor and precise legal arguments left little room for manipulation. The Carver family's resilience, after all, stemmed largely from their grandchildren.Sti
Tobias once said that Aria was the most gifted person in the Decatorian way. Yet, for all her supposed talent, she couldn't use the Emperor Coins just by casually throwing them on her first attempt. She had to study them before she could wield them effectively.Thankfully, Leon chose the entertainment industry. If he had chosen to be inducted in the Decatorian way, the disciples of Mount Dracotigris would have been disheartened. "Leon, have you ever considered going into another industry?" Aria asked. Leon shook his head, a rebellious smirk on his face. "Aria, look at me. This face was born to be a celebrity. It'd be a crime to waste it."Aria sighed, accustomed to his narcissism. It was hard to argue—Leon's rebellious charm and striking looks had won over both women and men. Yet, his popularity brought challenges of its own."I still have Emperor Coins with me," Aria said, pulling out a beaded bracelet adorned with the coins and securing it around Leon's wrist. "Take it. For yo
Warren's eyes reddened as he gazed at Fergus, the grandson he had once hoped to raise personally. In that moment, he felt his life had been worthwhile. As one grew older, they came to understand a fundamental truth—if their descendants could grasp their thoughts, rather than dismissing the ways of the past as irrelevant, it was something to celebrate. Warren could now pass on everything to his grandchildren, finally feeling worthy within the Carver family.…Meanwhile, Leon furrowed his brows in the second-floor bedroom. "What are they talking about?""It's probably about Ludwiten. They have some business to settle. Why?" Aria had intentionally given Fergus and Warren some time to talk. As for her, she stayed with Leon in his room, playing games and snacking.When she heard his question, she smiled. "Are you interested as well, Leon?""I'm not cut out for business." Leon couldn't sit still and kept pacing back and forth. His silver hair, falling perfectly, made him look like a
That night, Warren stood before the memorial hall and spoke to his ancestors."Aria will be returning to Ludwiten tonight. Things will be different this time. There will be many obstacles ahead of her, but we must return eventually. Aria will finish what I couldn't. Please protect her."The Carver family was forced to shift their business from Ludwiten to Janovin at the time. And back then, they believed they could return at any moment. Yet, over 70 years had passed since then.Both Warren and Stephen were sentimental individuals, always hoping to return to Ludwiten. However, circumstances had shifted over the years. Moreover, the business landscape in Ludwiten had grown increasingly complex, with rising foreign investments. Their commitments in Janovin, especially after Owen married Fiona, kept them from returning.Warren had expected Owen to stay in Ludwiten, as he had promised the Grisham family. But Owen broke that promise.Warren's greatest wish had always been to return to
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