Titus observed Landon's face. "You seem like you're in a good mood."Landon paused in the middle of his actions. "Huh?"Titus picked up his teacup. "Someone hacked into your house, and you're still smiling despite that. What else could be the reason for that aside from a good mood? Brat."Landon knew that Titus was still cross at him for not seeking proper treatment for his illness. He poured another cup of tea. "Solo must've told you about the state of my body recently and also… someone I've met."Titus looked up in defiance. He refused to acknowledge Landon's statement. "Solo's your bodyguard. Why would he tell me details about such things?""You're right, Grandpa," Landon said with mirth in his voice. Titus couldn't be bothered to engage in this verbal back-and-forth with Landon. The Yorks tended to prefer going straight to the point, except for Landon, who always had something brewing in secret."Fine, just tell me. Which one out of the doctors who came today is the Dr. Gen
Master Revelare had said, "Landon possesses extremely great fortune, so great that it will bring upon him an early death."Feeling a surge of helplessness, Titus had let Landon have his way. The Carver family hadn't found their missing granddaughter, anyway. Titus decided they could make the call about the marriage when, or if, they ever found her.Landon was an exceptional young man, yet he'd never had anyone by his side since childhood.Titus sighed, a rare flicker of guilt crossing his features. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have—""Grandpa," Landon interrupted him, smiling, "You know that I've never blamed you. If someone from the York family must shoulder this, I'd rather it be me."Titus' hands were shaking as he supported himself on his walking stick. He said nothing for a long time, watching as Landon heaved a sigh.Everyone envied the York family for their wealth, oblivious to the heavy price that came with it. Landon had carried this burden for years, a silent guardian.
Karen shot to her feet, her voice laced with panic. "What happened to you, Lily? Why are you out here alone? Where's Dr. Gunther?"Lily grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, "We'll discuss this after we get back home, Mom."Karen wasn't that dumb; she realized that something serious had happened. She said to the wealthy ladies, "She's anemic again, so I must take her home quickly."The wealthy ladies exchanged skeptical glances. Anemia? Or was Lily perhaps one of the unfortunate ones who hadn't made the cut?Sensing their doubt, Lily crumpled dramatically into Karen's arms. "Mom, I can't breathe!" she gasped. "But don't worry, I didn't embarrass you. The consultation is over anyway."There was no way the consultation could continue after such a scene. Lily, ever the quick thinker, had effectively shut the crowd down.Less than five minutes later, the doors to the inner hall swung open, and a procession of doctors emerged. Only then did the wealthy ladies lose interest in Karen
"How many times did I tell you Aria's not your elder sister?" Karen's voice boomed, her denial more vehement than ever. "Lily, you're young and naïve. Poor people will use all sorts of tricks to get ahead. You said Aria changed? That's just her way of surviving."Lily furrowed her brow. "But she's undeniably skilled. Even Mr. York Senior showed her respect."Karen was stunned. "The Yorkschose her?"Lily bit her lip. "Well, no. She was on a team with the Lowe family. Malcolm was the one who stood out."A sneer contorted Karen's face. "So she curried favor with the Lowes. What a clever old bat. Using her connections on her deathbed, no less!"Lily fell deep in thought. "So Grandma is a skilled doctor, right?"Karen scoffed, "She caused someone's death. Even if she's skilled, her reputation is ruined. Only the Lowes would still give her the time of day."Lily lowered her head in consideration.Karen squeezed Lily's hand. "Don't worry, Lily. Even with the Lowes' help, that old woma
Shiloh's eyes widened in astonishment. "Mr. York? Why would he be seeking her out?"His question prompted several onlookers to glance back, incredulous at the notion. They found it difficult to believe that Landon would be searching for the imposter posing as a Kent.The black-clad bodyguard spoke succinctly, "We need to return something belonging to the Kent family."Upon hearing that, the bystanders quickly grasped the situation. After all, it was inconceivable that Landon would know a "knock-off" like her. Malcolm stepped forward, blocking Aria. "I'll accompany her."Malcolm had promised his grandfather to safeguard Aria and intended to uphold it. However, the bodyguard remained resolute. "I'm sorry. Mr. York specifically requested Ms. Kent's presence.""My last name isn't Kent, but I'll follow along." Aria tapped on her phone before speaking, her eyes holding a captivating allure.Aria pondered whether Landon's interest stemmed from discovering Sam's existence. Perhaps sh
Having written the message, Aria clutched the wooden box as she exited the room. Her handwriting was atrocious, seemingly indifferent to whether the recipient could comprehend it. Yet, politeness was all that mattered to her.A sudden gift from Landon sent shivers down her spine. It felt like he was onto her. Aria was determined to distance herself from him. Consequently, she couldn't help but admire the diamond-studded pen—a testament to intellectuals' wealth.Meanwhile, Landon remained oblivious to the unintended consequence of his gesture. Exhausted from hours of surveillance footage review, he entered the room just after Aria's departure. His black-clad security guard approached him."Mr. York," the bodyguard reported, "Ms. Carver only took the Whisperwind Herb."Landon's eyebrows arched upon hearing her name, finally learning it, finding it remarkably beautiful.Entering the study, Landon removed his rosary bracelet, scanning the remnants left behind. He inquired casually, "S
It was rush hour at six in the evening, with cars clogging the streets everywhere except for Clearwater Alley. However, the quiet tranquility there was broken by a group of people huddled together, their voices buzzing with gossip."Did you guys hear?""What?""A doctor from the hospital across the street got arrested!"Sarah, just returning from grocery shopping, stopped in her tracks. "Isn't that one of the Gunther family members who caused a scene here a while back? I believe that they came that time to harass Ms. Harris!""I think so too!" chimed in another neighbor. "The news said that their entire family is corrupt! They've been deceiving patients for years!""That doctor even suppressed her colleagues. Ms. Harris must've been one of them!"Sarah turned her head toward the gossiping crowd, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "Now you all see the truth, don't you? Remember how some of you used to badmouth Aria?"One of the neighbors mumbled sheepishly, "Well, Ms. Ha
Georgina's cheerful interruption cut off Aria's unspoken concerns. "Aria! Get Sam to fill some water for Sarah and the others to soak their feet."Aria naturally withdrew her hand, responding with a small smile, "Okay."Sam's issue would have to wait. There was no point in pushing it now. Besides, with enough herbs in his system, he wouldn't arouse suspicion.As night painted the alleyways with warm shadows, the aroma of food filled the air. Tonight, a genuine smile stretched across Georgina's face, the happiest she'd been in a long time. With a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose, she kneaded her neighbor's shoulder with practiced concentration. A satisfied grunt from the patient elicited a mirroring smile from Georgina. Aria, watching the exchange, raised an eyebrow. After Sarah and the others had departed, Aria spoke as she helped Georgina to her feet. "Grandma, how about we reopen Heartbound Hall?"Upon hearing that, Georgina's face froze. "Why did you suddenly brin
"I'll ask Boss if she needs a bellboy!"Harry hadn't changed a bit. With his flashy gold chains and oversized watch, he was always quick to jump at any opportunity to make money. If Aria invited him to meet other businessmen, he'd be on board without hesitation.Everyone who did business with Aria shared a common trait—they would get addicted. Every entrepreneur dreamed of growth. The longer they toil in the market, the stronger their desire to expand. It was a universal truth among business leaders.For these dreamers, an investor like Aria was a godsend. She thrived on improvement, making her an ideal partner.Harry, as enthusiastic as ever, bombarded Aria with messages. Aria had planned to visit Ludwiten before, but things kept happening, delaying her trip. Her frequent nightmares and the unresolved tension between her mother and uncles weighed on her mind. Now, with Barron leaving some important items for her in Ludwiten, she had no choice but to go. Sneaking there was neve
"Honestly, you shouldn't let Boss go to Ludwiten. If she insists on going, at least send me along! It's not as if you're unaware of how messy their business circle can be. This isn't Janovin we're talking about!"Harry's voice rang loud and clear as he slammed his palm on the CEO's desk, a bold move no one else at Grand Construction Corp would dare attempt. The employees outside exchanged curious glances, whispering among themselves. What could have dragged Harry back from his vacation in such a state?Harry was worried. "We have plenty of employees. How could you let a lady like her go over there by herself? What if she gets harassed? At least here, our influence can protect her. People would think twice once they know who she is. Stop sipping that coffee and answer me already!"Tavian Montague, the vice-CEO, sighed and powered off his computer. He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Harry, calm down. Do you really think Aria got this far on luck? Don't let her lo
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