Chapter 151: All parties pay attention to the ancestor
Under Grandmaster Severus’s decree, Noah and the De Molinos Clan elder were swiftly
brought before Arius.
The moment the De Molinos Clan elder caught sight of Arius, his expression turned emotional
and reverent.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Noah’s hand and bowed respectfully.
“Greetings, Ancestor!”
Ever since Albigensians Sect defected to the demonic path, this De Molinos Clan elder had
been secretly planning to escape with Noah.
Unfortunately, he had never found the right opportunity.
He had never expected that, at this very moment, his ancestor would appear in Albigensians
Sect.
Even more shocking, the high-ranking elders of Albigensians Sect all seemed to be terrified of
their De Molinos Clan’s old ancestor.
Could it be that, in just under a year, the De Molinos Clan’s power had skyrocketed once again?
“Come. It’s time to return home.”
Arius’s aged voice echoed through the air.
The De Molinos Clan elder, still lost in his turbulent thoughts, finally regained his composure.
No matter what, leaving Albigensians Sect was the best possible outcome!
Meanwhile, the four-year-old Noah looked utterly confused.
Ever since entering Albigensians Sect, he had been granted access to basic cultivation
resources and low-level techniques.
Thanks to his True Spiritual Root, even though he had only practiced basic breathing
techniques, his cultivation had already broken through to the Early Stage of Skin Tempering!
True Spiritual Roots were not considered top-tier, but they were far from weak.
With dedicated training and adequate resources, breaking through to the Level 1 realm in the
future would not be difficult!
Once they returned to the De Molinos Clan, Arius planned to use the “Celestial Appraisal Mirror”
to enhance Noah’s talent in secret.
At the same time, Arius also planned to improve his own talent!
Now that he had secured half of Pyrenees Mountain County’s territory, along with the resources
provided by Grandmaster Severus, his first priority was to elevate his aptitude to the level of
“Heaven-Grade Spiritual Root.”
As for Noah, he would ensure that the boy’s talent was raised to Earth-Grade Spiritual Root.
There was no rush for Isabella—she was still too young to begin cultivation.
“Daoist friend, safe travels…”
As Arius’s figure disappeared into the distance, Grandmaster Severus maintained a warm and
courteous smile.
The three other Level 3 ancestors of Albigensians Sect, however, remained silent and
grim-faced.
Being humiliated to such an extent by a mere Level 1 cultivator was an unforgivable disgrace!
For years, they had stood high above others, revered and untouchable.
When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
However—
With Grandmaster Severus exerting his authority—and considering that they dared not provoke
the Alchemy Alliance—they had no choice but to suppress their fury in silence.
Only Grandmaster Severus saw the bigger picture.
Titles like “Ancestor” and “Sect Master” meant nothing—they were merely empty honors within a
small region like Pyrenees Mountain County.
Grandmaster Severus had once traveled beyond Aragon Kingdom, exploring the vast lands
beyond.
He had witnessed true power firsthand.
A Level 3 cultivator might reign supreme within Aragon Kingdom, but when viewed from the
broader perspective of Mist Province, they were neither weak nor strong—merely average.
Even in the Level 4 realm, one would still only be considered a third- or fourth-rate cultivator
within Mist Province.
The real powers that dictated the rise and fall of Mist Province were those in the Level 5
realm—Early Stage, Mid Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.
The elders and ancestors of the Albigensians Sect had simply spent too long trapped in a small
corner of the world, believing themselves to be untouchable.
In reality—
They were nothing but frogs at the bottom of a well.
Without stepping beyond Aragon Kingdom, they would forever remain blind to the vast sky
above.
With a faint sigh, Grandmaster Severus shook his head.
Ignoring the three Level 3 ancestors, he turned and hurried back toward the sect’s restricted
grounds, accompanied by the hollow-eyed man.
He had lost all interest in Albigensians Sect’s affairs.
As long as he could successfully break through to the Level 4 realm and seize Fred’s body, he
could establish a new Albigensians Sect anywhere in the world.
Had this been six months ago, Grandmaster Severus would never have been able to let go so
easily.
But now, his Creation Art was progressing faster than ever, and his cultivation had reached a
new level of enlightenment.
With this shift in perspective, his state of mind had begun to transform as well.
Before Arius, Noah, and the others even made it back to De Molinos Clan, news of Albigensians
Sect ceding half of Pyrenees Mountain County to De Molinos Clan had already spread like
wildfire.
In an instant, many powerful factions across the Aragon Kingdom turned their attention toward
De Molinos Clan.
Several major forces even descended upon Albigensians Sect, seeking explanations.
After all—the entire situation sounded utterly absurd.
Albigensians Sect, regardless of the circumstances, was still a dominant force in the Aragon
Kingdom, its heritage spanning thousands of years.
De Molinos Clan?
At best, it was a minor family, whose entire lineage could only be traced back a few hundred
years.
Even at its strongest, De Molinos Clan had never been more than a fraction of Albigensians
Sect’s power.
However—
Once the real reason behind the cession was revealed—that Arius was backed by an influential
figure from the Alchemy Alliance—the questioning factions immediately understood.
Forces across Aragon Kingdom, both great and small, began to reevaluate their stance toward
De Molinos Clan.
With a major figure from the Alchemy Alliance supporting them, De Molinos Clan’s position was
no longer the same.
Meanwhile, tensions within the Aragon Kingdom continued to rise.
At any moment, the kings of Aragon Kingdom could launch an all-out war against King Marrius!
Among them, the most powerful warlord, King Zachary, would never sit idly by while King
Marrius expanded his rule unchecked.
The other six princely lords were also unlikely to remain passive.
The territories and power they controlled were far too valuable for them to simply surrender.
Rumors had even begun circulating—
King Zachary had already reached out to the other six princes, proposing the formation of a
Seven Kings Alliance to launch a combined offensive against King Marrius.
However—
Within this so-called Seven Kings Alliance, King Aragay Pyrelis was nothing more than a name
on paper.
King Aragay Pyrelis himself had gone missing, and his sole surviving heir had succeeded him in
name only.
But that heir was merely at the Level 2 Early Stage—far too weak to hold any real power.
Moreover, King Aragay Pyrelis’s former territory and resources had already been seized or
absorbed by King Marrius, leaving his heir with nothing but an empty title.
As the chaos of war loomed, many major factions began searching for a way out.
Some sought refuge in other, more stable nations, just as De Molinos Clan had done before.
Others prepared to gamble everything, hoping to capitalize on the chaos.
For those who bet correctly, even drinking from the scraps of war could result in exponential
growth—turning a minor faction into a force dozens or even hundreds of times stronger.
Within a grand hall, shrouded in mist and echoing with faint music, dozens of Level 3 cultivators
and hundreds of Level 2 experts stood gathered.
These individuals were either high-ranking members of Mountain-Moving Sect or hidden elites
who rarely revealed themselves.
At this moment—they all stood respectfully, waiting.
The atmosphere within the hall was tense yet solemn.
Time ticked by slowly.
For two full hours, the gathered experts remained standing, unwavering in their devotion and
patience.
Then, suddenly—
A sharp voice pierced through the grand hall, carrying an air of authority.
“The Grand Ancestor has arrived!”
“Begin the kneeling ceremony!”
At those words, the entire assembly reacted immediately.
Not daring to show the slightest disrespect, the Mountain-Moving Sect elites dropped to their
knees, their foreheads pressing against the cold floor as they bowed in unison.
“Greetings, Grand Ancestor!”
“Greetings, Grand Ancestor!”
Their voices boomed like rolling thunder, their reverence absolute.
In the midst of their deafening chants, a figure slowly emerged.
A short-robed old man, his back laden with various tools used for breaking mountains, stepped
forward.
His small, beady eyes gleamed with intelligence, while a distinctive mustache curled above his
lips.
His head was slightly pointed, giving him an almost rodent-like appearance.
Every step he took seemed oddly comical, as though he were some giant rat that had cultivated
into a human form.