Legendary Battle Pet-Chapter 167 - Ritual

The two brothers seemed to be in entirely different leagues. However, this was merely the perspective of outsiders. Jiman Shah, at the center of the family power struggle, understood that his second brother was not as devoid of competitive edge as others perceived.

If Iskandar Shah were truly without potential, the family head would have already designated a successor.

Yet, over the years, no matter how well Jiman Shah performed, how much he contributed to the family, or how brilliant he appeared before others, the family head his father, Rahman Shah remained silent about succession.

As a young master of a large family, Jiman Shah had witnessed countless life and death power struggles from an early age. One could say that Iskandar Shah was like a fishbone stuck in Jiman Shah's throat, causing him much discomfort.

How he longed to remove that fishbone! However, Iskandar Shah was also protected by skilled guards, making it no easy task to deal with him covertly...

"Third Young Master, actually, Iskandar Shah's unusual behavior today might not necessarily be a bad thing," the loyal servant suggested in a low voice, glancing at Jiman Shah.

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"Oh?"

Jiman Shah looked up at the servant, slightly puzzled.

"Think about it, young master. Regardless of why Iskandar Shah suddenly left the estate today, remember that his health is poor. He struggles to breathe even when sitting in a chair, let alone exerting himself like this. It's possible he might not survive this ordeal, which would be a significant boon for you..."

The servant analyzed. Hearing this, Jiman Shah's eyes lit up. The servant was right; Iskandar Shah's health was indeed a significant liability. If he were to lose his life because of this, it would indeed be a stroke of luck for Jiman Shah.

"Cough, Uncle Wan, I understand your point. I will never forget your loyalty to me. What you need to do now is to use your connections to closely monitor whether Iskandar Shah's health deteriorates."

Jiman Shah instructed.

"Should we have someone follow him to see where he's going?" Uncle Wan asked.

"No need. Doesn't he visit the doctor every day? We can find out through the doctor."

"Understood, I'll get on it."

With a slight bow, the loyal servant Uncle Wan took his leave. Jiman Shah remained alone in the room.

"Hehe, Iskandar Shah, if you're bent on self destruction, not even the heavens can save you, hahaha!"

Jiman Shah chuckled softly to himself. Kangshui Street is known as the hub for funeral supply shops within the Minghua Base. Iskandar Shah made his way there, dragging his frail body along. To keep the ritual preparations a secret, he didn't bring anyone with him.

"Cough, cough..."

Amidst constant coughing, he purchased a full set of ritual supplies from a funeral shop. His health was truly poor. Even carrying just 1.1 kg or 2.2 pounds of ritual supplies severely drained his energy. By the time he returned home, he was on the verge of collapsing.

"Second Young Master, do you need assistance?"

Throughout the Shah family mansion, the servants he encountered looked at the seemingly fragile Iskandar Shah with concern, worried he might topple over at any moment. Ethen's lifelong nemesis has now made his appearance...

"No, no need, cough, cough..."

Iskandar insisted on refusing everyone's help. He made his way back to his room, supporting himself with the railing all the way.

"Third Young Master, someone just saw Iskandar returning with a shopping bag from a funeral supply shop. The bag had the shop's name and contact information printed on it," Uncle Wan reported to Third Young Master Jiman.

"A funeral supply shop?"

Upon hearing this, Jiman was first delighted, then burst into laughter.

"It seems my second brother does have some self awareness. He's preparing for his own end. Uncle Wan, when I become the heir, I'll make sure you get a cushy position."

"Thank you, Young Master, for your support. I will do my utmost," Uncle Wan replied, also overjoyed, bowing quickly in gratitude.

Neither the master nor the servant could have imagined that the second young master of the Shah family was not buying funeral clothes for himself, but preparing for a ritual.

A groundbreaking ritual. The reason he went to the funeral supply shop was because it offered the most diverse selection of mysterious items.

Iskandar locked his door from the inside and began taking out the mini altar, blood, candles, and other mysterious items from the plastic bag.

He then started setting up the altar. Setting up the altar was a complex task, and after just about 10 minutes, Iskandar felt utterly exhausted. He took some medicine and rested for a moment before continuing.

Following the guidance of the peerless beauty from his dream, after eight hours of effort, he finally completed the altar setup. After finishing the setup, due to extreme exhaustion, Iskandar coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

At this point, his face was deathly pale, and he seemed on the verge of death. But in his eyes, there was a glint of fervent determination.

Despite being a privileged young master of a prominent family, Iskandar, who had been sickly since childhood, was not respected even by the servants behind his back.

Although he never spoke of it, Iskandar was well aware of the different treatment and whispers he received from others.

He knew that everyone looked down on him because he was an invalid, someone who might die at any moment. Due to his special health condition, he never received any affection from the opposite sex.

His parents had arranged for several young women to meet him for potential matches, but all of them rejected Iskandar. His health was simply too poor...

One could say that last night's dream was the first time he felt so admired by someone of the opposite sex, and it greatly inspired him. He believed the dream was real, and that he was destined to meet the peerless beauty from his dream.

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