My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 217 - 211: I Guarantee You’ll Have a Guardian’s Strength

Chapter 217: Chapter 211: I Guarantee You’ll Have a Guardian’s Strength

When Alvin Morgan woke again, he glanced to the side. The person was long gone, and the bucket was empty.

"Aurora..."

He immediately sat up from the bamboo couch, but a sharp pain shot through his right arm.

"Don’t move. If the needles shift, your arm will be crippled," Ronan Warner said coolly, glancing at the silver needles in Alvin’s arm.

"Where did Aurora go?"

"That girl went to the mountain stream."

Alvin Morgan’s brows furrowed slightly. "Where is that?"

He had heard Master Aerion mention the mountain stream twice yesterday.

"The Radiant Void Sect’s place for quiet cultivation." Ronan Warner walked over, pulled out a crooked needle from his arm, and said flatly, "Kid from the Morgan family, for your grandmother’s sake, I’ll give you a piece of advice: you and that girl aren’t a good match. Give up now."

Alvin Morgan paused, then the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile. "Why aren’t we a good match?"

"You should have guessed. Her status is special, and Master Aerion has high expectations for her. Therefore, she can’t have any weaknesses."

Alvin Morgan watched him for a moment, his smile widening. "I’m not weak at all."

Ronan Warner scoffed and shook his head.

Suddenly—

His fingers curled into a claw and clamped around Alvin’s throat. "Kid, if I squeeze just a little harder, you’re dead. The Martial World is far more complicated than you think."

Alvin Morgan’s eyes narrowed as he said coolly, "Is that so?"

Ronan Warner froze. He looked down and saw that a small gun had appeared in Alvin Morgan’s hand at some point, pressed against his abdomen.

"That thing might not be accurate."

Ronan Warner slowly released his hand, pulled out the remaining silver needles from Alvin’s arm, and tossed them into a nearby basin.

Alvin Morgan put away the gun and slowly stood up. "The bullets in this are made of a special metal. They’re three times faster than normal bullets. At this range, you can’t dodge."

Ronan Warner walked to the table and poured himself a cup of cold tea. "If that’s how it is, then do as you please..."

"That day will never come."

Ronan Warner froze, looking up at him.

"The day I become her weakness." Alvin Morgan glanced back at him and strode out.

Ronan Warner held the teacup for a long time before finally setting it down, letting out a low laugh.

’The Morgans really don’t fear death!’

***

A turbulent waterfall cascaded down from the mountain peak.

A figure sat cross-legged peacefully beneath the waterfall, letting the full force of the water crash down upon them.

Amidst strands of jet-black hair, a stunningly beautiful face was so pale it was bloodless.

"Aurora—"

Alvin Morgan’s voice traveled from far to near. The person under the waterfall shuddered, and the layer of white vapor that had enveloped them instantly dissipated.

"Your state of mind is in turmoil..." Master Aerion’s voice suddenly entered Aurora Sinclair’s ears.

Her eyelashes trembled. She pursed her lips, wanting to continue her meditation.

"Get up. Continuing to train will only be counterproductive. Come back tomorrow—"

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes snapped open, her gaze several shades colder than usual. The water crashing down on her seemed to hit some invisible barrier, splashing upward.

To Alvin Morgan’s astonishment, a figure shot up against the current from beneath the waterfall, leaping effortlessly to land steadily before him.

"Morgan, you were looking for me?" Her voice was cold, as if devoid of emotion.

"You were under the waterfall just now?" Alvin Morgan quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her, anger toward Master Aerion flaring in his eyes.

Aurora Sinclair nodded. "I was training."

His heart aching, Alvin Morgan took her hand and immediately brought it to his lips, breathing on it to warm it up.

Her hand was as frigid as ice, a chill that cut to the bone.

Her body temperature was already lower than a normal person’s; right now, she was like a human icebox, radiating cold from the inside out.

Aurora Sinclair, feeling a little shy, tried to pull her hand away, but he only gripped the back of it more tightly.

"Don’t move..."

Alvin Morgan’s brow furrowed. Although the wounds on Aurora Sinclair’s hands had already scabbed over, they were now red and swollen from soaking in the cold water.

"We need to put some medicine on this when we get back."

Aurora Sinclair nodded, her cheeks faintly blushing.

His large hands enveloped her small ones, and the searing warmth traveled from the back of her hand straight to her heart.

"Is your arm better?"

"It’s fine."

Just as he spoke, a cough made Aurora Sinclair quickly snatch her hand back. She took a step back, guiltily lowering her head.

’Master got back so fast.’

Alvin Morgan’s gaze darkened as he turned to look.

He saw Master Aerion approaching at a leisurely pace, a towel in hand.

He draped the towel over Aurora Sinclair’s head, his gaze turning unfriendly as he looked at Alvin Morgan.

’In the time it took to grab a towel, this kid took advantage of the opening. All sweet talk and false kindness. No wonder my foolish disciple is falling for him.’

"Young Lord Morgan, your constitution is weak. Don’t let the cold air affect you."

Alvin Morgan pressed his lips together and said flatly, "I’m not that delicate."

"Let’s talk after you’ve trained to the level of a Samurai."

"..."

***

「Elsewhere.」

Panic had been brewing recently in the Lowell Family’s ancestral home.

Ever since Aurora Sinclair had caused a scene, a number of Low Rank cultivators within the residence had successively gone missing.

Although they were all orphans, the large number of disappearances had already attracted the attention of the other disciples.

Third Master Lowell was at his wit’s end.

Gossip swirled within the compound; everyone was saying the eldest young miss had returned for revenge.

Only the few Grandmasters of the Lowell Family knew what had happened in the meeting hall that day, but many disciples had seen Indie Lowell, covered in blood, being carried out of the ancestral home.

Although Third Master Lowell had put out the word that the missing people were sent on secret missions, it wasn’t enough to quell the rumors.

In a hidden room within the Lowell Family estate, Marshall Lowell stared with a grim expression at the masked man on the couch.

This man had suddenly appeared before his bed two days ago, demanding to recuperate within the Lowell Family estate. In return, he promised to give him the power of a Guardian.

Although he was heavily injured, he had still managed to avoid everyone in the Lowell Family and find Marshall’s room with precision, a testament to the depths of his power.

Marshall had naturally been tempted, but he never expected the man’s method of recuperation was to absorb the "Power" from the bodies of Low Rank cultivators. Every Martial Artist he absorbed would lose all their Vitality.

Destroying another’s cultivation for one’s own use was a major taboo in the Martial World, a practice disdained by the righteous sects, yet this man did it in front of him without any guilt.

’Is he really not afraid I’ll expose him?’

"When will you be recovered? The Lowell Family is already in a state of panic."

Marshall Lowell watched the Lowell Family disciple in front of the masked man lose all Vitality, and his heart ached.

’These are the Lowell Family’s elite. Losing even one is like carving a piece of flesh from the family.’

"What’s the rush? That disciple of Sunstone’s is far more skilled than you. Even if her master is gone, she’ll become the new Guardian of Veridia. Your current strength is far too lacking."

Marshall Lowell could only suppress his impatience. Their Lowell Family had been suppressed by Sunstone for far too long.

Especially this time, with Aurora Sinclair showing up at their door, it was a vicious slap to the Lowell Family’s face.

"How many more do you need?"

"Two."

"When do we begin?"

"In three days. I guarantee I’ll give you the power of a Guardian." A smile played on the masked man’s lips.

***

Atop the Kaelan Mountains, Master Aerion gazed at a certain Life Star. After a quick calculation with his fingers, he murmured to himself, "There’s not much time left..."

He immediately sat down cross-legged, spun the Compass before him, and slapped his "Power" into it.

The needle spun rapidly. Suddenly, the Compass shattered down the middle, and the needle flew out, landing in the snow.

Master Aerion was shocked. He used Stealing Step to rush over, only to find that this time, the needle wasn’t pointing toward Kingsford, but toward his own front door.

"Could it really be him...?"

Master Aerion’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally let out a long, low sigh.

He fell backward, lying face-up on the soft snow, and gazed at the vast chessboard of stars in the sky. Suddenly, he began to laugh.

After the Fire Planet guards the star, the King’s Star is destined to reignite. But now, beside the dimming King’s Star, two new stars were struggling to burn brightly.

’Now we’ll see who lives and who dies.’