MasukOutside Dash Corporation building, a luxury sedan sat parked at the curb.The driver saw Gilbert stumble out, clutching his broken wrist, his face pale with agony. He quickly got out of the vehicle. "Mr. Chandler, what happened to you?""Shut the hell up!" Gilbert shouted. "Don't ask stupid questions. Just get me to a hospital. It hurts like hell." He kicked the driver and climbed into the back seat.The driver didn't dare say another word. He started the engine and sped toward the nearest hospital.Gilbert winced and grimaced from the pain. He stared at his broken wrist while rage bubbled inside him. He pulled out his phone and fumbled with his working fingers to dial a number.The call was quickly answered, and a calm but slightly annoyed male voice came from the other end."Gil? What is it? I'm in a meeting.""Frederick, someone hit me. My… My wrist is broken," Gilbert cried, his voice cracked with pain and rage."What?" His elder brother, Frederick Chandler, raised his
Dustin had declared himself Natasha's husband, and Gilbert noticed that she didn't contradict him. She gazed at Dustin with a softness he had never witnessed before. Rage surged through him, making his entire body tremble."You fucking want to die?" Gilbert roared and swung his fist, all pretense of civility abandoned."Don't you dare!" she snapped, her expression turning icy."Natasha, what's so great about this little boy toy? How am I any worse than him? I've been nothing but devoted to you," Gilbert said, his expression turning sour."Cut the crap and get out," she said impatiently."You…" Gilbert choked on his words, then redirected his fury toward Dustin. "You got the guts to fight me one-on-one? Or are you just going to hide behind a woman like a coward?""One-on-one?" Dustin's lips curved into a faint smile. He found this amusing."What's wrong? Scared?" Gilbert sneered. "If you don't have the balls to fight, then get on your knees and apologize. Admit you're a coward, a
Natasha stood frozen, staring at Dustin with her lips slightly parted. She looked like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Tears blurred her vision almost instantly."Is it you, Dear?" she asked, her voice shaking with disbelief."I'm home, Natasha." He smiled and opened his arms. Before he could blink, she was already rushing toward him.Natasha threw herself into Dustin's embrace without hesitation. Her arms locked around his waist like she was trying to merge their bodies into one."You jerk! So you do remember the way home."Without his cultivation, the impact nearly knocked him off his feet. Fortunately, his footwork training allowed him to steady himself, though just barely. He couldn't help thinking about how weak he had become after becoming a mortal.He wrapped his arms tightly around her, feeling her tremble and sob in his embrace. Guilt and affection washed over him."I'm sorry for making you worry about me," he whispered.Natasha buried her face in his chest
After leaving the West Lucozian castle, Dustin returned to Oakvale.The trip to Elysium Isle hadn't been for nothing. Cyran and Terraen had passed on their lifetime of cultivation, life essence, and their soul flames. Dustin had also inherited fragments of Cyran's memories. It turned out that beyond the martial arts, immortal cultivators also existed in this world. But people like them were so withdrawn from the mortal world that most people would never meet one in their lifetime.Malthor from Elysium Isle was an immortal cultivator. However, he had strayed onto the wrong path and was essentially called a demonic cultivator.When martial artists spoke of reaching the terrestrial immortal realm, immortal cultivators called it peak core formation.Dustin had already reached that level. He was just one step away from breaking through to form his nascent soul. The process wasn't exactly difficult, but it wasn't simple either.He could already sense that the threshold to nascent soul
The meditation chamber at Echowave Hall was unlike the strict, oppressive atmosphere of the castle. It was usually quiet and serene. But now, the master bedroom reeked of medicinal herbs and a heavy, somber atmosphere.Rufus, who once commanded fear across the land, now lay frail and wasted on the bed. Gray strands of hair clung to his forehead. His face was a dull, sickly gray, and his eyes were sunken deep. Each shallow breath made it feel like the spark of his life could vanish at any moment.Eloise sat at the bedside, carefully wiping his withered hands with a warm towel. Her eyes were puffy and red, with streaks of tears still fresh on her cheeks.Several gray-haired royal physicians stood nearby, shaking their heads and sighing in helpless resignation. Rufus' condition had worsened beyond saving, and no medicine could pull him back from the brink."Father! Mother!" Austin barged into the room without bothering with the dust on his clothes or any formalities."Austin? What
The hustle and bustle of Oakvale faded behind them.Dustin didn't leave immediately. On a night when the moon hung clear and bright, he appeared without warning in the courtyard of Grace's private residence outside the palace. A few dishes sat on the stone table beside a bottle of wine.Dressing in a simple, elegant casual dress, she sat alone and drank under the moonlight. When she saw him, she didn't seem surprised. Instead, she smiled and gestured to the stone bench across from her, as if she'd known he'd come to say goodbye."Leaving already?" she asked casually, filling a glass for him. Dustin sat and took the glass, letting the smooth warmth of it settle in his hand, and nodded. "Yes. My business here is done," he replied.Grace raised her glass and spoke earnestly. "I truly owe you my thanks. Without you, I wouldn't have even made it to Elysium Isle, let alone obtained the immortal essence tablet to save my father."He clinked his glass lightly against hers, the crisp r







