All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 2241 - Chapter 2250

Blanc stood with his head bowed, masking his emotions under the brim of his hat. Only the slightest hint of respect could be seen in his eyes. His tall frame was draped in a pure white robe that fluttered with the air in the room, giving him an aloof presence.Noir looked even more serious. His dark robe was embroidered with faint golden patterns, and the faint wrath around him disappeared when he got close to Landon. The iron chain in his hand swung lightly, striking the floor with a faint clink. The sound was unusually sharp in the quiet room, carrying an eerie chill. Aria gazed at Blanc and Noir and explained clearly, "I need to get into Netherrealm and check the Reincarnation Record."The instant the words left her lips, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Blanc hesitated, a flicker of doubt and disbelief passing through his eyes.Blanc slowly looked at Aria before lowering his gaze. He didn't dare look at her or Landon as he replied in a low and firm voice, "This isn't go

The scene inside the hall was far more overwhelming than Aria had imagined. The entire Reincarnation Hall had no beams or pillars to support it. Its dome soared dozens of feet high. It resembled an inverted starry sky, with countless threads of golden light spilling downward, shimmering like stars.A massive platform carved from centuries-old marble stood in the middle of the hall. Its smooth and milky-white surface was etched with endless tracks of reincarnation. Each line represented the past and present lives of a mortal. Every detail was perfectly outlined—from birth to death, from good to evil. This was the Reincarnation Record.It wasn't a book but the marble platform itself, formed from the laws of heaven and earth. The tracks upon it recorded every cycle of reincarnation.Countless golden bands of light floated above the marble platform, displaying images of the living—smiling children, peaceful elders, vicious spirits, and the joys and sorrows of humanity.The bands fl

Inside the Reincarnation Hall, the unholy energy seeped into Aria's dim spirit form and threaded its way toward her soul. Moments ago, she had finally felt the warmth of finding her six fellow apprentices. Yet, her hope was crushed by the fact that Thayne had not entered reincarnation. She leaned against Landon, her spirit trembling faintly. The faint glow flickered around her like a dying candle in the wind, ready to be swallowed at any moment by the dense gloom of the underworld.A thread of golden light slipped from Landon's palm and gently wrapped around her spirit, shielding it from the biting cold. The concern in his dark eyes was almost overflowing, but he said nothing. He simply stayed by her side, careful not to interrupt her thoughts.There were things he knew, things he understood, but he could not speak of them. Everything had to be uncovered by Aria herself, step by step. Meanwhile, Vexon stood nearby with his head lowered. When he saw Aria's dispirited form, he fu

Sylas had specially designed the Soul Lock Grove's layout for Nunzio. The day Nunzio met Sylas' expectations would also be the day he died.At that moment, Nunzio was completely absorbed in Sylas' treatment and utterly devoted to him. He had no idea that the man he served with absolute loyalty harbored such ruthless intentions. He took everything as a sign of favor.The pain in Nunzio's body gradually faded, replaced by a warm current flowing through him. Almost immediately, he began looking at Sylas with even deeper reverence. The dark glow at Sylas' fingertips slowly withdrew as he closed his eyes to rest. The chilling energy around him receded slightly, though it still deterred anyone from approaching. The chamber fell into a dead silence. Only the faint crackling of the eternal lamp and Nunzio's heavy breathing could be heard. The atmosphere itself was suffocating.Suddenly, hurried footsteps shattered the silence in the courtyard. They were chaotic and urgent, nothing like

Landon reached over to check the coffee on the table, then pressed a warm mug into Aria's hands. He said softly, "Drink something warm first." Sam trailed after him and flopped down on the chair beside Aria, curling his small frame into the cushions. He stayed quiet and behaved himself, only sneaking glances up at the elders and then over at Aria every so often. The courtyard went quiet for a beat. All they could hear was the wind moving through the locust tree, with steam rising off the coffee. Warren and Titus shared a look, and each one caught the same thought in the other's eyes. After all, both men had seen enough of life that they didn't need words. They sighed at the same time, heavy with that particular ache grandfathers carry for their grandchildren. Underneath it sat something softer and hopeful. Warren lowered himself back into his chair and picked up his cup, thumbing the rim while he figured out where to start. When he finally spoke, he looked at Aria and Landon wi