All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 2251 - Chapter 2260

Mikayla quickly lowered her head. "Madam Baxter, don't worry. I know the rules." Only then did Brielle leave with her attendants. Amari scratched his messy hair with an awkward chuckle. A short distance away, Brielle muttered, "Mikayla is calculating, her goals and desires far too obvious. Amari, don't go making trouble and dragging Andrew into it. Then again, why am I even meddling in their business? Maybe I just don't want to see that remarkable boy fall into a trap. Besides, there's still the Soul-Restoring Pill he promised me." Soon after, Mikayla and Caden exited Sovereign's Apothecary together. Caden, his eyes full of admiration, tried to sound casual as he asked, "Mikayla, are you free tomorrow? A few of us classmates recently advanced in our alchemy training, and we're planning a little gathering. Would you like to come?" Mikayla flashed a charming smile. "A gathering? That sounds nice. But unfortunately, I really do have important matters tomorrow, so I'll have to

The military had poured countless martial resources into Chetvine Plaza, and the place was unlike anywhere else. The instructors teaching combat skills alone were all seasoned veterans who had retired from the army. Holtrien's martial arts could be broadly divided into three schools. First were the ancient martial arts sects like Mistveil Peak, Silverthorn Monastery, and Mount Lourneau, all with centuries or even millennia of history behind them and built on deep foundations. Second came the royal families and noble houses, with their hidden depths and family traditions passed down generation after generation. Third was Holtrien's military department. Their martial arts mostly followed the hard-line approach, focusing purely on practical application. So soldiers were typically killers, not performers putting on fancy shows. For ordinary families or regular people wanting to learn martial arts without the capital to do so elsewhere, coming to Chetvine Plaza was the most cost-e

Andrew's gaze remained indifferent as he casually looked over. The one who had just spoken was a muscular young man wearing a beret and camouflage gear. Seeing Andrew look his way, he arrogantly raised his head with a domineering attitude. "That's right, I'm the one talking. My name's Brett, and I am from the Harding family. You got a problem with that?" Patting the muscles on his chest, this young man strode right up to Andrew. He was the self-proclaimed boss of the tenth floor of the Martial Tower. It was not only because he carried the Harding family name. He had also beaten nearly everyone else here with his fists. As a member of the Harding family, Brett's strength had always been a cut above others his age. He loved showing off and acting tough, constantly using random people as practice targets. Over time, he had become a notorious bully in the Martial Tower. However, with the Harding family bloodline and his formidable skills, nobody would accuse him of picking on the w

Over 100 martial arts disciples were beaten into running for cover with their heads in their hands. A few tough ones roared in resistance, but it was futile. Andrew took each one down with a single move, leaving them coughing up blood. "Enough! Who gave you the right to injure people here? If anyone here sustains internal injuries today, then you, the Lloyd family Dragon Prince, will pay a terrible price!" At that moment, a furious roar echoed down from upstairs. Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a group of people walked down. One man among them had a livid face, absolutely enraged. Andrew took one look and immediately smirked. "Well, if it isn't Kyrie! Impressive. Ten years later, and you've made Major General. Your martial arts have improved quite a bit too, reaching advanced level martial saint, though it looks a bit hollow. Clearly, you haven't held back on the strength-boosting pills!" Andrew's words made the man in the center's face shift from livid to ash gray. He wore

Luna's heart skipped a beat under Kyrie's furious questioning, but her face only grew colder. She looked at him with icy calm. "General Harding, everything I said falls within my duty. Whether I have history with the Dragon Prince or not has nothing to do with this. What matters is that as long as I am here, no one can strike him down at will." Kyrie exploded. "Fine! Then watch me kill him today. What will you do about it?" His uniform trembled as a wave of raw power burst from his body, his aura pressing heavily over the floor. Luna's eyes flashed a pale green as she, too, began to circulate her energy. "If you insist on this path, then forgive me, but I'll have to stand against you." Kyrie was exasperated. With the woman he craved standing before him, he could not fully tear off the mask as he still dreamed of one day sharing her bed. Yet before he could act further, Andrew's cold voice cut through their standoff. "Are the two of you done? General Phelan, if you want to