All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 931 - Chapter 940

Elon returned to the Golding family estate in Blumedale, far ahead of Michael and Kenny. He had taken a helicopter directly, desperate to save his own life. As soon as he burst through the door, he shouted frantically, "Golden juice! Get me the golden juice, now!" His wife, Sherilyn, looked at him in confusion. She asked, "Honey, why are you back so early? Where are Dad and Michael?" Elon snapped at her, his tone sharp and impatient. "Are you deaf? I told you to get me the golden juice! Your dad and that cursed brother of yours, Michael, didn't come back with me!" His face was dark with anger and fear. Sherilyn was clearly puzzled. "What's golden juice? I don't even know what that is. How am I supposed to get it for you?" Elon's expression turned even darker. He threatened, "If you don't know what it is, you can just ask the doctor! I'm telling you, I was forced to take a Bone-Rotting Elixir because of Michael. If something happens to me, your whole family is going to pa

"Ugh, Elon! It was bad enough that you ate it yourself, but you dragged me into this too? Are you out of your mind?" Sherilyn's screech echoed through the entire Golding family estate, sharp enough to make ears ring. Kaden was not far behind in reaction, though he fared slightly better—mostly because he had kept his face covered. Elon clutched his stomach with a dead look in his eyes like his soul was halfway out of his body. He had never eaten feces before, and now that he had, it was worse than anything he could have imagined. Before drinking it, he tried to comfort himself with all kinds of thoughts and rationalizations. He remembered hearing a so-called expert once claim that while feces smelled awful, it did not actually taste that bad. In fact, the guy claimed it had a surprisingly unique flavor. That ridiculous idea was the only thing that gave Elon the courage to gulp down the golden broth in one go. Yet, the miserable truth hit hard—feces did not just smell horrible, i

Meanwhile, in Jayrodale. Andrew had no idea that Elon had actually gone and seriously drank the golden juice. Bone-Rotting Elixir was a deadly poison, sure—but Andrew did not carry that kind of thing around. At the time, he had just bluffed and slipped Elon a random pill to scare him. What he did not expect was that Elon would really eat crap. Early that morning, his phone buzzed with a call from Aspen, who rang in from Blumedale with a voice full of shock. "Andrew, you're unbelievable! Did you seriously kill Michael?" Andrew calmly munched on his breakfast and replied, "You already know the answer to that. So what's the point of asking me?" Aspen paused for a beat, then snapped, "Do you realize Kenny and the entire Golding family are absolutely losing it right now? Kenny's in the middle of Michael's funeral, and he swore you'll crawl to Michael's grave and kneel until your knees bleed!" Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Well, that wish is probably gonna stay a wish. Because i

Andrew said, "But you'd better drop that thought… because the consequences will be brutal." Reuben froze for a second—then burst into loud, mocking laughter. "You've got some nerve, kid! Really putting on a show, huh? You clearly didn't hear Phantom Eye the first time. I'm a guest elder of the Golding family in Blumedale, a semi-martial king! And you're threatening me?" To Reuben, Andrew was just some punk—someone he could crush with one hand if he wanted. He did not take him seriously in the slightest. Phantom Eye chimed in from the side, "Reuben, if this kid's acting this cocky, it probably means that crazy woman is still nearby. You might wanna hold off, or this could get ugly fast." Reuben snorted. "Even if she is, I'm not scared of her. As long as I grab this kid, I don't believe she'd dare make a move." The words had barely left his mouth before he lunged forward, charging straight at Andrew. A wicked grin spread across his face. "You walked right into this. Don't bla

Andrew casually opened the cell door. As the loud thud echoed, Phantom Eye dropped to his knees without hesitation. "Mr. Lloyd! I will follow your command—anytime, anywhere!" he said, bowing and knocking his head against the ground with utmost submission. Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Funny… I remember you saying something about snapping my neck once your wounds healed, right?" Phantom Eye broke into a cold sweat. "No, no, no! I swear—I'd never dare say anything like that! Total misunderstanding!" Andrew replied coolly, "Relax. You're not even worth arguing with. You're free now. Come on out." Phantom Eye stood up in disbelief. "Mr. Lloyd, are you really letting me return to Blumedale?" Andrew looked at him like he was slow. "Which ear of yours heard me say you could leave?" Phantom Eye's face instantly fell. "But… you said I was free?" Andrew shrugged. "Yeah, I said you were free. I never said you could leave Jayrodale. That's not my problem if you misunderstood." Ph