Novel & Cerita Noblesse Tao

I’ve never wanted that anyway, I just want to be with Tai. Evolet looks grim as her eyes drop to the hands that fiddle with Tai’s contraption. "If you were his Noble, you would have killed him too." I let that hang in the air for a moment. For a moment, something softens within me, and I can’t bring myself to remember why I hate Evolet. Her dark brows knit together as her mind wanders to dark memories. One’s that even though Kailor is gone, it’s obvious it still haunts her. For her, being a Noble would have been expected by her high ranking family...

In that case, the cultivation technique brought from the realm should probably be really powerful, wasn’t it? After a moment, Nolan forcibly took out a tortoiseshell from his cardiac acupoint. Although ancient, dilapidated, and palm-sized, nobody could stand the sight of it. It seemed that one would be branded a traitor and receive Heaven’s judgment as they would go against heavenly law after taking a glance.

He straightened, voice rising now—carving through the chamber like a ritual blade. “That delusion will fade.” A murmur swept through the court like smoke across embers. Some nobles licked their lips. Others watched in silence, knuckles white around their armrests. One ancient nobleman lifted a jeweled dagger and cut a slow, reverent line across his palm—blood trailing like a ribbon across fine silk robes. Caelum didn’t know the meaning. But the court did. It was tribute. It was acknowledgment. It was… appetite. “Look up.”

Clang! Hearing the shrill ringing in the air, Ches was left dumbfounded as he stared at the faint golden light on Caleb's neck. Like densely laden fish scales, the golden light enveloped Caleb's neck, keeping him impervious. Frustrated, Ches bellowed, "Y-You have a Noble-grade armor too?! Impossible! Your clan has no right!" "Hah!" Caleb sneered in cool disdain. "Return the bloodline you stole from me already!"

The accompanying clatter of the hot iron as it hit the kitchen floor a moment later has haunted me all day. "There's going to be a Noble joining us for this dinner here that you haven't met before." I turn, looking toward Oliver. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching me swirl my swollen, red hand around the ice water. "Who?" I mumble mindlessly. "Kastriv." I shudder. Just what I need. Another Noble. Noble's used to frighten me. Unprecedented power flows through their veins, magic unrivalled by anyone else in this Territory. I've met a few now due to my husband's political position, and most have been kind and gentle. Nothing to be afraid of.

“This is unbelievable,” the commentator muttered, his emotions one with the spectating crowd. It was a common rule that when one became a Noble, they began to trim down their skills and keep only what they regarded as relevant to both their survival and advancement to godhood. Some Breaths were entirely abandoned while others were merged to produce even more powerful skills. Soon, those Breaths became Glows and those Glows became the very foundation for that Noble’s rise to ascension. After all, one’s domain was dependent upon the glows that one had mastery over.

Not only that, but the Great Tao doted on her, and her whole body was covered with ice and snow the Great Tao patterns. However, the chains that sealed her were extremely extraordinary. They weakened the power of the Great Tao to the extreme, and less than one-tenth of the strength was left. "Who are you? Are you sent by the traitor to torture me?" The noble woman looked up at Caspian and asked. "Traitor?" Caspian did not know who the traitor was. "Eh? No, you are neither a member of the Lich Tribe nor a devil cultivator... Are you a Human Tribe cultivator?" The noble woman was extremely surprised.