To ensure the Martial Arts Summit proceeds smoothly as planned, her master has entrusted the management of Rakshasa Palace to her. Now, Violet Snow is the Palace Master. If she can elevate Rakshasa Palace to stand equal with the Ghost Guild, she will finally be able to stand on the same level as the Ghostmaster. When that day comes...
As she thought of this, the curve of her lips widened, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.
On the high platform, two people were locked in a martial arts duel, but few paid attention. Even those whose eyes followed the fight seemed distracted, their minds elsewhere.
Liam Duanmu frowned deeply, his heart heavy with worry for the fate of the martial world. One treasure, like a stone thrown into a placid lake, had shattered even the illusion of peace.
In his view, although the Ghostmaster often acted with reckless abandon and sometimes cruel methods that were hard to accept, it was precisely because of him that a fragile balance between good and evil was maintained.
He could see that the Ghostmaster had no intention of dominating the martial world, which was why chaos had not erupted. But now, the righteous factions insisted on provoking him—could they truly bear the consequences?
With a sigh in his heart, Liam Duanmu, though Chief of the Martial Alliance, was powerless to stop the summit. The temptation of the treasure had driven everyone mad, and all he could do was try his best to keep things from spiraling out of control.
Suddenly, Violet Snow’s gaze sharpened. She rose and walked over with a smile, greeting, “Lotus Sect Master, I hope you’ve been well.”
Quentin Hua curled his lips in a lazy smile, replying, “I didn’t expect the moment I appeared, you’d notice me, Palace Master Violet Snow. You’re paying me so much attention—are you thinking of changing your affections?” His tone grew softer and more ambiguous with each word.
Quentin Hua teased Violet Snow, but as his gaze swept the crowd, he took in their every expression. A cold smile flickered in his heart—few could resist the lure of the treasure. Chaos was inevitable.
Violet Snow wasn’t angered. Her flawless smile remained as she said, “Lotus Sect Master, my master has entrusted me with these matters. Now that you’ve arrived, I hope you won’t ruin my plans.”
Quentin Hua glanced at her, his words edged with sarcasm: “Don’t worry. I have no idle interest in sabotaging your moment to shine.”
Violet Snow’s smile finally faded. She snorted coldly, “Let’s hope so.” With that, she ignored Quentin Hua and returned to her seat.
Few paid attention to their exchange—after all, Rakshasa Palace and the Lotus Sect were both considered part of the demonic faction. Right now, everyone’s focus was on the Ghostmaster and the Cloud Guildmaster.
Seeing that the two still hadn’t appeared, several righteous leaders exchanged anxious glances—though, secretly, they felt a sense of relief. None would openly admit it, but deep down, they feared the Ghostmaster, and now there was Fiona Yun, the Cloud Guildmaster. If those two truly joined forces, even the combined strength of the righteous path might not be enough to stop them.
But now, the arrow was nocked and could not be turned back. To claim the treasure, they’d have to remove these two obstacles first. Fortunately, the Ghost Guild and Cloud Guild seemed to be at odds, and with the Ghostmaster’s temperament, he would never cooperate with anyone he disliked.
Galen Gu was absent as well. Those present were no fools—they knew Galen Gu was leaving himself an escape route, hoping to profit from the chaos. Though the others were displeased, none wanted to antagonize Healer’s Sanctuary at this moment, lest they weaken their own side.
It had to be said, Galen Gu was truly patient—and clearly more cunning than the rest.
Liam Duanmu didn’t approve of their plan, so he kept silent. The others turned their attention to Quentin Drake, head of Grandmaster’s Estate, since he was the true leader of the righteous faction and his opinion carried weight.
Quentin Drake cared less about the treasure and more about eliminating the Ghost Guild, which he saw as utterly evil. Now, with Noah Duanmu taken away by the witch of the Cloud Guild, his anger burned even hotter. Even without certainty of victory, he was determined to fight these evil forces.
Yet Quentin Drake was patient. Years of observing the Ghostmaster had taught him that their intentions could never escape his notice. If it were anyone else, they might avoid the limelight, but the Ghostmaster was proud and reckless—he would walk straight into the tiger’s den, knowing the danger.
Shuyang Ye kept a tense face. Though tempted by the treasure, he hadn’t lost his reason. What angered him was Ethan Gu’s ingratitude—his daughter had set aside her pride to follow him, yet he showed no appreciation. It was infuriating!
Watching Yuna Ye pine away, unable to eat or sleep, Shuyang Ye’s heart ached for her.
Even if not for the treasure, Shuyang Ye was determined to teach the Ghost Guild a lesson. Otherwise, they’d really think the righteous path had no one left!
Yuna Ye had come along, knowing Ethan Gu would surely appear at such an event. She wanted to see him—and she worried her father might confront Ethan Gu because of her. She knew her father’s temper all too well.
She didn’t want to see either of them hurt, so she was determined to stop it.
Liam Liu sat with a frown. Kimberly Liu was by his side, but his mind was on Marjorie Wan. He knew Marjorie, as a Cloud Guild elder, was certainly capable, but he hadn’t expected her to be so fiery.
“Big Brother…” Kimberly Liu tugged at his sleeve, trying to draw him back from his thoughts.
Liam Liu glanced at her, hiding his impatience behind a calm face. He asked quietly, “What is it?” This wasn’t the kind of occasion Kimberly should attend—especially now that she was pregnant. But since she insisted, he let her come.
Kimberly Liu worried Liam Liu would meet Marjorie Wan—she could see he truly liked her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so distracted lately. At a time like this, how could she let them meet outside her sight?