Seraphina Ashworth settled Mr.
Ashworth in the house within the space, then immediately began refining the elixir.
“Trudy, go get me the ingredients for the Feather Spirit Pill.”
“I’ll go right away.”
Seraphina Ashworth placed the required ingredients for the Feather Spirit Pill into the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron according to the recipe.
Once everything was ready, she said, “Trudy, fire.”
The words had barely left her mouth when a scorching, reddish-purple flame shot out from Trudy’s mouth, enveloping the entire Pill Furnace.
An hour later, Seraphina Ashworth gradually withdrew her power.
Inside the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, a single blood-red elixir lay steadily in the Pill Furnace, glowing with a rich, crimson light.
“Great, it’s a success.” Seraphina Ashworth’s eyes flashed with excitement as she reached out, took the elixir, and walked toward the room.
Seraphina Ashworth fed the elixir to Mr.
Ashworth.
It dissolved the moment it entered his mouth.
Color gradually returned to Mr.
Ashworth’s face, and the black line on his palm began to fade away.
“That’s wonderful, Miss!
The black line on his palm is gone,” Nina Ashworth exclaimed happily, watching Mr.
Ashworth’s transformation from the side.
“Yes, the Feather Spirit Pill has completely neutralized the Soul-devouring Poison in Grandpa’s body.
And this turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
He broke through the bottleneck that had him stuck at the Martial King realm and is now a Junior Martial Venerate.”
Seraphina Ashworth stepped forward to take Mr.
Ashworth’s pulse and confirmed that her grandfather had indeed broken through to the Junior Martial Venerate realm.
He should wake up in less than half an hour.
“Let’s leave the space for now.
The family must be getting anxious.”
“Nina, go tell everyone to come in.” Seraphina Ashworth rubbed her temples and sat on the edge of Mr.
Ashworth’s bed to rest for a moment.
Refining the elixir had been mentally exhausting.
As soon as Nina Ashworth opened the door, she found the entire Ashworth Family waiting outside.
“Miss said you can come in now.”
Hearing that they could enter, the Ashworth Family immediately surged forward.
Miss Ashworth hurried to the bedside and asked nervously, “Seraphina, your grandfather is alright, isn’t he?”
“He’s fine.
Grandpa should be waking up soon.
Don’t worry, Grandma.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing from Seraphina Ashworth that Mr.
Ashworth was fine.
“That’s good, thank Heaven.” Miss Ashworth finally relaxed, pressing her palms together and murmuring repeatedly.
Mr.
Ashworth frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
“Dad…”
“Old man…”
“Grandpa…”
The moment Mr.
Ashworth opened his eyes, he found everyone gathered around his bed.
He suddenly remembered being attacked on the way to a meeting, then taking a blow for his son before losing consciousness.
Mr.
Ashworth slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, “Is Zachary okay?”
“Dad, I’m fine.” Hearing his father’s first concern was for his safety—that even in the face of danger, he was still treated like a child to be protected—Zachary Ashworth felt his eyes sting.
“Dad, what exactly happened?
How did you and Eldest Brother get attacked on the road?” Chester Ashworth asked in a low voice.
‘Dad and Eldest Brother were only going to the meeting because they were notified at the last minute.
How could they be ambushed so conveniently?
Someone must be pulling the strings from behind the scenes.’
Mr.
Ashworth’s eyes were as deep as still water.
“I’m not sure about the details myself,” he said.
“There were ninjas from Country R among our attackers.”
“As soon as Dad was hurt, I had people look into it.
The surveillance footage from that entire stretch of road was wiped clean.
We only found a few clues, but this incident is undoubtedly connected to the Winters Family and the Montague Family.” Paul Ashworth’s chilly brow furrowed, and a ruthless glint flashed in his deep eyes.
Hearing this, Zachary Ashworth and Chester Ashworth exchanged a look, their expressions growing even more solemn.
Seraphina Ashworth’s gaze darkened, and the aura around her shifted palpably.
Mr.
Ashworth’s expression was stern, his tone firm.
“We don’t need to be afraid of whatever schemes the Winters and Montague families are cooking up.
But if they dare to collude with other countries to meddle in Veridia’s affairs, that is unforgivable.
Veridia will not tolerate any foreign aggression.
Those who trespass against Veridia shall be put to death.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Grandpa, although the Winters Family was involved, there must be someone behind the scenes directing all of this.
The Soul-devouring Poison you were afflicted with must have come from that mastermind,” Seraphina Ashworth said, a profound light flashing in her dark eyes.
“Let’s not alert the enemy for now.
We need to pull the weeds out by the roots.
Let the Winters and Montague families keep jumping around for a while.
I will personally avenge this.
I want to make the Winters and Montague families fall from the highest peak, so hard that they can never get up again.” Her words were cold and resonant.
‘The Winters Family, the Montague Family, and the person behind it all…
she wouldn’t let a single one of them go.’
A dragon has a reverse scale; touch it and you die.
In this life, she would make anyone who dared to target her family wish they were dead.
“We’ll do as Seraphina says.
No one is to make a move for now.” Mr.
Ashworth also felt his granddaughter had a point.
Since they hadn’t identified the mastermind yet, it was best not to alert them.
Besides, he believed his granddaughter was no ordinary person.
One day, like a phoenix reborn, she would soar through the heavens.
Hearing Seraphina Ashworth’s cold words, the Ashworth Family found themselves believing in her for no particular reason.
“By the way, Grandpa, have you noticed that you’ve broken through your bottleneck?
You’re a Junior Martial Venerate now,” Seraphina Ashworth said with a faint smile, raising an eyebrow.
“No wonder.
I feel like my Inner Strength is incredibly abundant, and my spiritual power is at its peak.” At his granddaughter’s reminder, it finally dawned on him.
No wonder he felt something was off.
“Speaking of which, Dad really got a blessing in disguise this time.
If the Winters and Montague families found out that not only is Dad fine, but he’s also become a Junior Martial Venerate, they’d probably pass out from anger,” Chester Ashworth said with a roguish grin.
“Patriarch Winters, what is the meaning of this?
I sent so many of my men to help you, and you still managed to fail!
You’re more of a hindrance than a help!” an exasperated man’s voice shouted through the phone.
Cecil Winters listened with a grim expression, but his words were placating.
“Mr.
Summers, we didn’t expect Warren Ashworth to have a Shadow Guard with him.
It was our mistake.
It certainly won’t happen again, you can rest assured.”
“Hmph.
If there’s a next time, our partnership is over.
And you can pass that message along to Patriarch Montague as well.
I hope a situation like this doesn’t happen again.
That’s all.” The line went dead with a CLICK.
Cecil Winters put down the phone.
With a loud CRASH, he swept everything off his desk onto the floor.
‘One day, I’ll have all of you groveling at my feet.’ A vicious light glinted in his eyes.