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Chapter 246: The Secret Behind Voidspring Mountain
The Secret Behind Voidspring Mountain
When Wren Tyson told Smith everything about Julian, not only his medical genius but also how he had dealt with numerous martial artists in the Lockheart Martial Arts Arena, the atmosphere around the tea table subtly changed.
At first, Elder Smith listened with a polite smile.
However, as Wren continued describing one achievement after another, that smile gradually disappeared.
Several Voidspring Mountain disciples exchanged glances.
Even Cherry’s attention shifted toward Julian.
"He defeated multiple challengers consecutively."
"He possesses medical skills that even veteran masters praise."
"He cured problems many specialists couldn’t solve."
"And his martial talent is equally frightening."
Wren Tyson laughed as he spoke.
The more he talked about Julian, the brighter his expression became.
To be honest, he genuinely admired the young man.
Many talented youths were arrogant.
Many geniuses lacked character.
Yet Julian always remained courteous and composed.
Even after obtaining the Tyson Family’s inheritance manuals, he had remained humble.
Such temperament was rare.
Very rare.
Smith’s eyes gradually narrowed.
His spiritual perception quietly spread outward.
Invisible energy flowed through the air.
The disciples around him noticed nothing.
The Tyson Family members noticed nothing.
Only Julian slightly raised an eyebrow.
Someone was examining him.
Still, he remained calm.
Moments later, Smith’s expression changed.
Shock flashed across his face.
Then disbelief.
Then astonishment.
Because the result he sensed was completely different from what he expected.
This young man wasn’t merely talented.
His foundation was unbelievably solid.
Even Smith couldn’t immediately determine the limits of Julian’s strength.
The discovery startled him.
He finally looked directly at Julian before speaking.
"Young and already at the Silver Realm, indeed Valemont has many talents."
Several people nearby immediately showed surprised expressions.
Praise from Elder Smith carried considerable weight.
Julian smiled politely.
"Senior overpraises me."
His tone remained calm.
Neither humble nor arrogant.
A perfect balance.
Smith secretly nodded.
Talent.
Temperament.
Composure.
No wonder Wren Tyson valued him so highly.
Meanwhile, Cherry continued observing Julian from the side.
The strange voice she had heard earlier remained in her mind.
Even now, she occasionally glanced toward him.
The handsome young man sat there calmly drinking tea.
Everything appeared normal.
Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something extraordinary.
Smith soon shifted topics.
"Let’s go inside for some tea and rest."
Wren Tyson invited.
The group moved deeper into the reception hall.
Servants quickly brought fresh tea and snacks.
The atmosphere appeared relaxed on the surface.
Yet everyone understood that today’s gathering wasn’t for friendship.
They were waiting.
Waiting for the person who had threatened the Tyson Family.
Waiting for the answer that would determine many people’s futures.
Not long after they arrived, people from other Old Martial Arts forces in Valemont also came.
One after another.
Patriarchs.
Elders.
Representatives from influential households.
The large reception hall gradually became crowded.
Naturally, none of them had come purely out of concern for the Tyson Family.
They wanted to see how Julian and the Tyson Family would deal with that terrifyingly powerful guy today.
Everyone understood how the martial world worked.
Strength determined everything.
If they could handle him, they would naturally ride the coattails to victory.
If not, they would have to follow that person’s lead, given his strength.
They would side with whoever won.
No one bothered hiding that reality.
As everyone sat drinking tea and resting, a figure walked in from outside.
The atmosphere instantly changed.
Conversations stopped.
The sounds of teacups being set down echoed throughout the hall.
Everyone turned toward the entrance.
This time, he wasn’t wearing a mask.
The morning sunlight fell upon his figure.
He appeared young.
Far younger than most people expected.
Black hair.
Sharp eyes.
A cold expression.
Yet despite revealing his face, nobody felt relieved.
Because his aura was unmistakable.
The pressure surrounding him felt like a blade coated in blood.
But just from his aura, everyone immediately recognized him.
The hall became completely silent.
"Dad, he’s here."
Yana Tyson recognized the person, her eyes filled with hatred.
Her hands unconsciously clenched.
The memory of Lucas being rescued by this man immediately surfaced.
The trouble suffered by the Tyson Family had started because of him.
Without his daughter’s reminder, Wren Tyson could tell just from the aura that this person was extraordinary.
The murderous aura he carried could only come from someone who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
It wasn’t something ordinary martial artists could develop.
That level of killing intent required countless life-and-death battles.
The pressure alone made several younger disciples pale.
What shocked him even more was that this person, who looked under thirty, was already at the mid-Gold Realm!
The realization sent a chill through his heart.
A genius.
An absolute monster.
Wren Tyson considered himself exceptionally talented, but compared to this person, he was far behind!
For the first time that day, genuine pressure appeared on his face.
Even Smith’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The hall remained deathly quiet.
"Are you the Steffan who’s come to trouble my Tyson Family?"
Wren Tyson asked Steffan in a deep voice.
His voice echoed throughout the hall.
Everyone waited for the answer.
Steffan remained calm.
His gaze swept across the room before stopping briefly on several important figures.
Then he nodded.
"Yes, has the Tyson Family made their decision?"
His voice wasn’t loud.
Yet every person present heard it clearly.
Confidence.
Absolute confidence.
As though he already knew the outcome.
As though everyone’s opinions were irrelevant.
His gaze swept over Julian, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
An early Silver Realm strength?
Lucas and Evan, those two useless fools, were almost taken down by this kid?
What a disgrace to the Obsidian Wing organization!
His eyes carried obvious disappointment.
Of course, the blame lay with those two for being too weak.
If they had the same mid-Gold Realm strength as him, any schemes would be nothing but a joke!
Power crushed everything.
That was the principle he believed in.
Under Steffan’s gaze, Julian just smiled.
He calmly picked up his teacup.
Not the slightest pressure could be seen on his face.
[This guy is better than Evan and Lucas; at least he doesn’t have a crooked smile.]
[That’s already a huge improvement.]
[Villains with weird smiles are becoming an endangered species.]
[Maybe there’s still hope for this generation.]
Cherry nearly choked on her tea.
Again.
That voice appeared again.
Her beautiful green eyes immediately widened.
The others remained completely unaware.
Nobody reacted.
Nobody seemed surprised.
Only she could hear it.
[If nothing unexpected happens, Wren Tyson will soon use Voidspring Mountain to pressure him.]
[But that old bastard Smith has already taken benefits from this guy.]
[How could he possibly speak for the Tyson Family?]
[Poor Tyson Family, still in the dark.]
Cherry’s fingers tightened slightly around her teacup.
The information shocked her far more than the strange voice itself.
Smith had taken benefits from Steffan?
Impossible.
Wasn’t it?
She instinctively glanced toward Elder Smith.
The elder’s expression remained calm.
No guilt.
No nervousness.
Nothing suspicious.
Yet the certainty within the mysterious voice made her hesitate.
Due to the distance from Julian, Yana Tyson couldn’t hear his inner voice.
But Cherry heard it again.
Every word.
Every sentence.
Crystal clear.
She looked over at Julian.
It was definitely his voice; she couldn’t be mistaken.
The tone.
The rhythm.
The timing.
It all matched perfectly.
But no one else seemed to hear it?
Was he deliberately transmitting his voice to her? But she hadn’t heard of such a method.
Her moon-like eyes curiously examined Julian.
The more she observed him, the more mysterious he became.
Outwardly, he looked like a refined gentleman.
Polite.
Calm.
Elegant.
Yet hidden beneath that calm exterior seemed to be countless secrets.
The contradiction fascinated her.
For the first time in years, Cherry found herself genuinely curious about a man.
This guy seemed to be hiding quite a few secrets.