Chapter 68 - 69: Magnus Calder’s Shock and the Strange Powers of Crownfall Mountain!

Chapter 68: Chapter 69: Magnus Calder’s Shock and the Strange Powers of Crownfall Mountain!

Chapter 69: Magnus Calder’s Shock and the Strange Powers of Crownfall Mountain!

Hearing Eamon’s words, Magnus’s pupils shrank to pinpoints. His heart filled with horror and disbelief.

What kind of joke was this?

That terrifying man, Eamon Strake, was actually a Guest Elder of the Mercer Family?

When had this happened?

Damn it! Why hadn’t the intelligence reports mentioned such an important matter?

Amid his shock, Magnus suddenly realized something even more frightening.

Since Eamon was a Guest Elder of the Mercer Family, could his attack at the mountain gate have been ordered by Julian Mercer?

The moment this possibility crossed his mind, a bone-chilling cold ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He had not offended the Mercer Family yet. Had he?

Then why was Sword Grandmaster Julian treating him this way?

Magnus was so terrified that he nearly fainted on the spot.

Seeing his pale expression, Eamon shook his head and sighed inwardly at the man’s poor composure.

He wanted to return to the Main Hall and report to Julian as soon as possible. There was no reason to waste any more time.

With his left hand, he grabbed Magnus by the back of his collar and strode toward the Mercer Family’s residence.

After walking more than a hundred steps, the Spiritual Qi in the air suddenly grew much denser. The difference between this place and the area outside the mountain gate was enormous.

Feeling the astonishing change in the surrounding Spiritual Qi, Magnus was stunned once again.

"How can the Spiritual Qi on Crownfall Mountain be this dense?"

He soon realized that the Spiritual Qi here far surpassed that of his own sect.

The difference was likely dozens, perhaps even hundreds of times greater. The two places could not be compared at all.

And this was only his conservative estimate. The actual difference might be even greater!

While Magnus was still struggling to process this discovery, something even stranger happened.

An invisible force descended from above and enveloped his body.

Before Magnus could understand what was happening, he felt his cultivation begin to fall.

And it kept falling faster.

Origin Sea Realm Third Layer...

Origin Sea Realm Second Layer...

Origin Sea Realm First Layer...

Within a few breaths, Magnus discovered to his horror that his cultivation had fallen all the way to the Purple Mansion Realm Third Layer!

He had lost an entire major realm!

Fortunately, the decline was not permanent. His cultivation had been forcibly sealed by an external force and could be restored once that restriction was lifted.

Eamon also noticed the sudden change in Magnus’s aura.

He watched as the man’s strength continued to weaken until it settled at the Purple Mansion Realm Third Layer.

A look of surprise crossed Eamon’s face.

What had just happened?

He wondered silently.

Even with his extensive experience, he had never witnessed anything so strange.

What kind of power could silently suppress an Origin Sea Realm cultivator and force him down by an entire major realm in only a few breaths?

Could this be connected to the Clan Head?

Eamon suddenly thought of Julian, a man whose entire being seemed wrapped in mystery.

If someone had deliberately arranged such an incredible restriction, then perhaps only the Clan Head possessed the means to do it.

Eamon sighed inwardly. He suppressed his curiosity, increased his pace, and carried Magnus into the Mercer Family’s residence.

The sight of Eamon carrying a stranger with one hand caused an immediate commotion among the disciples.

Many Mercer Family members had been practicing sword techniques and fist arts nearby. They stopped what they were doing and turned to watch.

"Look! Who is that man Guest Elder Eamon is carrying?"

"I’ve never seen him before. Why did Guest Elder Eamon capture him?"

"Could he have forced his way through our mountain gate?"

The disciples gathered and began exchanging guesses.

While they were still discussing the matter, the gatekeeper who had reported Magnus’s arrival stepped forward with a broad grin.

"Hahaha! You probably don’t know who this man is. His name is Magnus Calder, and he is the Sect Master of the Ashen Thorn Sect!"

"The Ashen Thorn Sect? Wait, why does that name sound familiar?"

"Of course it sounds familiar! Wasn’t it the Ashen Thorn Sect that crippled Senior Adrian’s Dantian?"

"Enemies really do meet again! I still remember how weak Senior Adrian looked when he returned to the family on foot after losing his cultivation. If he had arrived just a few days later, he might not have survived the journey. How could we have the two rising stars of our family today without him?"

"Hmph! We haven’t even gone after them yet, and their Sect Master dares to come here asking to meet the Clan Head? What a joke!"

"Looks like today is the day we settle our old score with the Ashen Thorn Sect."

"No wonder Guest Elder Eamon captured him. Well done!"

Once the disciples learned Magnus’s identity, they broke into applause and cheers.

Over the past few days, Adrian had regained his cultivation and risen to become one of the family’s leading young talents.

Yet he had never let his strength or talent make him look down on the other family members.

Instead, Adrian often helped his fellow disciples. He encouraged them to support one another and improve together.

Through his actions and character, he had earned the respect of many young members. He had become one of the leading figures of the Mercer Family’s younger generation.

That was why everyone felt such anger over the Ashen Thorn Sect’s attack on him. They had all remembered the humiliation and suffering Adrian had endured.

Amid the growing excitement of the disciples, Eamon finally arrived before the Main Hall with Magnus.

He stepped through the doors and entered.

Julian sat cross-legged on a cushion ahead of him, dressed in white.

Eamon casually tossed Magnus to the side, then bowed toward Julian.

"Reporting to the Clan Head. I have captured the Sect Master of the Ashen Thorn Sect."

As soon as he heard those words, Magnus opened his eyes wide.

He finally understood.

The man sitting before him was the true master of this place.

His anxiety grew even worse.

Under Magnus’s nervous gaze, Julian slowly rose from his cushion and turned toward him.

His face came into view.

He was a handsome young man with an otherworldly bearing. His calm presence gave him the air of an immortal who had descended from the heavens.

Magnus stole one glance at him before quickly lowering his head. He no longer dared to look directly at Julian.

Suppressing his fear, he spoke with great caution.

"Clan Head Julian... I came here with the utmost sincerity. I wished to improve relations between our two families. May I ask why you ordered your Guest Elder to bring me here in this manner?"

Julian’s expression remained calm.

He spoke without raising his voice.

"Not long ago, your Ashen Thorn Sect ambushed a disciple of the Aldercrest Order. You shattered his Dantian and caused him to be expelled from the sect."

"Unfortunately for you, that disciple happens to be a member of my Mercer Family."

His words struck Magnus like a thunderclap.