The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1906

In mere seconds, all the cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life. All three of them looked at Wolf as if they were staring at a demon.

Wolf took his time to walk toward them, his presence looming over them like a devil's whisper.

The lead cultivator, suppressing his terror, forced out a warning, "My mentor will never let you live in peace if you kill us!"

Wolf paused mid-step. "Your mentor? Fine. Call them here now."

The cultivator froze. "W-What? Are you serious? You're not joking, right?"

Fear had already gripped him. He couldn't help but wonder if this was a trap. What if Wolf was baiting him into sending a distress signal, only to slaughter them all before his mentor arrived?

Wolf nodded. "Who's going to save you if your mentor doesn't come? Hurry up. I still have a banquet to attend."

He dusted off his sleeves. After all, he really did need to attend a banquet.

The cultivator kept his eyes locked on Wolf as he fished out a distress flare from his pouch. It was a signal unique to Mt. Dracorite, reserved for life-or-death emergencies.

Afraid Wolf might change his mind, he yanked the cord the moment it was in his hand. The flare shot into the sky, exploding in a scattered burst of light.

Wolf didn't so much as flinch. He simply sat down on a roadside boulder, waiting calmly for this so-called mentor to show up.

Wolf knew that killing them wouldn't solve anything. In fact, it'd only put Antoine in greater danger later. He figured he might as well dig up the root while he was at it.

Wolf hadn't even warmed the stone beneath him when a furious roar split the air. "Who dares harm my disciples?"

He glanced skyward to see an old man with an immortal's spiritual root soaring on the wind, speeding toward them.

The cultivator, sprawled on the ground, had been staring desperately at his mentor, Godfrey Boone, ever since he arrived.

The moment Godfrey landed, the cultivator wailed, "Mr. Boone! This man tried to slaughter all of us! If I hadn't secretly sent the distress signal, you'd be looking at our corpses right now!"

Wolf arched a brow at the word "secretly". He was literally the one who told him to call for backup.

Godfrey's piercing gaze locked onto Wolf. "I am Godfrey Boone, a sect elder in Mt. Dracorite. Why do you seek my disciples' lives?"

Wolf tilted his head. "Do you not know what they were doing?"

Godfrey stiffened. "What did they do?"

Wolf waved a hand dismissively. "Do you really not know? Ask them yourself."

Godfrey's eyes snapped to his disciples. "Explain."

The lead cultivator seemed confused before he met Godfrey's gaze. "Mr. Boone, we took a private mission. Then we ran into this child and nearly died."

Godfrey pressed on, "What kind of mission?"

Before the disciple could answer, Wolf cut in lazily, "Are you two putting on a comedy act? I enjoy a good show, but not this kind."

Wolf had an innate gift, and that was the fact that no one could lie in his presence unless he chose to ignore it.

Godfrey's gaze met Wolf's again. "I figured you'd be trouble to deal with, so I planned to play along and whisk them away quietly. But since you've seen through it, you're not leaving alive."

Godfrey was far more formidable than the cultivators Wolf had faced earlier—his energy alone made that clear.

With a flick of his Arcane Staff, the strands emerging from it transformed into a storm of needle-thin projectiles, surging toward Wolf like a deadly rain.

Wolf didn't even flinch. He allowed the needles to strike him, only for their momentum to vanish on contact. The strands reverted to their original form, drifting harmlessly to the ground like loose threads.

Godfrey's eyes sharpened. "That physique… a divine constitution."

Wolf bared his teeth in a grin. "Oops, you found out. There are no prizes for figuring it out, though."

Then, Wolf stomped his foot. Pebbles on the ground stirred without wind, transforming into a massive boulder that hurtled toward Godfrey.

Unfazed, Godfrey chanted an incantation. Just as the boulder was about to crush him, his eyes snapped open. "Shatter."

The boulder exploded into fragments.

Wolf clapped slowly. "Hmm, not bad. I guess I'll have to get serious."

But Godfrey's brow furrowed. While he'd dismantled the boulder effortlessly, the toll on his spiritual energy was severe. He knew this needed to end fast, or his energy would be drained dry.

"By heaven's fire and thunder's might, may the five directions summon lightning's bite! Slay the fiend, and purge the unclean! Heed my call!"

In an instant, the sky roared in response, thunder multiplying tenfold.

Soon after, Godfrey pointed at Wolf. "Go!"

Lightning descended like stampeding stallions, each bolt lashing at Wolf.

Godfrey didn't let up when he saw the thunder strike Wolf. The heavenly thunder kept crashing down on Wolf, one strike after another. Soon, Wolf's entire body was engulfed in lightning.

Seeing this, Godfrey let out a long sigh of relief.

For a typical cultivator, withstanding even the first bolt would already be impressive. Moreover, he had summoned nine in total. That was more than enough to reduce someone to ashes.

Godfrey strode over to the group in a single swift step, his voice deep and commanding. "Get up. Next time, run when you're up against someone you can't handle. Don't go around underestimating people. Know your limits."

One of the cultivators responded respectfully, "We'll remember your words, Mr. Boone."

Godfrey gave a small nod. "Has the target been dealt with? If so, let's move on. We have other tasks to finish, and time is short."

The cultivator shook his head, then glanced toward a nearby stone, where Antoine was lying.

Limping over, the cultivator muttered to himself, "I can at least take care of you."

With that, he held up a talisman. The moment his fingers pinched it, the paper burst into flames. He tossed it onto Antoine to burn him alive.

However, the fire snuffed out the instant the talisman touched Antoine. Puzzled, the cultivator tried again and again. He used several different talismans, but each one fizzled out the same way.

Looking over at Godfrey, he called out, "Mr. Boone, I can't finish this one off. The talismans go out the moment they touch him. I have no idea why."

Godfrey turned to glance at him, his tone cold with disdain. "Useless. Why can't you handle something this simple?"

After speaking, he swung the Arcane Staff in his hand and aimed at Antoine the same way he had shot at Wolf earlier. After all, although Wolf possessed a divine constitution, Antoine did not.

However, no matter how he swung the Arcane Staff, nothing shot out.

Just then, Wolf's voice came from behind the group. "That was quite a refreshing strike. It's been a while since I last devoured heavenly thunder."

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