The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Under the watchful eyes of those cunning and strong cultivators, Sam's body surged with chaotic spiritual energy in the sky, causing ripples across the entire seventh peak of the Jade White Mountain.

"I can't believe he managed to master a sage technique in just three days. How talented is my grandson?" Adriana marveled at the fluctuations emanating from Sam's body, a telltale sign of mastering a sage technique.

"Did I hear that right? Three days to master a sage technique?" Duncan asked skeptically.

Mastering a sage technique, even for a genius, usually took months or even years.

A guy who hasn't been a cultivator for even a month mastering it in three days? Yeah, right. Tell that to someone with brain damage.

"What? Do you doubt my word, Duncan? I thought you were different from your two shrewd and manipulative elder brothers. Are you going to prove me wrong now?" Adriana taunted.

Hearing that, Duncan's expression sank. "With all due respect, Matriarch, don't compare me with those treacherous bastards. They're not my brothers. There isn't a day that goes by where I haven't regretted being born with those bastards. I'm sure they'd agree too."

Seeing his reaction, Adriana smiled in satisfaction.

Suddenly, another explosion reverberated through the air, and everyone narrowed their eyes sensing something unusual.

"Um... doesn't this fluctuation seem a little too strong for a sage technique?" Lorraine asked.

Another explosion of Dao patterns echoed.

The Dao patterns clashed, elevating above Sam's head like a swirling hurricane cloud over a city.

Soon, a figure materialized in the clouds—a crimson-haired man with ocean-like blue eyes, looking expressionless.

The crimson-haired man raised his hand, the glow of spiritual energy condensed around it like gloves.

Then, he pushed his hand forward with his palm aimed at a mountain in the scene played out in the clouds.

A giant freaking palm materialized in the air, landing on the mountain and crushing it under its tremendous weight, blowing the mountains into countless pieces.

Helena couldn't help but mutter, "The Hundred Mountain Palm." She remembered mastering that technique during her golden days.

Lorraine shook her head in disbelief. "It took my sister and me two months to nail this sage technique, but he pulls it off in three days? Three freaking days! He's more talented than anyone I've ever encountered."

'This is fantastic. The more talented he is, the better my daughter's life will be,' King Shun had already made up his mind to ask for Sam's hand in marriage for his daughter, all based on Sam's incredible talent.

He became even more convinced when he noticed his daughter seriously infatuated with Sam.

Just when everyone thought it was all over, and the manifestation was about to disappear, little did they know they couldn't be more wrong.

Another surge of energy and Dao patterns echoed throughout the seventh peak of the Jade White Mountain, leaving everyone shocked.

Once again, the crimson-haired young man appeared on the clouds, this time wielding a sword.

His eyes were sharp, like a blood-lusting sword itself. Vigorous Sword Intent enveloped the seventh peak, a cold weather seething under the skin into a frostbite.

The young man raised the sword above his head and executed a vertical slash.

Chilling and frosty sword Qi surged, freezing everything in its path.

It was the might of the Frozen Abyssal Fang Strike, a Sage technique created by a Frozen Abyssal Dragon, an ancestor of the Hailstorm Clan.

Before anyone could recover from their shock, another surge of power erupted, more oppressive and aggressive than the previous two sage techniques.

It tore apart the manifestation created by the Frozen Abyssal Fang Strike like a hot knife through butter.

Then, another illusion manifested in the clouds, making the previous ones look like a warm-up.

This one was more intense and more hostile.

The Sam in the illusion stood with bloodshot eyes, fury evident. He raised his hands, and the world in the illusion shook.

The sky became dotted with black lights, hundreds of swords made of pure sword Qi, each deadlier than the last, each with the potential to kill a cultivator in an instant.

"No, it couldn't be..." Adriana's mouth fell open in shock.

"This is...?"

"Well, this is unexpected." Helena and Lorraine were in the same state of shock as their mother.

"If my senses aren't faking, then my eyes definitely are. There's no way he mastered two sage-grade techniques and a Great Sage technique to such a degree in three days. It's not just unlikely; it's impossible. This is... breaking the rules," Duncan exclaimed, his eyes bloodshot, never having encountered such true but unbelievable nonsense in his entire life.

'Hmph, what's so impressive about mastering three sage techniques in just three days? He still doesn't deserve my daughter,' Nicholas remained in denial, struggling to accept that his beloved daughter was already claimed by Sam.

'Yeah, like denying it will make it any less true,' Amelia rolled her eyes at her father. 'My sweetheart is the most talented person ever. That bastard Tomas Wichura is just an ant compared to my sweetheart. Sooner or later, you'll get that, father.'

Lenora, on the other hand, reveled in the fact that the partner she had chosen for herself was a genius among geniuses. 'My man is incredibly talented and incredibly handsome.'

Yuna's expression soured a bit. 'He's way more talented than I could have imagined. Why would someone like him want to be with a kingdom's princess like me? Not to mention, it's still uncertain whether I'll remain a princess after our clan's conflict. He could have any woman he wants.'

In the illusion, Sam stood beneath hundreds of swords crafted from pure sword Qi, like a king commanding his mighty army, gearing up for war.

With a wave of his hand, the black swords responded, hurtling toward their targets like meteorites plummeting from the sky.

What followed can be summed up in two words: utter Annihilation.

It was the might of the Great Sage technique, The Unending Sword Torrent.

When the dust settled, the only one left standing was Sam, his robe fluttering in the wind. He remained calm, his eyes bloodshot.

Surveying the bloodied battlefield, he seemed indifferent, as if what he'd done was nothing out of the ordinary and as if those he'd dispatched deserved their fate.

The three illusions formed a halo above Sam before shattering like a pond disturbed into nothingness.

Sam, who was in a lotus position, opened his eyes. They radiated tranquility, as if he had everything under control, as if nothing could escape his gaze.

His body descended gracefully to the ground, remnants of Dao patterns faintly revolving around him like distant stars. In that moment, he looked like the god of beauty himself.

Before he could utter a word, a red screen popped up in his field of vision—the slumbering codex inside Sam's soul was making itself known again.

Ignoring the codex, Sam turned his gaze to the onlookers who stared at him as if he had just massacred a soccer team and set their bodies ablaze in the middle of a bustling traffic-rich road.

His eyes narrowed when he sensed the Sennyu Resonance acting up, pinpointing Yuna in the crowd.

'H-He's looking right at me,' Yuna blushed, pretending she hadn't noticed and stubbornly looked away.

'Yuna Fulmine? The Lumin Kingdom's princess? I wonder what she's doing here?' Sam grinned cheekily, enjoying her adorable reaction.

Then, sensing another fluctuation in the Sennyu Resonance, he turned his attention toward its origin, spotting a girl with milky white hair and eyes as dark as the night.

He squinted, as if searching for something in her. 'A dragon who managed to awaken the Frozen Abyssal Dragon bloodline, huh?'

Ophelia felt like she couldn't hide anything from his perceptive gaze, but rather than discomfort, she felt a strange sense of normalcy.

Even someone as composed as Ophelia couldn't prevent her face from turning red in embarrassment. 'Why am I feeling like this? I feel like I need to get close to him no matter what.'

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[ Master: Sam Hailstorm ]

[ Status: Healthy, Evolving ]

[ Titles: Master Of The Codex Of The Supreme Immortal, The Hailstorm Clan's True Heir]

[ Age: 18 ]

[ Inheritance: Inheritance of the Eternal Dragon Monarch, Will Of The Immortal Shadow Emperor]

[ Cultivation: Nascent Soul Realm (Lower-Stage) ]

[ Body Cultivation: None ]

[ Race: Celestial Dragon ]

[ Bloodline(s): Frozen Abyssal Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline, Primordial Chaos Dragon Bloodline (Assimilation: 94.39%)]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Nine-Heavens Spiritual Veins ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis, Pyrokinesis ]

[ Physique: Mystic Voidheart Harmonic Physique, Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique ]

[ Divine Powers: Divine Charm, Immortal Body (Stage-2), Exquisite Rune Heart ]

[ Innate Abilities: Devour, Rumination Clarity, Shadow Extraction ]

[ Racial Abilities: Dragon Transformation ]

[ Skills: Eclipse Shadow Slash, Darkflame Incantation, Shadow Emperor Incarnation, Dragon Fist Strike, Hundred Mountain Palm (Sage Grade), Frozen Abyssal Fang Strike (Sage Grade), Unending Sword Torrent (Great-Sage Grade) ]

[ Cultivation Method: Nine Celestial Revolutions Sutra ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: Samsara Flesh Rebirth Art ]

[ Storage: Veil Of True Essence of Progenitor Of Vampires(Can Be Inherited) ]

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