My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 446 - 409: Trouble Stirs Again (Part 2)

The fragrant aroma of tea wafted through the air, refreshing the spirit.

It added a touch of ancient charm to Kael Miles’s office.

Kael Miles glanced at the ID card Aurora Sinclair had placed on the desk and said flatly, "Dawn, in the Martial World, besides strength, you need one more thing to ensure no one dares to cross you in the future."

Aurora Sinclair put down her teacup and sat up straight. "Please, Grandmaster, enlighten me."

Kael Miles picked up his teacup and slowly poured its contents onto the desk. He watched as the tea flowed rapidly toward Aurora Sinclair, engulfing a stray drop of water that had accidentally fallen in front of her.

"Although you are strong, you are outnumbered. You’re just like this drop of water on the desk—eventually, you’ll be washed away by the tea..."

Kael Miles paused and pointed at Alvin Morgan. "This boy from the Morgan Family is very weak in terms of martial strength, yet no one in Veridia dares to provoke him. Why is that?"

Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together and replied with two words: "The Morgans."

"Exactly. This is a lesson for you. Your strength is already sufficient to be an Intermediate Supervisor, but why are they making you climb up from the bottom? It’s because you don’t have your own power base. It’s not enough to make them fear you from the bottom of their hearts and force them to compromise..."

"Grandmaster, are you saying I need to develop my own power base?"

"Correct. Winning over the Level Three members in the association was a good move, but you need more connections and a greater network of influence..."

Kael Miles took a sip of tea, his gaze flicking briefly toward Alvin Morgan. Alvin immediately understood. "Grandmaster, my entire network will belong to Aurora from now on."

Kael Miles was pleased, but he didn’t show it. He set down his teacup and said nonchalantly, "Boy, the Morgan Family isn’t yours to command..."

Alvin Morgan smiled. "I’m not talking about the Morgan Family. I’m talking about the power that belongs only to me."

He then looked at Aurora Sinclair. "Aurora, the White Jade Token I gave you can be used to mobilize them."

Aurora Sinclair froze. She pulled a black string from inside her clothes, and on it was tied Alvin Morgan’s White Jade Token.

"They recognize the token, not the person."

***

Alvin Morgan’s influence spanned the globe, with connections in every industry. He even had people within the International Martial Alliance, the International Martial Arts Bureau, and the International Penitentiary.

"Aurora, people in the Martial World only care about High Rank Martial Cultivators. But this group is a minority, and most of them, like your Grandmaster, prefer to enter seclusion for Martial Cultivation, pursuing the highest realms of Martial Arts. So, in the Mundane World, the real Strength lies with these ordinary people..."

Kael Miles nodded, his eyes full of approval for Alvin Morgan. "The principle is that he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. Dawn, there are multiple factions within the Holy Mountain as well. Martial God Winslow passed his legacy to an outsider. This was bound to stir discontent among most of his clan. Right now, you are a thorn in their side. Getting back to the Holy Mountain will be anything but easy."

Aurora Sinclair nodded.

Kael Miles continued, "However, the Winslow Clan only has a few hundred members in total. They make up less than ten percent of the martial artists in the Martial World, and the vast majority of these martial artists are outsiders. That’s why they don’t dare to target you openly. They’ll only use the rules and regulations they’ve created to restrict and suppress you, waiting for a chance to strike from the shadows..."

Aurora Sinclair nodded again.

"They didn’t get their way this time, so they’ll definitely stir up more trouble. You two should return to your country as soon as possible and keep a close watch on the domestic Martial World. I’m afraid they might shatter the peace we’ve had for the last century..."

***

「The Royal Palace of Karthos.」

Prince Kenny was furious, smashing numerous objects within the palace.

’As the foremost nation on the Western Continent, when had Karthos ever been so humiliated?’

His own son had the potential to become a Guardian, yet he was killed by someone from the International Martial Alliance.

’How could he swallow this insult?’

His trusted subordinate outside pushed the door open, trembling, and entered with his head bowed. "Your Highness, someone from the International Martial Alliance has arrived."

"Tell them to get lost—"

"It’s Lord Xavier Marsh..."

Kenny froze for a moment, the fury in his eyes subsiding slightly. Xavier Marsh was the high-level referee in charge of the Western Continent’s Martial World competitions.

Both the King and the Guardian treated him with great respect.

"Let him in."

Soon, a man in a sharp suit walked in.

His face was expressionless, his lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced at the surrounding servants.

Kenny immediately dismissed the servants from the room, leaving only his trusted subordinate behind.

"Lord Marshall, how could something like this happen? My son had no quarrel with that person from Veridia. Why would they kill him?"

Xavier Marsh sat down and said calmly, "It’s simple. Hector Lennox used Holy Mountain Martial Arts as bait to entice your son into killing that person from Veridia during the selection. When your son failed the mission, Hector naturally silenced him."