Princess Sony continued shout for a long time even after Kent left the training grounds. All the spectators were staring at her like they were seeing a mad-woman who lost her mind.
Snoy finally turned towards king Ragnar who stood in a distance from her. She walked hurriedly towards him. “I heard, it was your daughter who brought him here. So, tell your daughter to forget about him. He is mine from now onwards. Only mine.” Sony said loudly and left the training grounds with an angry muttering. Her chest heaved up and down as she walked away like an enraged bull.
King Ragnar held his forehead as he felt a headache from the behavior of Sony. He doesn’t understand what happened suddenly and why she acted like that without any proper reason.
Sony came here just to talk with him and to irritate him by talking about the Lin family. But all of the sudden she changed her focus towards Kent. Like she really fell for him with one look.
But finally, Ragnar understood one thing, Sony is fully obsessed with Kent. He is worried that the story is not going to end here and it might cause many troubles in future.
As he can’t do anything, King Ragnar left all these matters to Kent. And he is confident that Kent can turn the horns of this angry lady.
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Far from the bustling capital city, surrounding the Royal Quinn family palace lay the long-stretched Fire Mountains that guarded the royal palace from southern dry winds.
Behind these fire mountains lay the Forbidden Army, guarding the paths that led to the five mystical peaks which guard the secret of Quinn family legacy spells.
The secret domain of the Quinn family’s most guarded legacy—the Forbidden Five Mountains. Only the emperor and his direct descendants were permitted to enter this sacred ground, the Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows, the pinnacle of the Quinn family’s legacy arts, lay hidden among the five mountains. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
The Forbidden Five Mountains were in a formation, with four surrounding the main peak at center.
The four surrounding mountains glowed with ethereal colors: crimson, azure, gold, and violet, representing the primal forces which are forces needed to unleash Sun-Moon eclipse arrows.
But the central and largest mountain was different. It lay in a dormant state, its glow extinguished for the last two decades, ever since the key to its inner secrets had been lost.
High above the peaks, a young man with a sharp, angular face, broad forehead, and deep-set eyes hovered in the air, seated in a lotus position. His long, raven hair flowed with the wind, his eyes closed in deep concentration as he tried to unravel the mysteries that lay before him.
This young man was Maxwell, the first prince of the Quinn family. And he, unlike the rest of the royal bloodline, was not a true Quinn like his brother.
Max exhaled sharply, feeling the weight of the task before him. The glass pearls embedded in the four glowing mountains shimmered beneath him—each one contained a small tree design inside, the key to unlocking the powerful techniques of the Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows. But without the key to the central mountain, no one had fully mastered the technique in the last two decades.
Yet, for Max, this missing key was a blessing. If the central mountain’s secrets were unlocked, he would never be able to master the Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows— the true bloodline of the Quinn family flowed through its power. But with only the sub-mountains accessible, he had devised a way to cheat the system.
Hovering in the air, he murmured under his breath, “This is my only chance. The emperor… he doesn’t know the truth of my lineage yet. If I can just master the technique from these four mountains, even if incomplete, I can prove my worth and secure my position as his son.”
His hands moved in a series of intricate signs, channeling energy from the surrounding elements. The crimson mountain flared as a ribbon of red energy twisted upward, wrapping itself around Max’s body. “Fire… the force of destruction,” he whispered, feeling the pulse of power seeping into him.
The azure mountain responded next, sending a surge of blue energy, cool and calming, as Max’s body absorbed the second elemental force. “Water… the balance to fire, the force of healing and patience.”
The golden and violet mountains followed, their powers intertwining with the first two. “Earth… stability and strength. Wind… swiftness and adaptability.”
Max’s eyes opened as the four elements converged, swirling around him in a vortex of raw energy. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling under the immense pressure. “Now… now for the final step.”
He raised his hand, producing a small, glowing ring—a forbidden relic, stolen from the vaults of the Quinn family. It was an ancient artifact, imbued with a false essence of the Quinn bloodline. Max had risked everything to obtain it. With this relic, he could bypass the need for true Quinn blood and trick the mountain’s defenses into recognizing him as a descendant.
The moment he pressed the relic against his chest, a sharp pain shot through him. He gasped as it fused with his Mana channels, altering the very fabric of his essence.
The four mountains reacted instantly, their powers intensifying. The Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows began to take shape before him—a technique of unparalleled might.
Three physical arrows appeared before him which were now his legacy.
But they weren’t perfect. Weak and Unstable.
Max struggled as he tried to control the incomplete technique. Without the central mountain’s essence, the arrows lacked the full destructive power the original spell possessed. The four mountains could only offer a fragment of the true spell’s might. Still, it was enough to deceive most, enough to prove his origin to the people during the Trident Summit.
A bead of sweat ran down his face as he unleashed the arrows, watching as they streaked across the sky, piercing through the clouds. The power was awe-inspiring, but Max knew it wasn’t enough.
“The arrows… they lack the true eclipse,” he muttered. “Without the central mountain’s light, they are incomplete.”
He clenched his fist, feeling the weight of his deception. The relic, though powerful, had its limits. Max would never unlock the full potential of the Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows. Yet, for now, this was enough. The deception was in place, and his position was secure—for a while longer.
For the mistake his mother made, he was struggling now. The secret was like a ticking time bomb. That’s why the two brothers were trying hard to take the position of Emperor as soon as possible.
Hovering above the mountains, Max smiled bitterly. “I may not be a true Quinn, but I’ll play the part better than any of them. And when the time comes… I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure my legacy.”
He descended back to the ground, his body still humming with the residual energy of the spell. His gaze lingered on the dormant central mountain, the one secret he had yet to conquer.
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