Chapter 1629 The Paver Behind the Scenes
Chapter 1629: The Paver Behind the Scenes Chapter 1629: The Paver Behind the Scenes Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Trevon seemed to grasp the situation and smiled.
“My cultivation reached the saint heart realm last year.
I can live for 50,000 years.
Losing a thousand years is nothing!” “When you were young, I used to take you out to play.
Whenever we bumped into your mother, she’d give me that disapproving look.
Now that I’ve lost a thousand years of my life, she’ll definitely kill me!” Braydon Neal chuckled wryly, knowing exactly what awaited him at home.
The two of them walked slowly, unaware that they had already been noticed upon their return.
“You’ve been lingering at the door for so long.
Are you disdainful of this house?” A cold voice rang out—it was Heather Sage.
“Why do I feel like Mom’s cultivation is higher than yours, Dad?” Trevon Neal muttered softly.
“Her soul imprint has already recovered.
It’s normal for her cultivation to surpass mine,” Braydon explained. He had thoroughly researched soul imprints in the Second Universe—the hidden remnants of a person’s previous life, capable of significantly boosting a cultivator’s progress.
Braydon and Trevon continued their slow walk home, eventually reaching the manor entrance.
“Daddy!
Trevon!” Judith Neal exclaimed in surprise.
“Judith!” Braydon greeted his daughter warmly.
Judith looked puzzled.
“Brother, why did your hair turn white?
What happened?” “I dyed my hair!” Trevon quipped, tousling his younger sister’s hair and brushing off the question casually. This ruse was just for Judith’s benefit. How could they deceive Heather?
Heather appeared at the entrance of the manor. Her demeanor was cold, her beautiful face icy. “Mom!” Trevon greeted obediently.
“You actually know where home is?” There was an edge to Heather’s voice. Trevon immediately fell silent, understanding he was no longer the rebellious young man he once was. Like his father, returning home meant putting aside his warrior’s spirit and assuming the role of a refined young master from an aristocratic family.
Heather looked at Braydon, her tone dripping with resentment.
“Trevon is still young, reckless and lacking in sense.
And yet, as his father, you dare to indulge him?
A young man with white hair, clearly on the brink of losing his life.
This silver mane must have sapped his vitality, costing him a thousand years of life!” “What happened?
Trevon, what did you do?” Judith’s eyes welled with tears, her distress palpable.
Everything unfolded just as Braydon had anticipated. Their only son, their eldest, and when he was young, Heather could stew in anger for days over such matters—like today’s revelation of their son losing a thousand years of lifespan.
It was one thing for Trevon to act rashly. But as his father, why hadn’t Braydon intervened?
He was clearly accountable for this!
Braydon explained gently, “It was an emergency situation.
Trevon had no other choice.
When I arrived, I tried to help him regain the thousand years of life he had lost.
But I was blocked.” “Blocked?” Heather stood frozen in place.
A temporal disturbance!
The scene in the Neal family manor seemed to rewind to that fateful day. Trevon, having lost a thousand years of his lifespan, summoned a dark energy that surged toward Easton Thorpe and the others.
This method far surpassed the green lotus banished immortal.
Heather’s delicate fingers fluttered, and her lips parted slightly. Eleven streaks of green light appeared—each equivalent to a hundred years of life, all derived from Trevon’s life essence.
The eleven streaks of green light flowed into Trevon’s body alongside the dark energy.
“Hmph!” Heather’s gaze turned icy.
With a disdainful snort, the dark energy dissipated instantly.
The entire world seemed to quiver.
Trevon’s silver hair turned back to its original black hue, his lost life essence returning to his body.
To turn something tainted into something pristine was truly remarkable!
“Save yourself the trouble of dyeing your hair.
Let’s go home,” Braydon redirected the conversation.
“Who taught you the Spirit Summoning Art?” Heather asked.
“Dad!” Trevon replied honestly.
Braydon’s eyes widened. This kid was throwing him under the bus! Wasn’t this just adding fuel to the fire? And Braydon had never even taught Trevon the Spirit Summoning Art! Somehow he was being blamed for it.
Braydon glanced at his son, marveling at how crafty he was at such a young age. He had no idea who had taught Trevon this forbidden art.
“From today onwards, forget about the Spirit Summoning Art.
You’re not allowed to practice it anymore,” Heather declared solemnly.
“Why?
Both of you know the Spirit Summoning Art, so why can’t I use it?” Trevon protested anxiously.
The Spirit Summoning Art was a forbidden technique, notorious for its dangers. It was akin to wielding a weapon of mass destruction—powerful, but incredibly risky.
Heather’s anger was palpable.
“I said you’re not allowed to use it.” “Trevon, don’t argue,” Braydon interjected quickly, trying to diffuse the tension.
Trevon still looked indignant but held his tongue. It wasn’t worth making his mother even angrier, especially when Braydon had just returned home.
Meanwhile, Judith tugged at Trevon, eager to hear more about the Spirit Summoning Art.
As Braydon and Heather walked together on the grass, Heather suddenly stopped and turned to him with clear eyes.
“The Spirit Summoning Art has always been feared.
Could it harm Trevon in the future?” “Yes,” Braydon replied solemnly.
“The Spirit Summoning Art is considered an ominous practice.
Throughout history, those who practiced it rarely met with good endings.” “I didn’t teach Trevon, and you didn’t either.
The only person in this world who could have taught him is his teacher,” Braydon added, referring to the Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord.
The Sovereign Lord was a mysterious figure.
Braydon had only encountered him a few times, and even Frosty had mentioned that the Sovereign Lord was preparing to enter seclusion.
Braydon speculated that the teacher might not be on Earth anymore but could still guide Trevon remotely. Cultivators who mastered the Spirit Summoning Art often forged unique paths in their cultivation, transcending even the holy master realm with time.
In the past, all the Sovereign Lords of the Heavenly Mountain died prematurely due to insufficient time. Perhaps the Sovereign Lord of the Heavenly Mountain was still alive in the human world! Besides Braydon’s teacher, there were other Sovereign Lords who might still be alive.
Braydon and Heather both understood the grave implications of the Spirit Summoning Art.
Changing the subject, Braydon asked, “Back then, when I asked who taught you the Spirit Summoning Art, you didn’t tell me.
Can you tell me now?” “My knowledge of the Spirit Summoning Art comes from my soul imprint,” Heather explained, revealing the origin of her familiarity with the technique. It was an inheritance tied to her soul imprint.
Braydon fell into contemplative silence. Trevon also had a soul imprint, and moreover, it was a twin soul imprint. This was a latent issue that needed resolution sooner rather than later.
Heather entered the pavilion and asked softly, “Are you preparing for a long journey?
You’ve called back all the soldiers of the Northern Army.”