LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

As she spoke to herself, Margaret Lovall’s beautiful eyes roamed, casting her gaze towards the mountain. Suddenly, the vital energy within her surged, flowing from the three dantians at her upper, middle, and lower body, coursing through her entirety in preparation for battle. She was ready to join forces with the Seven Elders of Emei and that madwoman to confront Jun Chester and Byron Ortega.

Her own injuries were of no concern to her. With the medicinal power of the Kai Mai Golden Pill circulating a few times, the wound on her left rib was nearly healed to normal. However…

As her eyes fixed on the scene ahead, the figures she saw were not the Emei Seven Elders or the madwoman she had referred to. Instead, it was her disciple, Phoebe Chandler, and others. Led by Chandler, dozens of female disciples from the Pinkriver Temple were rushing down the mountain towards her.

Margaret Lovall was momentarily taken aback by this development, but before confusion could take hold, she felt the century-old tree beneath her feet shudder violently as if struck by a mighty force. In an instant, her head spun and her feet felt light. She lost her balance and plummeted towards the ground.

Almost reflexively, Margaret tried to steady herself, but before her feet could touch the ground, she felt a sharp force strike an acupoint on her ankle. “Ah!” she exclaimed in shock. Suddenly, her lower body gave out, and she found herself face down on the ground.

The true culprit behind her disgraceful state, if not Jun Chester, then who? But Margaret Lovall had no time to ponder as she attempted to flee, only to realize that her long sword had vanished. Looking up, she saw Jun Chester, standing above her, holding her treasured sword, the Fairy Phoenix Hilt.

A chill crept up from the bottom of her heart, but before she could react, she felt a coldness on her neck. Jun Chester had placed the blade of the Fairy Phoenix Hilt against her neck, slicing a strand of her hair and leaving a thin line of blood on her fair and slender neck. It was only then that Jun Chester let out a cold laugh. “You celebrated too soon, didn’t you?”

Margaret Lovall’s face went pale, and just as she was about to plead, she belatedly realized she was completely naked. Moreover…

Her body was lying in a pile of thick, dry leaves. With her front to the ground and her back covered only by leaves, she felt an ultimate shame. The worst part was…

Phoebe Chandler and the others had already arrived on the scene. They all stood, gaping at the spectacle before them, speechless. The temple leader…

How had she come to be in such a state? Where were her clothes? Just then, as everyone stared dumbfounded, another group approached from below the mountain. It was none other than Muriel Twitty and Jenny Chow, along with the lackeys of Byron Ortega.

In that moment, aside from Jun Chester, everyone was stunned into silence. Time seemed to stop, and the quiet was so deep that one could hear a pin drop. Phoebe Chandler and the rest, after a brief moment of shock, all looked horrified.

They could not have imagined their master, Margaret Lovall, a superpower who had broken through the constraints of the Heavenly Pill Realm and entered the second stage, would end up in such a plight. Not only was she lying naked on the ground, but she was also at the mercy of a man with a sword at her throat.

What on earth had happened? After learning that the purple twin python had been killed by Master Byron Ortega, Lovall had taken a Kai Mai Golden Pill. How could she now be so embarrassingly defeated? And if she were to be defeated, it should have been by Master Byron Ortega, not by the young man holding the Fairy Phoenix Hilt.

Jenny Chow and the others widened their eyes, especially Jenny Chow who knew Margaret Lovall all too well. Lovall’s strength was near divine, but now…

How had Jun Chester brought her to this state? Margaret Lovall, despite her betrayal of her own master, Vita, and even taking Vita’s cultivation for herself, was still a formidable woman. Was it right for Jun Chester to humiliate her like this?

At that moment, Margaret Lovall was trembling all over, red with shame or rage from head to toe. She had never imagined that she, the temple leader of Pinkriver Temple, once a distinguished figure from the Five Emperor Islands, would be so humiliated. The area was crowded with people, and her clothes had been shattered by the force of Jun Chester’s presence. She had nothing but dry leaves to cover her body. If a gust of wind were to come…

She would become the laughing stock of the martial world for the restof her life. Perhaps it was the fury that surged within her, but suddenly…

Margaret Lovall spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, her eyes filled with shame and anger as she looked up at Jun Chester. He, however, no longer paid her any attention and instead turned to Phoebe Chandler and the others, asking in confusion, “Where are the so-called Seven Elders of Emei?”

This was the question Margaret Lovall had wanted to ask herself. She had been waiting for the Emei Seven Elders to come and turn the tide. Where were those seven old immortals? Phoebe Chandler’s mind went blank, not knowing how to respond. It was in this moment that Margaret Lovall, too, cried out in desperation.

“Where are the Emei Seven Elders? Did I not send you to summon them? Where are they?” Chandler, pale with fright, managed to stammer a reply, “Master, I’ve informed the seven elders about the death of the purple twin python at the hands of Master Byron, but they dismissed it as trivial, claiming they were in seclusion and had no time for such trifles!”

At these words, Margaret Lovall nearly fainted. The guardian python of Mount Emei, killed and eaten, and it’s a trivial matter? Then what constituted a serious issue? Not only was Margaret Lovall close to fainting, but Byron Ortega, who stood not far away, tore off his blindfold and blurted out in disbelief, “The purple twin python killed by Master Chester, and that’s a trivial matter? Are they looking down on us? What are those seven old fools really up to?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Until now, Margaret Lovall and the others had all assumed it was Byron Ortega who had killed the purple twin python. But now, Byron Ortega himself claimed it was Jun Chester who had slain the beast?

Only at this point did Margaret Lovall start to understand why Byron Ortega had said earlier… If she had really consumed the gallbladder of the purple twin python, within five punches, she would be utterly defeated by him. It all made sense now. Byron Ortega wasn’t the true culprit behind the python’s death; it was Jun Chester! No wonder his strength had become so fearsome. Jun Chester was one of the rare beings who could commune with dragon veins, a true dragon among men.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

And the purple twin python, nurtured by Emei’s celestial nourishment for a millennium, possessing the potential to transform into a dragon, had been devoured by Jun Chester alone. A true dragon swallowing a serpent, a force capable of contending with the heavens! And there she was, a mere second-stage Heavenly Pill Realm cultivator, utterly humiliated before him.

With this realization, Margaret Lovall’s eyes filled with fear. And at that moment, Jun Chester’s voice reached her ears once more. “Get up, take me to the Fairy Immortal Underground Palace!” Lovall heard this, finally snapping back to reality.

Naked as she was…

Get up? But still, Margaret Lovall rose. Simultaneously, Jun Chester’s phone began to ring. It was a call from Vita. Upon answering, Vita’s voice came through, fraught with urgency, “Mount Emei is in peril, I urge Jun the Accursed, come to Emei quickly!”

Jun Chester, taken aback, inquired, “What’s the situation?” Vita replied succinctly, “Emei’s senior brother, Byron Ortega, has returned and has slain our sacred python. With Margaret Lovall now gone to confront Ortega, if they clash, it will surely end in mutual destruction. Then, our Emei lineage will be vulnerable to being picked apart by other forces in the martial world.”

After hearing this, Jun Chester pondered for a moment and then instructed Vita, “I’m in the Herb Grass Forest, Margaret Lovall is here too, you come here.”