Chapter 244: The Arrival of Voidspring Mountain
The Arrival of Voidspring Mountain
The Tyson Family estate was unusually lively that morning.
Golden sunlight spilled across the vast courtyard, illuminating ancient stone paths and carefully maintained gardens. The gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers through the air, yet beneath the peaceful atmosphere lurked an unmistakable tension.
Servants moved hurriedly.
Family guards stood at their posts with serious expressions.
Even the younger disciples of the Tyson Family appeared nervous.
Everyone knew why.
Today was the day.
The day Steffan would return for an answer.
Submit.
Or be destroyed.
Those words had weighed heavily on the Tyson Family for days.
Many people had spent sleepless nights worrying about what was to come.
Fortunately, help was arriving.
The appointed time arrived, the people from Voidspring Mountain showed up almost right on time.
Several black vehicles entered the estate one after another before stopping near the entrance.
The moment they appeared, many members of the Tyson Family secretly sighed in relief.
As a well-known ancient martial arts sect in the Farlands, Voidspring Mountain had a formidable foundation of strength.
Its reputation stretched across numerous regions.
Many powerful martial artists dreamed of joining its ranks.
The Tyson Family’s ability to maintain their top position in Valemont was inseparable from the help of Voidspring Mountain.
Over the years, the relationship between the two sides had become increasingly close.
Upon receiving news from the Tyson Family, Voidspring Mountain sent two important figures and several disciples to help the Tyson Family hold the fort.
This alone demonstrated how seriously they viewed the situation.
When they arrived at the Tyson Family residence, the Tyson Family had already been waiting at the entrance for quite some time.
Wren Tyson sat in his wheelchair near the front.
Beside him stood Yana Tyson.
Her long black hair flowed down her back like silk, and her bright orange eyes continuously glanced toward the road.
Despite her calm expression, her clenched fingers revealed her inner unease.
She wasn’t worried about herself.
She was worried about the household.
And strangely enough...
She was also thinking about Julian.
For some reason, she felt that if he were here, things wouldn’t seem nearly as difficult.
The thought surfaced briefly before she quickly suppressed it.
At that moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from the lead vehicle.
His aura was steady and powerful.
Simply standing there made nearby disciples instinctively straighten their backs.
"Elder Smith, I didn’t expect you to lead the team this time. It must have been a tiring journey."
Seeing the leading elder, Wren Tyson maneuvered his wheelchair forward to greet him.
A warm smile appeared on his face.
This Elder Smith was an Old Martial Arts practitioner at the early Gold Realm; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been an elder at a sect like Voidspring Mountain.
"Wren Tyson, long time no see. How’s your health?"
Smith warmly shook hands with Wren Tyson, his demeanor quite courteous.
There was genuine concern in his voice.
The two men had known each other for many years.
Their relationship extended beyond simple cooperation.
He had a decent personal relationship with Wren Tyson in the past and was quite close to the Tyson Family.
After all, the talents of the Tyson father and daughter were evident.
Back then, many people within Voidspring Mountain had admired Wren Tyson.
If it hadn’t been for Wren Tyson’s accident, Voidspring Mountain had been planning to offer him an elder position.
A position many people could only dream about.
"Thank you for your concern, Elder Smith. I’m doing alright."
Wren Tyson laughed heartily and exchanged a few pleasantries before his gaze landed on a young woman standing behind Smith.
The moment she appeared, many people unconsciously looked in her direction.
The girl looked to be in her early twenties.
Her long silver-pink hair flowed gracefully to her waist, shimmering softly beneath the morning sunlight.
Several loose strands framed a flawless face that seemed almost unreal.
Her skin was fair as freshly fallen snow.
Not pale and lifeless.
Rather, it possessed a delicate radiance that made her appear untouched by the mortal world.
Her bright green eyes were particularly striking.
Clear.
Pure.
Yet distant.
Like emerald lakes hidden deep within a sacred mountain.
She wore an elegant white martial dress embroidered with faint silver patterns.
The fitted upper portion accentuated her mature E-cup figure while remaining dignified and refined.
The dress narrowed around her waist before flowing gracefully around her curvy hips and long legs.
Every movement carried natural elegance.
There was nothing seductive in her behavior.
Yet her beauty alone was enough to leave many young disciples stunned.
More than anything, it was her aura.
A cold, aloof aura.
As though she existed in a world slightly separate from everyone else.
She was like the Fairy who had just emerged from an ancient tomb, making one forget the mundane upon seeing her.
Even the disciples of the Tyson Family had to admit that this woman was more beautiful than their own eldest miss.
Whispers quickly spread among the younger generation.
"So beautiful..."
"Is that Senior Sister Cherry?"
"No wonder she’s famous."
"She really looks like an immortal."
Several male disciples immediately lowered their heads after stealing glances.
Her presence made them feel ashamed of their own thoughts.
Wren Tyson looked at the girl not out of lust, but with a smile, he greeted, "Cherry, long time no see. I didn’t expect you to come down the mountain."
The young woman nodded politely.
"Master said I should come down and experience the world; it’s beneficial for cultivation."
Cherry’s voice was cool and melodious.
Her tone wasn’t arrogant.
It was simply calm.
Almost detached.
Like someone speaking after spending years among clouds and mountains.
"It’s good to go out more. Shutting oneself away isn’t good for martial cultivation, but be careful not to end up like me."
Wren Tyson chuckled.
A trace of self-mockery flashed across his face.
Cherry’s gaze briefly fell upon his wheelchair.
Respect appeared in her eyes.
She understood better than most how tragic his circumstances had been.
"Senior Wren is too modest."
"There are many things younger generations can still learn from you."
Her words were sincere.
This caused Elder Smith to laugh.
"See? Even Cherry knows how respected you are."
Wren Tyson simply smiled.
Seeing this girl arrive, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.
This girl was the current head disciple of Voidspring Mountain’s master, with a talent even more monstrous than his daughter’s.
The two were about the same age, but his daughter was still a bit short of reaching the mid-Silver Realm.
She, however, was already at the peak of the Silver Realm.
She was hailed as the greatest genius in the history of Voidspring Mountain.
Many elders believed she would eventually surpass them all.
Her presence indicated the importance Voidspring Mountain placed on their family.
He felt that today’s matter should be settled.
With Elder Smith and Cherry present, combined with the Tyson Family’s own strength, they finally possessed confidence in facing Steffan’s arrival.
Nearby, Yana had been quietly observing Cherry.
The two women had known each other for years.
Although they rarely met, there was mutual respect between them.
A smile finally appeared on Yana’s face.
The tension she had been carrying since morning eased slightly.
Then she stepped forward.
Her bright orange eyes met Cherry’s green ones.
"Sister, long time no see."
