Chapter 3: Always Be The Young Master

Words : 1900 Updated : Feb 19th, 2025

As the Frozen Saber left her hand, a pang of heartache surged through Bristol. But with so many eyes on her, she couldn't take it back. Especially with Roman glaring at her like she owed him millions—his gaze alone was enough to irritate her. Moreover, Yaretzi also didn't even dare to make a sound under Roman's threats. Bristol stomped her foot angrily, hesitating for a moment. As Zane watched, she had no choice but to continue removing the spiritual treasures from her body one by one and tossing them to Zane. Each item she threw felt like cutting off a piece of her flesh, filling her with deep reluctance. Even Yaretzi couldn't help but feel the sting. The resources Zane gave to Bristol also benefited her. After all, Bristol would always share a portion with her. "I've returned everything to you. Isn't that enough?" Bristol raged. Zane glanced at her clothes. "Zane, do you have no shame?! Do you want me to take off this treasure robe as well?" Bristol shouted in fury. The eyes of the surrounding people instantly lit up. Zane's gaze remained indifferent. "In three days, have your father prepare the spirit stones. Also, get the treasure robes I gave you ready—I will personally come to annul the engagement!" After he finished speaking, he looked away from her. "Hmph! Kate, let's leave." Bristol's eyes welled up with grievance. With a cold snort, she took Kate's hand and, along with Yaretzi, left angrily. Zane threw them a calm glance as they walked away. Then, he turned and walked with Roman and the rest of the Casson family toward the academy. The commotion settled, and the crowd sighed. Meanwhile, as Bristol left, she felt a storm of emotions in her heart. "Heh… men… he's really changed! If it were before, he would never have spoken to me like this!" The more Bristol thought about it, the more wronged she felt, her eyes turning red. "Bristol, Zane is not a good man! He gave you those things a year ago, and now he's taking them back? I've never seen anyone like him!" Kate spoke indignantly. "Don't be upset, Bristol. Even if he still has his cultivation, he's not worthy of you! Only Kayden, the young master of the Kenion family from the Holy Land of Tormaine, is your true match!" Yaretzi chimed in, "Kate is right. You're so beautiful and talented. It's rare for Kayden to take a liking to someone. This is your fortune and your blessing! Zane is nothing!" Kate nodded. At first, when she heard that Zane's soul lantern had extinguished, she felt a little sad. But later, she realized it just meant one less person giving her gifts and one less person fawning over her—something she wasn't used to. A month ago, Kayden arrived at the Imperial City of the Khidal Empire to select young talents for the Holy Land. All the geniuses of the Khidal Empire Academy had to compete for the chance to earn his favor. Besides that, Kayden had also set his sights on her and started pursuing her. Bristol felt a little better when she thought about entering the Holy Land. Besides, the resources Kayden could provide would surely be better than what Zane had given her. "Let's go, Bristol! We'll find Kayden to stand up for us! We're not giving back the spirit stones Zane gave, and we'll make him return today's sword and all the treasures you handed over!" Kate's eyes gleamed as she came up with a brilliant idea. Bristol's eyes brightened, and the gloom in her heart vanished."Kate, you're really my best friend. I'm so lucky to have you." They bid Yaretzi farewell before heading to find Kayden. … As the number one family in the Khidal Empire, the Casson family's estate was vast beyond measure. Inside the Casson Residence's hall, all the elders and younger generation members of the family were gathered. Zane's return filled everyone with excitement. "It's good that you're back. Hahaha! Mr. Zane has the bearing of an emperor—how could he fall so easily?" Silas Casson, the head of the Casson family, laughed heartily, his face filled with relief. The weight in his heart finally lifted. All around, people wore smiles, looking as if they had just heaved a sigh of relief. For the past year, they had eaten poorly and slept restlessly, all in search of Zane. Many had even died because of it, and even the nine great elders who ventured into the Abyss of the Forsaken had returned with injuries. Zane was deeply moved by their reactions. He hadn't expected the Casson family to care for him so much. He spoke solemnly, "Mr. Silas, my cultivation is gone. I am no longer suited to be the young master of the Casson family. You should choose another among my cousins." As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent. Before Silas could respond, a middle-aged woman beside him grumbled, "Zane, what nonsense are you talking about?! This young master position is yours—forever yours! No one else has the right to take it from you!" She was the highest-ranked elder in the Casson family. Though she was a woman, she was as powerful as any man. Her name was Nina Casson. There were nine elders in the Casson family—six men and three women, each possessing extraordinary power and influence. "That's right! If your cultivation is gone, you can just train again! With the full strength of the Casson family, I don't believe that we can't restore your former power!" Roman spoke boldly. "Exactly! The honor and resources that Zane has earned for our family are beyond what any of our younger generations could achieve! This is undeniable!" Saxon Casson, a refined middle-aged man, spoke firmly. His eyes flashed with a sharp glint, making everyone shudder. "Saxon is right. I agree as well!" said the gentle-looking John Casson. "Zane, don't mock us. None of us can replace you. Even without your cultivation, you will always be our young master!" "That's right! You will always be our young master. We are willing to follow you for life." Dozens of younger clan members spoke in unison. Their words made it clear that none of them desired the young master's position. Zane looked at the united crowd in the hall, deeply moved. Just as he was about to speak, an elderly man interrupted him. "Zane, don't mention giving up the young master position again. Instead, tell us. Where have you been this past year?" Zane looked at the white-haired elder, who smelled of medicinal herbs, and respectfully bowed. "Alright, Mr. Vicente." Then, he scanned the expectant faces of the crowd and sighed. "I entered the Abyss of the Forsaken." The Abyss of the Forsaken! So it was true! As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into dead silence. No one was surprised—but they were still shocked. "The Abyss contains tens of millions of coffins, shrouded in black mist—a land of absolute death. Zane, how did you enter? And how did you get out?" Silas' face was filled with astonishment, his heart tightening. "Mr. Silas, I don't know who sent me there. When I woke up, I was lying in a coffin. Then…" Conflicted emotions flashed across Zane's eyes. "I didn't expect that by the time I came out, a whole year had passed." Everyone was dumbfounded, exchanging glances. It was unbelievable. Surviving in a coffin for a whole year? That was simply unimaginable!

Chapter 3: Always Be The Young Master

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