Chapter 3: Visiting Dante's Mother

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Dante hoisted the unconscious Ashley and strode away. His figure thinned in the moonlight until it faded from view. "The idiot... the idiot's fighting back. He's lost it..." "Quick, go inform the head of the Swift family!" To them, the Swift family, now controlling Pamela Group, had become a top family in Junbert's elite circle, wielding enormous power. Dante, once Pamela Group's heir, was hit by a car and left brain-damaged. Now, he was not just a fool. He was deranged. It wouldn't take much for the Swift family to crush this crazy fool. What they didn't know was that since Dante's Soul Fire was back where it belonged, he was no longer the man he'd been. Even if the head of the Swift family stood before him, he could kill him with a flick of a finger without batting an eye. He quickly carried Ashley away from the Swift Residence to the dank underpass where homeless men gathered. They were filthy from head to toe, hair matted, faces smeared, a stomach-turning stench rolling off them. Several homeless men stood up, wary, ready to drive out the intruder. They figured Dante had come to claim their turf. They didn't know he was there to deliver something. Dante flung the still-unconscious Ashley like garbage, tossing her to the homeless men. Pawed by countless filthy hands, Ashley jolted awake, wild panic tearing through her. "Aaaah!" She screamed. There was no escaping the grip of more than a dozen men. In despair, her tear-blurred eyes caught the figure at the underpass entrance, about to leave. "Dante... please... save me..." Dante's face was indifferent. The moonlight chiseled his complex, icy profile. There wasn't the slightest flicker of emotion in his eyes, only a killing cold and hate etched into his bones. "That's just the interest," he said coldly. He didn't look back. He stepped into the dark. Behind him, a woman's screams and beastlike howls tangled and raged, then were swallowed by the night. Dante would take back what the Swift family stole, a hundred times over. Ten thousand, if it came to that. But for now, the urgent task was to awaken his mother. Soon, he arrived at Junbert Hospital and entered a private ward. On the bed lay the woman who once ruled the business world, the legendary CEO of Pamela Group. Now, she had a withered, sallow face, eyes sunken, her frame gaunt and wasted. Three years in a comatose state had drained every drop of her vitality. "Mom..." Dante fell to his knees beside the bed. He had strode across the Cultivation Realm for a thousand years and made myriad clans bow their heads, but still couldn't stop the sting in his eyes at seeing his kin again. Two clear tears traced lines down his handsome face. "Mom... Mom... I'm back." "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of you." "I failed you as your son. I let you suffer. From now on, anyone who stands in my way, I'll destroy them. No one will lay a finger on you." His mother had been immobile for three years, seemingly unable to sense anything. Yet in that moment, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "M-my God, she... she's crying!" Behind Dante stood a nurse, staring, trembling with excitement at that single tear, then looking to him. "Who are you?" Dante saw his mother's tears and felt a surge of emotion. He gripped her hand and said, without turning his head, "I'm her son." The nurse's face tightened with anger as she snapped, "You're her son? Then why haven't you visited once in three years? Is this how a son behaves?" "By the time a child wants to care for their parents, it can already be too late." "Stay here. I'll get the doctor." The nurse didn't waste a second. She turned and ran out of the room, calling for the doctor as she went. Dante didn't grow angry at her scolding. If anything, he felt a measure of relief. It meant the nurse had been serious in caring for his mother. He drew out a small cloth pouch and gave it a gentle shake. A row of silver needles fanned open. He had bought them on the way. In the Cultivation Realm, he had cultivated the medical arts and risen to be the Medicine Lord. His mastery of healing was honed to a terrifying peak that no one could match. Waking his comatose mother would not be hard. The only catch was that his cultivation as the Medicine Lord hadn't come back with him. He would need to cultivate anew. Worse, Earth's spiritual energy was far thinner than in the Cultivation Realm. For ordinary practitioners, cultivation was next to impossible. Yet for Dante, the former Medicine Lord, there was a way. For instance, the first thing he had done upon returning to his body, having sex with the pretty Kara Piper, had revealed she possessed a Negative Physique. He could absorb the negative energy in her body to accelerate his cultivation. Drawing on that negative energy would help him set foot on the path of cultivation again. Though he was only at the first level of Energy Refinement, it was enough to wield the needles and save a life. He pinched a silver needle. A faint wisp of energy shimmered at his fingertips, so faint it could barely be seen, warming the tip. His gaze flashed like lightning, locking onto the acupoints on his mother's body, and he lowered his hand to insert the needle. "Stop!" A shout rang out. The attending physician, Everett, lunged in front of the bed like a lion guarding its cub, clamping Dante's shoulder in a vise. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, face dark with undisguised disdain. "You're that notorious Dante Easton? The patient's vitals are critical. Not even a deity can save her. What kind of miracle doctor do you think you are with a cheap needle?" "Get out! Nurse, call security. Notify the Swift family at once!"

Chapter 3: Visiting Dante's Mother

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