The Cunning Treasure Hunter

Chapter 116 A Blade's Resolve: Summoning the Sword Lord

Guest Hall.

The room assigned to Vera and Aiden.

Standing outside the door, Crescent and Galen remained frozen in place.

"...What is this..."

"So it's true."

Even from outside, they could feel the swirling storm of powerful internal energy.

She must have been practicing energy Circulation inside.

It was a moment that should not be disturbed.

The two brothers waited in silence until the raging currents of energy subsided.

Then, cautiously, they opened the door.

Inside, Vera was in the final stages of Great Circulation, drawing the energy back into her core.

She looked up at them.

Two sets of widened eyes met her own.

Then, in a quiet voice, she spoke.

"Did Master call for me?"

"...Yes. You should come now."

"Understood."

With measured movements, Vera adjusted her clothing and reached for the sword she had placed beside her.

Then, without another word, she followed them.

From the Guest Hall's second floor to Edwin's personal chamber—

It wasn't a long walk.

Yet, in that brief silence...

Crescent became acutely aware that this girl—this delicate-looking child—had already surpassed the threshold of Peak Mastery, just as he had.

"When did Vera first begin training in martial arts?"

He asked casually.

Vera looked up at him, blinking.

Her expression seemed to ask why he was curious.

Still, she had no reason to hide it.

"I believe I was about seven years old."

"...Seven, is that so? That was my age as well."

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But the speed at which they reached this level was vastly different.

Crescent was thirty-two.

Physically, he was in his prime. Anything he had yet to grasp now would be even harder to comprehend later.

And still, he had yet to break through to the mid-stage of Peak Mastery.

Meanwhile, this girl—this fragile-looking fourteen-year-old—had already done so.

Fourteen.

An age most called adolescence.

A time of emotional volatility, yet also a time of unparalleled adaptability.

An age where one learned and absorbed knowledge with unparalleled speed.

For a brief moment, Crescent was struck by the realization.

A few more months, and she would surpass him entirely.

"...young hero, you are blessed with an inexpressible level of talent."

"Are you envious of the Celestial Blade Star?"

"...To be honest... I envy that talent."

"Brother, what are you saying?"

Unable to stay silent any longer, Galen interrupted.

At that moment—

From the corridor leading to Edwin's chamber, a figure emerged.

"Is there a problem, Second Young Master?"

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"Even if one carries the fate of a bloodstained destiny, isn't it the essence of a martial artist to wield their blade and carve a name that the world will never forget?"

If she were to take on such a role, she had the right to know whether Dark Emperor could actually be subdued.

But for a fourteen-year-old Third Generation Disciple to pose such a question to an elder of the Nine Great Sects and the leader of the Everstone Clan...

It was the kind of remark that could easily be deemed disrespectful.

"...That is difficult to say."

Edwin turned to look at Clear Peace.

When it came to experience in dealing with assassins from the Bloodshadow Pavilion, Clear Peace had more expertise.

They had no choice but to rely on his answer.

Yet, even now, his response was uncertain.

"So it is not guaranteed."

At Vera's calm remark, Clear Peace nodded honestly.

"Of course, leader Edwin has stepped into the early stage of Kingdom of Harmony, and I myself have gone past its initial threshold. However, the last time I saw Dark Emperor, he was already at the mid-stage of Kingdom of Harmony..."

The higher one climbed in cultivation, the greater the disparity between each stage.

For those at Peak Mastery, it was not uncommon for an early-stage master to defeat one in the mid-stage.

But once one entered Kingdom of Harmony, such occurrences became exceedingly rare—perhaps once a year, if that.

And in the Grandmaster Realm, such events were almost unheard of, perhaps occurring once in a decade.

There was a reason grandmasters were called one-man armies.

They were superhuman beings who defied the common belief that numbers determined victory.

"At this moment, he may have advanced beyond the mid-stage of Kingdom of Harmony."

Vera took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

She could not claim to be entirely without fear.

If Dark Emperor had surpassed the mid-stage by a significant margin...

If he had reached an even greater realm, despite his aged body and long-passed prime...

While it was unlikely he had attained the legendary Heavenly Enlightenment Realm, even nearing its threshold would make him an incomprehensible existence.

After all, Sword Lord Zephyrion Akrest had reached the peak of Kingdom of Harmony...

"There is a way, Vera."

At that moment, Aiden spoke in a low voice.

Everyone turned to look at him.

When dealing with a superior martial artist, the only solution was to call upon someone of equal power.

And Vera already knew who Aiden had in mind.

"...If we summon Grandmaster Thorn, then it would be possible."

"Yes. If Grandmaster Thorn comes, we can win."

For a moment, silence gripped the room.

An indescribable hush.

To call upon Grandmaster Thorn, the foremost of the Three Lords among the One Lord, Three Lords, Seven Kings...

To summon the Mount Suncrest Sword Lord himself...

It was a proposal that felt almost unrealistic.

Edwin carefully voiced his doubt.

"...Would he really come just to save a Third Generation Disciple?"

"He will come," Aiden said firmly.

"Because Vera is not just any Third Generation Disciple."

A fourteen-year-old who had surpassed the threshold of Peak Mastery.

A genius who had shattered the Wall of Perfection in just a few months.

The unparalleled prodigy who had defeated Theron...

A blade forged in preparation to challenge the Sword Lord.

Thinking of the titles that had already been placed upon Vera's small shoulders, Edwin gave a slow nod.

But Clear Peace was not as easily convinced.

"No matter how much Grandmaster Thorn values young martial prodigies, would he really come?"

"You know as well as I do, Elder. Our Grandmaster is not one to be bound by formalities."

"...Do you have the right to speak of him that way?"

"Elder, you recall how he personally officiated my wager of master and disciple, do you not?"

A faint chuckle escaped Aiden's lips.

"Yes. He is still very much the same."

"Then we have nothing to worry about... But who will travel to Mount Suncrest in Silver Crest to bring him here?"