The smile on the inheritor's face was like a clear spring flowing deep into the heart, softening Dolores's expression.
For her pride and to remain the foremost prodigy of the realm, Dolores chose to agree. She decided to follow the inheritor, training and tempering herself alongside him.
Thus, Dolores began to cultivate with the inheritor.
The inheritor's swordsmanship was exceptional, and with the support of the Godslayer Staff, he seed invincible. Even though Dolores's blade skills surpassed the era, they still could not compare to the sword Dharma Form contained in the Supre Sword.
Moreover, as her interactions with the inheritor deepened, she learned more and more from him.
Her blade techniques improved daily!
Her progress in swordsmanship was equally rapid.
As ti passed, the agreed date for their rematch arrived.
This ti, the two fought for half a day, and Dolores erged victorious.
Her deep understanding of swordsmanship ant she was no longer as overwheld as before, while the inheritor had devoted too much energy to teaching Dolores.
Dolores gazed at the inheritor who had taught her for months, her expression sowhat complicated.
This once-peerless prodigy had been defeated by her.
She had clearly won.
Yet in her heart, Dolores did not feel much joy.
Instead, she felt a sense of bewildernt and loss.
However, the Divine Heart Academy rejoiced. This inheritor of the Godslayer Staff had previously appeared like a cot, defeating countless peerless geniuses.
Even Dolores had only managed a draw with him.
This had greatly impacted the prestige of the Divine Heart Academy.
Fortunately, the academy had now erged victorious and even secured the legendary Godslayer Staff.
Under the academy's arrangents, the ntors aggressively pressured the inheritor to quickly hand over the Godslayer Staff.
Dolores initially wanted to speak up for the inheritor, but her pride ultimately kept her silent. In the end, the academy successfully obtained the Godslayer Staff from the inheritor. Because of her outstanding performance, Dolores also acquired the divine blade. With the combined power of the Godslayer Staff, Dolores rose to unparalleled prominence.
She beca a shining figure within the academy and across the entire realm.
Compared to before, she was even more legendary, an existence others could not rival.
During her continued ascent in cultivation, she occasionally heard that the inheritor had ventured into the perilous Spellbeast Jungle for training.
After that, she completely lost all news of him.
Her heart inexplicably felt hollow.
She could still rember the small courtyard where the inheritor had earnestly taught her swordsmanship.
She also recalled the mont when she defeated him-his eyes filled with astonishnt and a trace of relief, as if her victory brought him more joy than his own.
As ti passed, Dolores graduated from the Divine Heart Academy as its most outstanding student in history. Not long after, she suddenly heard news about the inheritor's situation.
He had survived the Spellbeast Jungle years ago and later achieved great military success for an ancient empire, becoming a renowned figure.
Upon hearing this news, Dolores felt genuinely happy.
After so many years, she finally had word of the inheritor again.
What made her even happier was that this once-brilliant prodigy had not fallen; he continued to shine with dazzling brilliance!
For the first ti in years, a smile appeared on her face.
Subsequently, as the academy's most outstanding graduate, she was invited to attend a grand wedding.
However, to her utter surprise, at this wedding, she saw that young man again.
The inheritor still looked like a youth-sunny and bright, as though ti had left no marks on him.
Seeing him again, Dolores felt a fleeting illusion, as if it was the first ti they had t.
But now, the inheritor was dressed in a formal suit, as one of the wedding's main
protagonists.
He was the empire's great general, marrying the empire's grand princess.
In the eyes of all the guests present, the inheritor and the princess were a match made in heaven.
After all, the inheritor's talent and strength were unparalleled, and he had helped the empire conquer vast territories.
anwhile, the grand princess was the embodint of beauty and grace. Their union would beco a celebrated story, passed down through the ages.
Yet this celebrated story sounded utterly grating to Dolores.
As the wedding proceeded smoothly, Dolores exchanged glances with the inheritor several tis. The once-concerned and attentive young man now looked at her with nothing but a faint sense of detachnt.
It felt as though an invisible mountain now stood between them.
The look in the inheritor's eyes pierced Dolores's heart like a sharp blade, making her feel an inexplicable ache, as if a wound was bleeding within her.
During the wedding, she moved like a soulless puppet, going with the flow.
It wasn't until the inheritor, accompanied by the princess, approached to pour her a drink that she snapped out of her daze.
However, the inheritor rely spoke a few polite words. His completely unfamiliar deanor almost shattered Dolores's composure.
Yet in this formal setting, she could only suppress her emotions.
She drank alone, quietly watching the inheritor's figure, her heart drowning in mories of
the past.
Everyone else was filled with joy, the event a resounding success.
Dolores alone remained cold and distant.
After the wedding banquet, it was ti for the newlyweds to retire to their bridal chamber.
The thought of the inheritor being with the princess utterly broke Dolores's composure. A surge of killing intent erupted from her eyes.
She wanted to kill.
While everyone else was imrsed in the festive atmosphere, Dolores rose silently and made her way to the bridal chamber.
Entering the room, she glanced at the princess and imdiately knocked her unconscious. Her gaze then fell upon the inheritor.
"After all these years, who would have thought our reunion would be here, at this mont."
Dolores looked at the inheritor, her eyes flickering with indescribable emotion.
"The past is the past," the inheritor sighed softly.
Before he could finish, Dolores interrupted seriously:
"If you weren't marrying her, would you marry ?"
The room instantly fell into a brief silence.
Dolores's heart raced, anticipation tightening her chest.
She wanted a definite answer from the inheritor, believing that he must have feelings for her
too.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm.
After a brief pause, the inheritor slowly replied, "Do you want the truth or a lie?"
Dolores froze for a mont before answering, "A lie."
The inheritor smiled faintly. "I would marry you."
Dolores's body trembled slightly, her rosy lips pressing together. "And the truth?"
The inheritor glanced at Dolores and said with an inexplicable firmness, "I... would marry
you."
Dolores's heart was thrown into chaos. She couldn't tell if he was being truthful, but as he spoke, she felt as though her entire being was imrsed in warm spring water.
"Are you serious?"
Dolores stared intently at the young man before her.
The inheritor smiled. "I swear it-this promise is eternal."
Dolores's heart shook violently. The Godslayer Staff she had been gripping fell helplessly to
the ground with a deafening thud.
In that mont, mories of the past flashed before her eyes, and tears rolled uncontrollably
down her cheeks.
"I've spoken my heart. Now, leave."
The inheritor gently shook his head. "Regret can only remain regret. You will find soone
better."
As he spoke, the inheritor tenderly wiped away her tears.
This gentle gesture took Dolores back to the past.
Back then, the inheritor had stood before her, patiently teaching her swordsmanship. Even
when she defeated him later, his face only showed a contented smile.
At this mont, everything beca clear to her.
Simultaneously, a bold idea surfaced in her mind. She would take the inheritor away!
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