"The answer is no. There is no genius who can compare to Rea in the art of sword within our country. Rea did not only gain the recognition of the Twin Calamity Swords, she also comprehended my Chaotic Thunder Blade and your lodious Gale Sword in just five years. We cannot even compare to her talent." Randall asserted his point and explained it by recounting Rea's achievents.
He added, " But the most cognizant achievent she has achieved was comprehending the ancestor's Dual Sword Domain in less than two months. Uncle and I took half a year to comprehend and we were pronounced as supre genius of our generation because of it. But, Rea she comprehended it in two month's ti! I can't see any reason why we can't associate the inheritance with her."
"But, honey, won't she encounter many danger once she enters the tomb? The tomb would have Entrapnt Arrays, Slaughtering Formations and Illusionary Spaces. There are also hundreds of thousands of vicious cultivators that have experience far greater than what Rea has encountered. The chances of death is high. It's too dangerous for our daughter who isn't even twenty years old." Leya voiced out her worries.
"I can understand your worries, my dear wife. However, it is ti for us to let our daughter experience the world. Since her childhood, I know that we have been limiting her periods of going out that even violated the rules of our clan. This greatly inhibitted her growth. We need to let her spread her wings and soar to the vast world of the Great Mystic." Randall responded with a comforting tone.
"But.. you said it your self. She inherited both of our legacy sword techniques which are both High Heaven Rank and the ancestor's, Unrivaled Twin Swords which is at Immortal Rank. She also possess the Twin Calamity Swords and the abundant resources of our clan. Surely, she would not need other inheritances any longer. Having too much techniques to refer to would just affect her cultivation speed and efficiency." Leya did not back down and argued. She really did not want her daughter to risk her life even for an Immortal Saint's inheritance.
"My dear wife, it seems like you have forgotten the Dual Sword Domain's greatest function. It can enable a person to use even two different sword arts at the sa ti. It does not even limit it to just two sword arts. Once mastered, the user could interchange different sword arts on his own liesure. Our ancestor, True King Jiro, comprehended exactly 100 Heaven Rank sword skills which made his battle style diverse and ever changing and allowed him to reign supre even against leaders of Empires. You have to understand." Randall rebutted and hugged her intimately.
"No! No matter what you say, I can't let my baby be in the risk of danger! What kind of husband and dad are you?! I hate you! My baby is only safe with . I wont let you... *sobs*" Leya unhesitatingly beated her husband's chest several tis as she cried helplessly on her husband's embrace.
"..." Randall stood there and recieved his wife's blows with open arms. He neither fought back nor defended because the rebound might hurt his beloved. Recieving just the normal attack of an Immortal Saint was like receiving a tank's cannon barehanded.
Even with his saint-refined physique, a trace of blood flowed from his mouth but he imdiately used his Immortal Energy and instantly recover the superficial injuries he had.
He looked at the ssenger who was still kneeling with his head bowed down and telepathically told him, 'Please leave us be. Tell the others I would like to have so ti to talk with my wife. I will personally go out once this is over.'
Nodding silently, the ssenger exited the room and left the couple without producing a sound.
The couple stood there hugging each other in complete silence. After so ti, Leya finally spoke, "The last ti I did what you said, I lost Rio... *sniff* *sob* I don't want to lose her too... Randall, please..."
"Rio..." That na was a reminder of a cruel mory. His firstborn Rio Cross, the forr number two of the Mythical Ten. He was sent to Mystic Yellow State when he was seventeen for the inheritance of Sunblaze Sword Immortal, a similar peak level Immortal Saint like Maelstrom Sword Immortal. He was triumphant in doing so but he also managed to offend various sects in the process.
While Rio was on his journey ho, he and his party was ambushed by dozens of cultivators at the Mortal Severing and Half Saint-Realm. The disciples and elders who accompanied were all killed. On his last battle throes, he was able to comprehend the Dual Sword Domain and managed to kill all of his enemies. However, he overexhausted himself and fractured his soul which caused him his life.
At that ti, Rea was only thirteen years old. Both she and Leya were devastated by Rio's death which caused Rea to be distant and Leya to be overprotective. His death also drived Randall to rampage over the sects involved and destroyed them all. Rembering such painful mories made his stern expression to turn into sorrow.
'Should I really let my daughter risk her life for this...?' Seeing her wife crying and pleading, Randall's heart pained and his will waned. He really wanted to remain adamant just like he used to but the mory of his son's death also dealt a huge blow to him.
After closing his eyes, he exhaled. "Huu..." Then, he looked into her wife's beautiful ruby eyes and stared at her like there was no other woman in the world, "Since my wife wills it is so, your husband shall follow."
"Really?! Honey, I love you so so much!" The tear filled Leya smiled in delight as she kissed him on the lips.
"Hm... I seem to rember soone telling she hates ." Randall teased.
"I... I was angry, okay. I'm sorry." Leya bashfully uttered.
"I know." Randall lowered his head and kissed his beautiful wife.
"Mmf..." The couple indulged themselves with the passionate kiss they shared. They slowly floated towards the bed while the windows suddenly closed by themselves. Their actions beca more passionate and intimate as ti went on. However, it did not last as a voice caused their sweet mont to be halted.
"Clan Head! We have urgent new to report for you!" A ssenger shouted hurriedly from the other side of the door.
"What is it?! Have I not told Ivan to tell you idiots to leave and my wife be for a while?!" Randall's rage was fueled by this insolent act of his subordinate. They were just getting to the good part as well. No wonder, he was angry! On the other hand, Leya chuckled on the sight of this.
"I'm very sorry, my lord. You may punish this ignorant one later. However, for now, we have more pressing matters. It's Miss Rea. She has been found..." The ssenger was just going to continue his report when Randall stopped him midway.
Randall's mood was already quite foul but he still managed to contain so of his anger. He scowled, "I am already aware of the location of my daughter because of the use of the True King Seal. She is sowhere near the Soaring Cloud City. If that is all you have to say, you are permitted to leave."
After saying the ssenger's dismissal, he turned to his wife and romantically said, "The nuisance is gone. My dear wife, where were we?"
"Oh, you. Hihi." Leya sweetly chucked as she was the one who initiated the kiss this ti.
"But my lord, this is where you are wrong. Miss Rea is..." The ssenger urged once more.
"Say another more word and I'll kill you!" Randall was in the verge of exploding as they were once again brilliantly disturbed by that ssenger.
"Umf..." The ssenger did not dare continue any longer for he really valued his life.
"Honey, you don't have to be so agitated. Seeing how anxious Omar is, we should at least listen to what he says. Besides, we can still continue tonight. I am quite in the good mood today because of your decision earlier." Leya cald her husband down and gently kissed him. She stood up and wore her robes as she fixed her hair.
Hearing her words, Randall sighed and straightened his robes. "Fine. We shall listen to his blabber."
Randall walked towards the door and opened it. He saw a middle aged man standing with his head faced down. He asked, "What did you say was wrong about what I said?"
The middle aged man quickly stood straightly and bowed respectfully. He did not utter one word but he did send a ntal ssage to Randall, 'It was nothing important, my lord. We will just wait when it is convenient for you.'
"Since I have already opened the door, I might as well hear what you want to say. Also, why are you speaking to telepathically? Are you playing a prank on ?" Randall inquired with a doubtful look.
'No, my lord. It is just that you told if I utter another word you will kill . So, I decided to answer lord using Spiritual Transmission. Aren't I smart, my lord?' Omar telepathically chided as he entered the room.
"You buffoon. Fine, I won't kill you if you speak. Now, what is the matter you wanted to report about? Did sothing happen to Rea?" Randall shook his head helplessly in front of this shaless man.
"Hahaha, I knew, my lord, won't kill . I ca here to tell you that Miss Rea just arrived in the camp several minutes ago and is safe. She is also preparing to enter the Immortal Tomb. But, milord seed to know that Miss Rea is safe and did not seem to worry. So, I thought that I ca here needlessly However, milord's approximation of the mistress' location seed to be off." Omar even smiled foolishly while he told the information to the husband and wife.
He thought that Randall would be happy to know his daughter arrived here and was about enter the tomb. He even thought he would be rewarded by reporting it but when he saw the dumbfounded faces of the couple, a foreboding feeling erged in his heart.
"What?! Rea is here?! Why didn't you say it any sooner?! Randall, co on! We have to stop Rea from entering the tomb! Now!" Leya ,who was smiling warmly at him earlier, beca even more fiercer than Randall and stord out of the room in an instant!
"Yes, my wife!" Randall quickly followed is wife and disappeared in an instant. Although it seed that he did not pay no more heed to Omar, he actually left a threatening telepathic ssage on Omar's Mind. 'If anything were to happen to Rea, I will hold you accountable.'
Omar was left on the room alone. He could not help but say, "Did I do sothing bad?"
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