SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

In the early light of dawn, the Frost family’s herb garden…

At the center of the herb garden Kent sat cross-legged on the Eternal Sacred Lotus of Milk Sea, an ethereal gift from the God of Music. The lotus glowed with a soft, white light, covering Kent as he entered a deep state of cultivation.

He is already at the peak of the Supreme Magus stage, but the path to the Half Sovereign stage still seemed distant.

Around him, the fire Kirin, Kavi and Phoenix Lady Ruby moved gracefully through the garden, feeding Kent’s many spirit pets. The two ladies were trying hard to grab the pets and feed them.

In one corner of the garden, the baby dragon was chasing Jabil, the serpent beast. The two were a common sight, always racing through the garden, but today something was different. Along with the dragon, a group of other pets of Kent joined the chase, their excited roars echoing through the herb garden as they ran in circles, trying to catch the elusive serpent.

Jabil cursed under his breath, darting between trees and bushes, his long body twisting and turning as he avoided the small dragon’s playful bites. “Why did I ever let this dragon get so used to this?!” he grumbled, dodging yet another playful pounce. “This is becoming my daily torment!”

Just then King Ragnar came to the herb garden to meet Kent. Dressed in his royal Frost family robes, his stern face softened as he observed the scene in the garden.

He had come looking for Kent, but seeing him in such deep cultivation, Ragnar paused. His icy blue eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the peaceful scene of the spirit beasts and the herbs that seemed to dance in the morning breeze.

After a few moments, Kent stirred. Slowly, his eyes opened. His gaze met Ragnar’s as he smiled slightly.

“What brings you here so early today, uncle?” Kent asked, his voice still calm but filled with curiosity.

Ragnar stepped forward, his heavy boots crushing the delicate grass beneath him. He looked around cautiously before speaking, as though the wind itself might carry his words to unwanted ears.

“The emperor has issued a command. He has summoned every king to gather at the Throne Hall of the palace on the upcoming lunar day. It’s likely related to the Trident Summit.” Ragnar said with a deep sigh, his brow furrowed.

Kent raised an eyebrow but remained silent, listening intently as Ragnar continued.

“There are rumors that many powerful families are gathering more and more Supreme Mages for the summit. I’m worried that our 20,000 Supreme Mages may not be enough in the real fight.” Ragnar admitted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Kent’s expression didn’t change. He stood up from the lotus, his eyes flickered with a sharp light as he spoke.

“Uncle, you don’t need to worry about the numbers. I will stand at the front of our 20,000 Supreme Mages. The Trident Summit is ours to dominate.” Kent said, his voice firm, resonating with the weight of his resolve.

Ragnar sighed deeply, but a flicker of pride touched his face. He knew Kent’s strength and potential, but the summit was a different matter altogether. However, there was more on his mind.

“That’s not the only problem. My brother… your father… He will not sit by idly. He’ll create problems for you. You must be cautious.” Ragnar said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

Kent’s eyes narrowed slightly, already expecting such a scenario. His father’s ambitions were well known, and Kent had never expected any less.

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“That was already expected,” Kent replied.

He reached into his spirit ring and pulled out a pendant—an intricately carved lion’s head made of gold. “But I have something that may change the game.”

Ragnar’s eyes locked onto the pendant, confusion crossing his face.

“What is that?” Ragnar asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. “It looks like something related to the royal family, but I don’t know its exact use.”

“This is the key to the royal treasury. Grandma got it for me when she escaped the palace all those years ago. Now I want to take everything from the treasury without leaving any metal.” Kent said, holding up the pendant for his uncle to see.

For a moment, Ragnar stood in stunned silence, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“What?!” Ragnar exclaimed, his shock evident. “Are you serious, Kent? How can you even think of robbing the royal treasury? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Your mother would never allow it.”

Kent chuckled lightly, unfazed by his uncle’s reaction.

“I’ve already secured mother’s permission,” Kent replied casually, his tone full of confidence. “Now, I just need to figure out the best way to reach the treasury. Uncle, you grew up in the palace. Surely, you know of some secret paths?”

Ragnar’s face twisted in disbelief. He couldn’t fathom Kent’s audacity. The idea of robbing the entire royal treasury was reckless, to say the least. But as he stared at his nephew, he could see the determination in Kent’s eyes—a determination that could not be easily swayed.

“If this is truly what your mother wishes, I will tell you what I know.” Ragnar muttered, shaking his head in resignation.

He stepped closer to Kent, lowering his voice. “There are two secrets I know about the royal treasury,” Ragnar began, his tone somber.

“First, there’s a hidden path connected to the room of the Emperor, a Lion painting. But the path can only be accessed by someone of the emperor’s bloodline.”

Kent listened carefully, nodding as he processed the information.

“The second secret is that the seventh room of the treasury contains a powerful spirit. This spirit guards the most valuable treasures, and if it’s disturbed, the entire capital will know. Worse still, the spirit will only allow the current patriarch to step inside.” Ragnar explained in detail.

Kent’s smile widened, his mind already racing with possibilities.

“Thank you for the information, uncle,” Kent said, his voice laced with gratitude. But before Ragnar could respond, Kent reached into his spirit ring again and pulled out a small, shimmering glass pearl. The moment Ragnar saw it, his face turned pale.

“The Central Mountain’s Radiant Sun Pearl…” Ragnar whispered, his voice trembling. “Where did you get that?”

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