My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 267 - 259: Marshall Lowell’s Challenge, Grave Danger

The vast Kaelan Mountains were covered in endless ice and snow for thousands of miles.

Ronan Warner and Leigh Miles followed the limping Snow Wolf King to the place where Master Aerion had met his end.

The area was buried under a thick blanket of snow, with no signs of life.

The sky began to darken as fat snowflakes drifted down, as if in mourning.

"Sob, sob... Master..."

Leigh Miles knelt on the ground, digging frantically at the snow, but there was nothing but more snow beneath.

"Leigh Miles, let’s go..."

"Master is right below us. He’s waiting for me to save him."

Leigh Miles’s hands were already purple from the cold, but she kept digging madly as if she couldn’t feel a thing.

Seeing this, Ronan Warner struck the back of her neck with the side of his hand and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

The Snow Wolf King led its pack, following them toward Sunstone.

Suddenly, a bright flare shot up into the sky.

Ronan Warner’s expression changed drastically, and he quickened his pace.

Down below, Marshall Lowell’s eyes lit up with joy. He roared with laughter and said to the men behind him, "Let’s go. Up to Sunstone."

Meanwhile, Alvin Morgan and Benjamin Morgan had arrived in Kenton, only to see many people from the Ancient Martial Families at the airport. The Vance and Lowell Families were the most numerous.

"Sir, they’re making their move."

Alvin Morgan’s face was expressionless as he got into a car and headed toward Sunstone.

On Sunstone Mountain, Marshall Lowell stood at the village entrance, looking at the dozens of villagers armed with farming tools. He chuckled, "I’m here to see Master Aerion."

The village chief, smoking his pipe, looked at him with none of his usual kindness. "Sir, I must ask you to leave!"

Marshall Lowell’s face darkened slightly as he instantly unleashed the pressure of a Great Martial King.

The chief and the villagers looked startled, circulating their Power to resist.

His voice, laced with Power, reached every one of their ears. "I have come to challenge for the Guardian Token."

With every word he spoke, the pressure of his Power intensified.

By the time he finished speaking, only the village chief was still barely standing.

"Everyone, stand aside!"

The village chief’s body finally collapsed.

"This isn’t a place you can just come to."

A gruff voice came from ahead.

Marshall Lowell’s brow furrowed as he looked up.

A tall man in a Daoist robe was leaning against the stone monument at the village entrance, watching him.

He was a mess. His hair and beard hadn’t been groomed in a long time, and his robes were so wrinkled they looked like they’d been pulled from some dusty corner.

His eyelids drooped as he yawned, looking as if he had just woken up.

And next to him rested a piece of wood as tall as a man.

A hint of caution appeared in Marshall Lowell’s eyes.

’The four great Hidden Sects each have their own unique skills. This must be the Sect Leader of the Myriad Machina Sect, Quentin Stone.’

The Myriad Machina Sect was famous for its unpredictable contraptions. It had the most disciples, and its influence spread across the globe.

He didn’t seem to have any fluctuations of Power, but he was not a person to be trifled with.

"Sir, I have only come to challenge for the Guardian Token today."

Marshall Lowell didn’t want to offend him, so his attitude became more reserved.

Quentin Stone dug a finger into his ear and casually flicked it clean.

"The Guardian is in seclusion. Come back another day!"

Marshall Lowell’s face fell completely. "Sir, according to the rules of the Martial World, when a challenge is issued, it must be answered."

"Marshall Lowell, Sunstone is sacred ground. How dare you act so presumptuously here?"

Ronan Warner finally arrived, bringing a chill with him. He shoved the unconscious Leigh Miles into a villager’s arms.

Seeing him, Marshall Lowell knew the man in black had succeeded and was secretly overjoyed.

"Sect Leader Warner, it’s the rule of the Martial World that the Guardian Token belongs to the strongest in the land. Two hundred years ago, Sunstone defeated my Lowell ancestor to win the Token. Now, I have come to challenge on behalf of the Lowell Family. What’s wrong with that?"

"Exactly! When the Radiant Void Sect came to challenge the Lowell Family back then, we didn’t stop them. What is the meaning of this, Sunstone?"

"Or are you too scared to accept the challenge?"

The elites of the Lowell Family echoed the sentiment.

Ronan Warner’s face was ashen as he clenched his fists, glaring at Marshall Lowell.

Quentin Stone suddenly laughed. The Power within him broke through Marshall Lowell’s domain of Power and struck directly at the Lowell elites behind him. "Since ancient times, Sunstone and the Hidden Sects have supported each other. In that case, I will face you first on the Guardian’s behalf."

The pressure of an Advanced Martial King made the Lowell elites tremble. Those of a lower Level found their legs giving out, and they collapsed to their knees.

Marshall Lowell’s eyes darkened. ’I didn’t expect Sunstone’s strength to be so well-hidden. To think they still have a Martial King.’

"In that case, you leave me no choice."

The two of them shot toward the summit of Sunstone Mountain.

The Lowell elites and the villagers stood facing each other, warily on guard.

Along with the roaring from the mountaintop, the energy radiating from the summit was terrifying.

A battle between High Rank Martial Cultivators was comparable to modern warfare.

Suddenly, Marshall Lowell’s booming voice echoed from the summit. "Hahaha... So this is all Sunstone amounts to!"

Down on the mountainside, the eyes of the Lowell Family members lit up, and they stared at the Sunstone villagers like tigers eyeing their prey.

Ronan Warner clutched the Jade Token in his hand and dashed toward the apothecary’s garden.

Inside the Apothecary’s Hut, Beta Morgan was watching with a terrified heart as a dozen majestic Wolves of the Kaelan Mountains lay resting not far away.

’The white-furred Wolf King in the center must be the Snow Wolf King Aurora mentioned—Whitlock.’

Suddenly, the Snow Wolf King stood up, its gaze fixed on the courtyard gate. Startled, Beta Morgan quickly reached for his waist.

When he saw it was Apothecary Warner, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kid, it’s time to wake her up."

Hearing this, Beta Morgan’s heart leaped into his throat again. Remembering what his master had said, he immediately blocked the door. "No, she can’t know about this."

Ronan Warner sent him flying with a palm strike. "The affairs of Sunstone are not for outsiders to interfere in."

"No..."

Just as Beta Morgan was about to step forward, a white figure forced him to a halt.

The Snow Wolf King bared its fangs, its body low to the ground.

Ronan Warner glanced at him with a stern face.

"Tell your Young Master that she is an eagle that soars through the heavens, not a canary kept in a cage."

***

On the summit, Marshall Lowell looked down at Quentin Stone, whom he had pinned under his foot. He felt his blood boil, and a faint red glow appeared in his eyes.

"So Sunstone has a day like this... Hahaha..."

Quentin Stone was now suffering from severe internal injuries, his mouth covered in blood.

He stared at the man before him in utter shock.

’His strength has increased too quickly!’

’He’s actually broken through to the Great Martial King Realm.’

After laughing, Marshall Lowell bent down and stared at him with bloodshot eyes. "Since Master Aerion isn’t coming back, you’ll have to do."

His hands shot out, striking several of Quentin Stone’s acupoints. As if possessed, he began to draw the Power from his opponent’s dantian.

Quentin Stone was horrified and immediately focused his mind to protect his core.

"You... you’re actually... practicing an Evil Skill..."

"Hahaha... Today is the day you die..."

Quentin Stone struggled desperately to protect his Power, but his consciousness gradually began to fade.

The Power within him grew increasingly uncontrollable.

Finally, he lost consciousness.

Seeing this, Marshall Lowell stood up with a look of regret and kicked the unconscious body under his foot off the mountain.

He leaped into the air and dove toward a certain courtyard like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Inside the courtyard, Ronan Warner was sitting in a chair, holding a teacup and seemingly drinking tea calmly.

In his other hand, he held the Jade Token that symbolized the Guardian’s status.

Marshall Lowell’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t advance.

A dozen ferocious Wolves of the Kaelan Mountains stood before Ronan Warner.

"What is the meaning of this?" The red glow in Marshall Lowell’s eyes deepened, and his Power completely enveloped the courtyard.

Ronan Warner circulated his Power to resist.

The fur on the Wolves of the Kaelan Mountains stood on end, and they bared their teeth at him.

"The Guardian is in seclusion. Come back another day..."

Ronan Warner was only a Grandmaster, and he was nearly suffocating under the pressure.

"BANG—"

A gunshot rang out as a bullet shot out from the Apothecary’s Hut.

But the bullet was twisted into scrap metal in mid-air and fell to the ground.

"Heh... there’s another little bug." Marshall Lowell quickly struck out with his palm.

A muffled grunt was heard, and then silence fell within the hut.

Marshall Lowell looked at Ronan Warner, a smile playing on his lips. "Ronan Warner, Sunstone’s time is up. If you lead the Warner Family in surrendering to the Lowells, I can spare your life."

The Power weighing down on Ronan Warner grew heavier.

Ronan Warner gasped for breath, glaring at him furiously. "In your dreams—"

The wolf pack leaped at his cry, and Marshall Lowell moved to intercept them.

Soon, the Wolves of the Kaelan Mountains were sent flying one by one, their howls of pain incessant.

Ronan Warner was anguished. "Marshall Lowell, the Guardian will not forgive you!"

"Hahaha... Ronan Warner, he’s never coming back. Not even a Great Martial King could break through those thousands of miles of ice."

"You... It was you..." Ronan Warner pointed at him in shock.

"That’s right, it was me... a pity no one but me knows this secret."

Marshall Lowell rushed forward, grabbed him by the neck, and gloated, "The avalanche in the Kaelan Mountains was no accident, hahaha..."

His unrestrained laughter pushed Ronan Warner’s fury to its peak.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped dead.

There was a massive "BANG—"

The entire roof of the Apothecary’s Hut exploded.

An incredibly fast figure leaped out from within.

Silver hair danced in the air...