My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 408 - 382: You’re Finally Awake

Hidden in the crowd, Elias Lennox’s fingers began to bleed. He murmured, "Impossible... Impossible... She’s already a true Son of God... She can’t die so easily..."

Alaric Winslow glanced at him and said flatly, "If she is a Son of God, she indeed won’t die so easily. But if we delay any longer, she really will die."

Beta Morgan’s head snapped up to look at him, asking in disbelief, "She’s not dead?"

"She’s currently in a state of suspended animation. Because she drew upon the Power of Heaven and Earth, the old master left her with one last breath. As for whether she can be saved, that’s up to fate!"

Alaric Winslow’s eyes were devoid of emotion. He suddenly raised his hand and struck directly at Elias Lennox and Howard Yamada.

The two of them immediately dropped to their knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Elias Lennox tried to resist, but his body felt as if it were bound by invisible shackles.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free.

His hair and pupils gradually lightened. To everyone’s astonishment, his power level began to climb until he could barely manage to extend an arm.

Alaric Winslow, inwardly shocked, whispered, "The Harrow Clan..."

Just then, Elias Lennox grabbed a Basic Supervisor.

His hand seemed to have a suction-like pull, continuously draining the "Power" from the supervisor’s body.

Anger finally surfaced on Alaric Winslow’s calm face as he swiftly struck out with his palm.

But Elias Lennox dodged, letting the Basic Supervisor take the full force of the blow.

"AHH—"

Caught between the two of them, the Basic Supervisor endured two different forces and screamed in agony.

The terrified onlookers quickly scrambled back.

Elias Lennox’s power level grew higher and higher, even breaking through to Intermediate Martial Venerate.

Alaric Winslow quickly retracted his hand, but Elias Lennox, now seeming as if he’d gone berserk, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed. "HAHAHA... You lackeys of The Holy Mountain, my Harrow Clan will definitely destroy you—"

With that, Elias Lennox’s figure vanished like a phantom as he fled.

"Stop—"

The Martial Affairs Bureau and the other Basic Supervisor immediately gave chase in the direction he fled.

Alaric Winslow watched him escape, suppressing the shock in his eyes, and hurried over to the Basic Supervisor who had collapsed on the ground.

He reached out to check for breath under his nose. He was still breathing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then raised a hand and pressed the man’s Energy Sea Acupoint. He turned to Beta Morgan and said, "Bring her and follow me."

***

In The Boreal Lands, there was a World of Ice.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but an icy mist, completely obscuring the path ahead.

If not for the experienced old boatman at the helm, it would be easy to get lost in the icy fog.

After an unknown amount of time, the view ahead suddenly cleared.

But the sky was still dark, filled with starlight. Crystal-clear icebergs, illuminated by the aurora, looked magnificent and surreal.

Alvin Morgan bent down and tightened the thick wool blanket around the girl, who looked as if she were sleeping peacefully.

Her body temperature was unnaturally cold, no longer like that of a living person. Silver had already begun to grow from the roots of her red hair.

"Is she still alive?"

Alvin Morgan looked at the vital signs displayed on Ditto Miles’s screen beside him and asked Alaric Winslow, who was sitting across from him, cultivating with his eyes closed.

Without opening his eyes, he replied flatly, "She is."

"How do we save her?"

"I don’t know..."

Alvin Morgan froze, the white frost on his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He didn’t know if he had made the right decision. He had brought her with him into this place, a supposed sanctuary for the Martial World, all for an illusory hope.

There seemed to be a special magnetic field here. Other than Ditto Miles, all the electronic devices he carried had basically stopped working.

He had lost all concept of time, as if he had entered a static dimension.

After an unknown amount of time, Alaric Winslow suddenly opened his eyes, rose, and walked out on deck.

Alvin Morgan immediately opened his eyes and looked out. Their boat seemed to have arrived before an iceberg.

The next moment, their boat was actually heading straight for the iceberg. Alvin Morgan’s face paled instantly, and he held Aurora Sinclair tightly.

Soon, darkness swallowed him, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

***

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a bed of ice. He was also dressed in a thin robe that prevented him from feeling the external cold.

"You’re awake?"

Alvin Morgan was instantly on guard, his eyes snapping up.

He saw Alaric Winslow seated in deep meditation on an ice platform not far away.

"Where is this? Where’s Aurora?" Alvin Morgan pressed his lips together, his voice low and heavy.

Without opening his eyes, Alaric Winslow replied coolly, "Thirty miles from the outskirts of The Holy Mountain. The Ancestor took her."

"Take me to her."

"Unless your strength reaches the level of a Martial Arts Master, you can’t go to that place."

Alvin Morgan’s face immediately darkened.

Alaric Winslow seemed to sense his mood and spoke again, "She is the one the Ancestor has been searching for. You don’t need to worry about her safety. You, on the other hand... with strength as low as yours, you’re not exactly safe here..."

Alvin Morgan’s pupils contracted sharply.

***

「Three years later—」

A violent roar suddenly echoed from deep within a glacier.

It was like a volcanic eruption or an earthquake, causing many figures to stop their martial cultivation, rise to their feet, and look toward the depths of The Holy Mountain.

"Who is on The Holy Mountain?"

Flint Winslow immediately darted toward the foot of The Holy Mountain. At the same time, a figure in green swiftly approached from another direction.

"Senior Brother, is Alaric having a breakthrough on The Holy Mountain?" A trace of doubt appeared on Flint Winslow’s face as he hurriedly asked the man in the green clothes.

Currently, the only person qualified to enter The Holy Mountain was his Senior Brother’s favorite disciple, Alaric Winslow. Because his talent was the greatest in the Winslow Clan, the Ancestor had given him special permission to enter.

But Jasper Winslow just smiled. "It’s probably not him..."

Flint Winslow’s gaze tightened, and his tone grew heavier. "If it’s not him, then did an outsider break in?"

"Three years ago, Alaric found the person the Ancestor was looking for."

"What?"

Flint Winslow’s hand, held behind his back, suddenly clenched into a fist. A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes.

Sensing the black mist around him growing thicker, Jasper Winslow sighed. "Junior Brother, do not be bound by obsession—"

But before he could finish, another terrifying wave of power surged from the depths of The Holy Mountain. This time, it was even more immense than the previous roar. The earth shook and the mountains swayed, and the very ground where they stood began to crack.

Flint Winslow’s gaze tightened, and his body shot forward.

"Junior Brother—"

Jasper Winslow’s expression changed drastically as he quickly gave chase.

The two of them quickly reached the foot of The Holy Mountain, but the barrier was still there.

Just then, a familiar figure slowly walked down from the mountain.

"Greetings, Master, Martial Uncle..."

Alaric Winslow raised his hands and bowed respectfully to the two of them.

Flint Winslow asked with a grim expression, "Alaric, are there any outsiders on the mountain?"

"Not an outsider. She is the Ancestor’s successor."

Flint Winslow froze as if in disbelief, his fists, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly.

As if fearing that the person on the mountain would notice Flint Winslow’s strange behavior, Jasper Winslow clapped him heavily on the shoulder and said with a smile, "This is a good thing, isn’t it, Junior Brother?"

He then raised both hands and bowed respectfully toward The Holy Mountain. "Congratulations to the Martial God Ancestor for finding a successor—"

Flint Winslow had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and also raise his hands in a bow.

Meanwhile, at the summit of The Holy Mountain.

A crystal-like figure slowly rose from a pile of shattered ice.

Her hair blended in with the surrounding snow, and her jet-black pupils were as pure and clear as black pearls.

Having just broken through, the residual power radiating from her shattered more of the nearby ice and snow.

"Aurora..."

A faint voice came from a nearby snowdrift.

Aurora Sinclair blinked, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Morgan?"

’How did he get up here? It’s so bitterly cold.’

She immediately rushed forward and slammed a fist into the ground, sending the thick snow on Alvin Morgan’s body flying high into the air.

It scattered away like a shower of petals.

Alvin Morgan shot to his feet and pulled her into a tight embrace, using so much force it seemed like he was pouring all the strength in his body into it.

"You’re finally awake."