The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 423: Getting More and More Busy

Nancy had a special pill on her—one that could unlock her potential and elevate her strength by two minor realms in a short time.

But the side effects were brutal.

Unless it was life or death, she would never consider taking it.

Unfortunately, it looked like John wasn't going to stop until she was dead. She had no choice.

Slap!

She crushed the small celadon bottle, about the size of a thumb, retrieved the pill, and popped it into her mouth.

Just as she was about to swallow it—

"John, stop!"

The voice was weak but firm.

It was Tracy.

Her face was pale, glistening with sweat. She had been listening from the room, clearly hearing everything that had happened outside.

Earlier, she had wanted to intervene when John and Steph clashed—but the unbearable pain had pinned her down.

It wasn't until just now that the pain finally subsided.

Just like that night a few days ago, she had endured it in silence.

Now that the pain was gone, she reabsorbed the Tripod of Cyan back into her body.

Hearing her voice, John jolted as if splashed with cold water.

The red glow in his eyes dimmed, the madness in them fading, and clarity returned.

He looked down, stunned at the scene before him.

He hadn't even realized what had taken over him.

All he knew was that when he saw Tracy in pain—and he couldn't help her—some wild fury exploded inside him.

Emotions had overwhelmed logic.

And with the Cinnabar Sect pushing his buttons, the pressure snapped him like a taut wire.

The result? Steph was dead.

But... did he feel guilty?

Not at all.

As far as John was concerned, Steph had brought it on herself.

Nearby, Nancy finally let out a long breath. With John calmed down, she spat out the pill she hadn't swallowed and looked over at Tracy, visibly surprised.

So... she's the one the Holy Fire Tripod of Queen Cyan has chosen?

It had already acknowledged her as its master, yet it was still hard to control at times.

Nancy frowned.

What a pity. I thought I was about to witness a truly chaotic battle. This ended far too quickly.

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Suddenly—

A smooth, mocking voice echoed nearby.

"Ha, what a shame. Just when things were getting interesting."

Nancy's expression darkened instantly.

She knew that voice.

John turned toward the source. A tall man in white approached slowly, his hands lazily fanning a delicate folding fan.

He wore a carefree smile, but the aura around him was cold and calculating.

John narrowed his eyes.

"It's getting more and more crowded," he muttered. "Interesting."

Nancy's tone turned frosty. "Young Master Feather. What are you doing here?"

Clearly, she didn't like him—possibly even hated him.

Young Master Feather offered a graceful, almost flirtatious smile. He flicked open his fan with a snap.

"The Holy Fire Tripod of Queen Cyan has been awakened," he said. "Naturally, it's not just your Cinnabar Sect that's interested. I'm curious too."

Nancy's face fell even further.

So he was after the Tripod as well.

But Young Master Feather didn't spare her another glance. His eyes landed on John, scanning him with intrigue.

"A cultivator like you outside the Alps Mountain... how curious."

He had witnessed John's battle with Nancy.

For someone so young to defeat a senior elder from Cinnabar Sect—without any forbidden pills—that was no small feat.

John had his attention now.

But more than that...

The moment Tracy stepped out of Feazer Medical Clinic, his gaze shifted.

She was breathtaking.

Even more radiant than the female cultivators of the Alps Mountain.

A woman's cultivation often refined her aura, enhancing beauty beyond the physical.

To Young Master Feather, it was like a rating system. If a woman was a 7 in looks, cultivation could push her up to 8.5.

Tracy? She was already above 9.6.

And that was only with her newly awakened cultivation.

As she grew stronger, her "score" would rise.

In his eyes, Tracy was a rare gem—both in strength and beauty.

With a smile full of hidden motives, he stepped forward and said, "You must be the one chosen by the Holy Fire Tripod. I am Young Master Feather. A pleasure to meet you."

Tracy said nothing.

She was too exhausted to engage in pleasantries.

She wasn't cold by nature. But she had no energy—and no interest in this man.

Her silence didn't faze him. He fanned himself lightly, grinning.

"Miss, the release of the Holy Fire Tripod has already stirred the Alps Mountain. You're in danger now."

He paused deliberately.

"Why not be mine? I'll protect you."

"Shameless!"

Another voice broke through.

A gaunt old man in a plain robe stepped out, a long sword strapped to his back. Several pale-faced young men and women followed behind him.

Among them was Jenifer—and the others who had barely escaped earlier.

The old man had brought them back.

He looked straight at Young Master Feather, eyes sharp.

"How dare you? The others are here for the treasure. But you—you're after both the treasure and the woman."

He scoffed. "How could Cloud School produce someone so despicable?"