The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King

From her description, it became clear that the key issue revolved around the cultivation method of Queen Cyan.

The reason Tracy Linch had been in such pain was her inability to receive the remnant of Queen Cyan's consciousness. And the reason she couldn't receive that remnant was simple—she didn't know the Scripture of Queen Cyan.

In other words, everything hinged on the scripture.

Since Queen Cyan was the founder of the Cinnabar Sect, it was only logical that the scripture would be preserved within the sect.

Without attempting to hide anything, Nancy Loop nodded and said, "There is a stone wall in our Cinnabar Sect that records the Scripture of Queen Cyan. But it depends on your own comprehension."

As she spoke, her eyes fell once again on Tracy Linch.

Since the Holy Fire Tripod of Queen Cyan had willingly chosen this girl as its owner, it was evident that she possessed extraordinary potential. Comprehending the scripture likely wouldn't be an issue for her.

John Lopez chuckled, clearly in a good mood. "Great. I'll bring my sister to visit your Cinnabar Sect in the Alps Mountains sometime."

Nancy Loop was momentarily speechless. She hadn't agreed to that yet—how could he speak as if the matter were already settled?

What a domineering man!

But she also knew she couldn't refuse. John Lopez was far too powerful.

"Very well," he said. "You may leave. I'm sorry for killing a disciple of the Cinnabar Sect, but if anyone dares to talk about what happened today... I don't mind killing a few more."

His cold gaze swept over the crowd—including Nancy Loop and Jenifer—sending chills down everyone's spine.

Nancy Loop was caught off guard.

She hadn't expected John Lopez to actually keep his word and let them go.

Was he really not a sorcerer?

She hesitated for a moment, then made a bold decision. She stepped forward and said, "Sir, to be honest... we didn't come here with malicious intentions."

"You said you wanted to kill me, but didn't mean it? That's a strange excuse," John Lopez replied, his tone playful.

"I was angry when I saw Steph Uran get killed," she said. "So I said that in the heat of the moment."

John laughed. "I think it wasn't just because I killed Steph Uran. It was because I embarrassed you in front of your sect's disciples, wasn't it?"

"Uh..."

Her face turned slightly red. Her thoughts had been completely exposed.

But she pushed on, "Our sect chief told us that if we couldn't retrieve the Holy Fire Tripod by force, we could instead invite this girl to join the Cinnabar Sect and train her as a key disciple."

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Her words made sense.

One way was to kill for the treasure. The other was to invite the holder of the treasure to join them. These were two entirely different approaches.

The Cinnabar Sect wasn't being unreasonable. It had simply acted in the interest of reclaiming the Holy Fire Tripod of Queen Cyan—a sect heirloom. That was understandable.

The misunderstanding had stemmed from Steph Uran. If he hadn't coveted the Excalibur from the beginning, John Lopez wouldn't have been so hostile to these people from the Alps Mountains.

So, Steph Uran had deserved to die.

With the misunderstanding cleared, John's tone softened. "I'll discuss it with my sister."

He had to go to the Cinnabar Sect regardless. Otherwise, Tracy Linch would continue to suffer from the unreceived consciousness of Queen Cyan. Whether or not she became a disciple would be up to her.

Nancy Loop was surprised by his reasonableness.

Despite his dominating presence, he wasn't the unreasonable brute she'd initially believed. It had been her first impression that misled her.

With a slight bow, she handed him a jade badge. "Sir, this is the identity token of our Cinnabar Sect. It contains engraved arrays linked to our sect's protective formation. When you enter the Alps Mountains, this will guide your way."

"You're so thoughtful. Thank you," John Lopez said, accepting the token.

The polite words caught Nancy Loop off guard. It felt surreal—like a devil politely thanking her. She had no idea how to respond.

Nancy Loop thanked him again for sparing her life, then turned to Jenifer and the others. "Take Steph Uran's body. And remember—don't speak a word of what happened today."

Not that she needed to say it. Everyone had already been terrified into silence by John Lopez's display of overwhelming power.

Who would dare talk?

After they left, John Lopez made quick work of the remaining corpses near Feazer Medical Clinic, burning them to ash with a flash of cyan light.

It was as if Gavin Wenson, Young Master Feather, and the middle-aged servant had never been there at all.

Once everything was dealt with, John turned his attention to Tracy Linch. He worried she might be overthinking what she'd seen, so he comforted her gently, "Sister, the world of cultivators is cruel. These people deserved what happened."

Tracy Linch nodded, her face pale. "I understand. No matter what you do, I'll support you."

She had always been kind—but kindness didn't mean naïveté.

She understood that leaving those people alive would only lead to more danger. So when John killed them, she didn't protest. She supported his choice.

John was relieved. Just the night before, Tracy had still been a doctor dedicated to saving lives. And now she had watched him kill three people—four, if you counted Steph Uran.

That was a heavy psychological burden for anyone.

Trying to shift her focus, he asked gently, "Tracy, the presbyter from the Cinnabar Sect said they'd like you to become a disciple. What do you think?"