Chapter 310: I Am Shi Hao

“My name is Shi Hao.”

Just four simple words, yet they struck like a thunderbolt, causing some in the crowd to pale and stagger back, their pupils contracting sharply as they fixed their gazes upon him. A few remained bewildered—those born later or newly arrived servants who knew nothing of the past.

Outside, whispers spread like wildfire. Many sensed that something monumental was about to unfold in the Martial King Manor. Otherwise, why would such a proclamation shake the very heavens?

“You… said your name is Shi Hao?” An elder’s voice trembled, his snow-white beard quivering as he stared at the youth before him.

As for those of Shi Yi’s faction, their faces twisted in shock, as if they had seen a ghost. They could scarcely believe their eyes, their bodies shuddering involuntarily as a chill crept into their hearts.

That name—it carried too much weight. A storm was coming.

“Is… the name Shi Hao really that special?” A teenager muttered, confused, nudging the person beside him.

“Quiet!” The young man beside him hissed, glancing around before lowering his voice. “Have you forgotten? The ‘Hao’er’ the Fifteenth Elder spoke of—that’s him! The great battle not long ago was because of him!”

“What? Hao’er is him?!” The younger generation and those unaware of the past gaped in disbelief.

Years ago, tragedy had struck the Martial King Manor. Those who knew the truth understood; those who didn’t would never be told. The incident had been sealed away, forbidden to speak of.

Now, the name Shi Hao—once a taboo—sent shockwaves through the manor.

“I am Shi Hao.” His voice rang clear and unwavering, like a dragon’s roar echoing through the skies.

“The Fifteenth Elder’s descendant? Am I dreaming? That child… still lives?” Another elder trembled, his blood surging with emotion.

Meanwhile, Shi Zi Teng’s faction stood frozen, their faces ashen. Some even paled, their unease palpable. Even Shi Zi Teng himself lost his usual composure, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the youth before him.

“Impossible! That child died long ago! Who are you, daring to impersonate him in our Martial King Manor?” A cold glint flashed in the eyes of an elder from Shi Yi’s faction.

“Truly, troubled times bring out all manner of vermin,” another sneered. “To think someone would dare deceive us here. Seize him!”

Many in the faction understood—they could never acknowledge his identity. The only solution was swift execution.

“What are you doing?!” Several elders from the opposing side roared, their fury like that of aged lions.

“He’s impersonating a dead member of our house, clearly with ill intent. What’s wrong with apprehending him?” a middle-aged man countered sharply.

“I haven’t even stated my purpose here, yet you’re already sentencing me?” Shi Hao asked calmly.

“You came under a false name—that’s crime enough!”

“You asked for my name, and I answered truthfully. Does that alone make me guilty? Or are you simply afraid?” Shi Hao remained unshaken.

The manor fell silent as the crowd watched intently. Many who remembered the past studied him, trying to reconcile the frail child of memory with the youth before them.

“We’ve heard you came to the capital with hidden motives, intending to stir chaos among the noble houses,” someone accused.

A comrade of the Fifteenth Elder bellowed, “Who’s the one with hidden motives here? Can’t you even let him speak?”

Shi Hao smiled faintly. “You claim I sought to disrupt the noble houses. Can you name one?”

The accuser faltered, realizing the trap—the only house Shi Hao had “disrupted” was the Rain Clan’s, tied inextricably to the past.

“Let me tell you. Just moments ago, I tore down the Rain Clan’s manor!” Shi Hao’s voice turned icy. “You know why.”

The middle-aged man flinched under his gaze, his bravado crumbling.

“You all know what happened back then. The Rain Clan owes me a debt!” Shi Hao’s words rang like blades, striking fear into many hearts.

“You lie! You’re not that child!” someone from Shi Zi Teng’s side shouted.

A veteran of the Fifteenth Elder’s faction remained calm. “Open your eyes. Look at his features—do you not see Zi Ling in him? The resemblance to the Fifteenth Elder?”

The crowd stirred. Upon closer inspection, the resemblance was undeniable.

“I believe it’s him! Hao’er has returned!” an elder cried out.

“Yes, it’s him! Heaven has finally done right by us!” another voice echoed, thick with emotion.

Chaos erupted in the Martial King Manor. Every figure of importance rushed forth, even those in seclusion.

Shi Zi Teng’s faction stood grim-faced. Today’s events had struck like lightning, leaving them speechless.

“Look at him—he’s Zi Ling’s blood!”

“Shi Hao—the ‘holy terror’ of the Void God Realm! The one who opened ten heavenly passages! A true young supreme!”

The manor erupted anew. Young and old alike trembled at the realization—they had overlooked his true identity. A young supreme stood among them!

“Shi Yuan, what more can you say? Would a young supreme need to impersonate anyone?”

Shi Zi Teng’s faction fell silent.

The manor had split into two clear factions, tension thick between them. The return of a child long thought dead had thrown everything into turmoil.

“If he is indeed that child, let him return to the family. A joyous occasion,” an elder from Shi Zi Teng’s side said dismissively.

“Joyous?” Shi Hao’s voice was cold. “You speak as though this is some grand favor to me?”

The elder remained impassive. “What more could you want? Rejoining your lineage is cause for celebration.”

“A favor? Gratitude? You treat me like a beggar!” Shi Hao’s eyes flashed.

“What do you intend?” The elder’s tone turned frigid.

“You think yourselves above me? Where is Shi Yuan? I heard my grandfather crippled him.” A mocking smile played on Shi Hao’s lips.

Shi Yuan, Shi Zi Teng’s grandfather, had been a pillar of their faction. His crippling had been a deep humiliation. Now, Shi Hao’s disdain sent waves of anger through their ranks.

“Shi Zhong He, know your place!” a veteran of the Great Demonic God’s faction roared. “After what you did to this child, how dare you speak so condescendingly?”

“Uncle Eighteen, no need for anger,” Shi Zi Teng interjected smoothly. “Hao’er’s return is cause for celebration.”

“You think I came back to rejoin this family?” Shi Hao asked.

“What else?” Shi Zhong He countered coldly.

“My return needs no approval from you.” Shi Hao’s gaze was piercing. “Your so-called family glory means nothing to me.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even the Great Demonic God’s old comrades frowned at such words.

“Do you even hear yourself? Who are you to speak this way?” Shi Zhong He snapped.

“Why shouldn’t I? I severed ties with the Martial King Manor the day you drove my father away!” Shi Hao’s voice was steel.

Silence fell. The injustice done to Shi Zi Ling’s line was undeniable.

And now—this child, hailed as a young supreme, needed no favors from the Martial King Manor. With but a word, countless great powers, even the ancient divine mountains, would bow to recruit him.

His future was limitless. He could contend for the very throne of the Stone Nation!

The Martial King Manor was beneath him.

Outside, the world held its breath. The Great Demonic God’s Hao’er had returned?

Rumors had long swirled—that the Great Demonic God’s grandson was a born supreme, lost to treachery, sparking the previous war.

Now, Shi Hao stood revealed, and the capital trembled.

“If you won’t rejoin the family, why return at all?” Shi Zhong He demanded.

“I am Shi Hao, the born supreme whose bones were stolen in infancy and grafted into Shi Yi!” His voice shook the heavens, laying bare the truth for all to hear. “Today, I come for justice!”

The revelation exploded across the capital like a hurricane. Though whispers had existed, none had known the full truth—until now.

The storm had arrived.