In Shi Hao’s heart, there lay a tender spot, forever remembering a lively, kind-hearted little girl. When he was at his lowest—immobile, his mind and memories blurred—many in the Martial King’s Manor had abandoned him. No one cared, no one stayed by his side, only the cold bed remained. Back then, a young girl named Amanda had stood by his sickbed, tears in her eyes, constantly reminding him not to forget—he was a supreme being, a born prodigy!
Amanda, originally a descendant of servants, was naturally intelligent and had been allowed into the inner quarters to care for Shi Hao. When he “fell ill,” his life hanging by a thread, those enthusiastic cousins and clansmen who once prophesied his meteoric rise began to distance themselves. Only Amanda remained, tending to him faithfully.
Through the Willow God’s revelation, Shi Hao vividly recalled those scenes—the fickleness of human nature, the coldness of the world. When he lost his supreme bone and became a dying invalid, he tasted the bitterness of betrayal.
Years had passed. He wondered how Amanda was now, whether she was well. There had been a promise between them—when his memories blurred and his mind faltered, she had begged him not to forget her name.
“Amanda, I’ve returned. This time, I’ve come to take you away from the Martial King’s Manor,” Shi Hao murmured, his face tinged with nostalgic sorrow yet alight with the hopeful smile of one about to reunite with family.
The imperial capital was in chaos. The battle at the Rain Clan’s Manor had shaken the entire city, leaving everyone stunned. Not everyone had witnessed it firsthand—many had only just heard the news, their jaws dropping in disbelief.
After the Great Demonic God’s rampage, the Rain Clan’s Manor had been torn apart once again, vast courtyards reduced to ruins. Even the divine edicts of the Rain God had been devoured in pieces—utterly fantastical!
At first, few could believe it—a mere teenager had orchestrated such a spectacle, shocking the world!
“The Rain Clan is truly cursed—twice now, their manor has been breached. Their once-great reputation is in tatters.”
“First, they provoked the Great Demonic God, boasting they’d clean house for the Martial King. Then they angered that universally despised holy terror. And look at the consequences—karma strikes back.”
Despite the astonishment, many marveled at the holy terror’s audacity. Even knowing of his unparalleled talent, none had expected him to storm the Rain Clan’s Manor alone and achieve such an earth-shattering feat.
Now, major factions were scouring the land for this ruthless boy who had opened ten heavenly passages—hailed as the Young Supreme! A prodigy who had stepped out of the Void God Realm and into the limelight, a figure worth recruiting for any great power. If he survived, his future would be limitless!
Of course, there were those with ill intentions—like the ancient Tuoba Clan and the Four Great Families—secretly investigating, seeking any chance to eliminate him.
Amid the capital’s turmoil, Shi Hao arrived before a grand manor, staring blankly. Was this where he had been born? White jade steps flanked by auspicious beasts, vermilion gates, a majestic estate—more imposing than the Rain Clan’s Manor. Yet all it had left him was pain and illness. He had stayed less than a year before leaving, his father carving a bloody path to protect him.
The memory chilled him. Back then, his grandfather’s old comrades and his father’s allies had been reassigned, leaving the manor a cold, lonely fortress.
Only Amanda had warmed his heart.
“Hey, kid, you’ve been standing here long enough. State your business or move along,” a guard at the manor’s entrance called out.
Shi Hao was surprised—no arrogance, just a neutral tone. Not what he’d expected.
“I thought you’d chase me off,” he chuckled self-deprecatingly.
“In the past, you would’ve been. But after the Fifteenth Master’s return, guards who mocked him were all dismissed,” the guards explained.
“Ah, that explains it,” Shi Hao murmured.
“You’re actually here to visit?” one guard asked skeptically.
“Yes. I’m entering the Martial King’s Manor,” Shi Hao stated calmly.
“Who are you—?” they began, puzzled.
Just then, chaos erupted in the street as manor disciples rushed back in panic.
“What’s the commotion?” a general barked.
“Disaster at the Rain Clan’s Manor! Their divine edicts were eaten! We came to report—” One disciple suddenly spotted Shi Hao. “You—why are you here?” he gasped.
News of the Rain Clan’s downfall had spread, but details were still being gathered.
“Heavens! The holy terror is in our manor?!” the group shrieked.
Even the general stepped back, eyeing Shi Hao warily.
“You’re here to… visit?” they stammered. This was a killer—was he here to demolish their manor too?
Shi Hao remained calm, assuring them he wasn’t there to fight. The general, composed, invited him inside to wait while they reported.
The situation was grave. Everyone treated him as a threat, absurd as it seemed for a mere teenager to evoke such tension.
After a moment, Shi Hao vanished, slipping deeper into the manor. He feared the Rain Clan might alert Shi Zi Teng of his identity, complicating Amanda’s retrieval.
Moving like a shadow, he navigated the manor flawlessly, heading for his old quarters.
“Where does Amanda live?” he asked a servant.
“That way, but—” The servant gaped as Shi Hao disappeared in a blur.
“Amanda! It’s Shi Hao! I’ve come for you!” He burst into a quiet courtyard.
A young woman looked up, startled.
“You’re not Amanda. Where is she?” Shi Hao sensed it instantly.
“Amanda was taken by the Fifteenth Master. She left long ago and never returned,” the girl replied swiftly, though pale-faced.
“Why do you look so shocked?” Shi Hao pressed.
“Are you… really Young Master Shi Hao?” she whispered.
“You know me?”
“Amanda often spoke of you. She said you’d return, that you’d remember her.”
Warmth flooded Shi Hao’s heart as he sat on a stone stool, absorbing the courtyard’s tranquility. Amanda had believed in him when the entire manor thought he’d die.
“Amanda…” he murmured, recalling her bright eyes and lovely face. She must’ve changed much over the years.
Relief washed over him—she was safe, taken by his grandfather.
“Why?” he asked.
The girl, sharp-witted, explained: “The Fifteenth Master learned of her care for you. She’s brilliant, a hidden genius. He took her away.”
“Amanda’s strong?” Shi Hao smiled.
“Very. A genius the clan kept secret. She even warned the Fifteenth Master during his battle with the spider, catching his attention.”
The girl chattered on, clearly close to Amanda.
Shi Hao reminisced—Amanda had always been wise beyond her years. Though he hadn’t found her today, the news was good.
“You’re really… the Young Master Amanda spoke of?” the girl ventured.
“Yes.”
“Heavens! The born supreme!” Her mind reeled—a boy long thought dead had returned?
“Where did my grandfather take Amanda?”
“I don’t know.”
Suddenly, the manor erupted in chaos, spilling into the streets.
“What’s happening?”
“That holy terror entered the manor and vanished! They’re on high alert!”
Indeed, the manor was in uproar. The killer had come—then disappeared. Tension spiked.
Shi Hao strode toward the main hall. The moment he appeared, a crowd surrounded him, weapons drawn.
From one direction came Shi Zi Teng, flanked by followers. From another, a group of elders—clearly at odds with him.
“This is the boy from the Void God Realm, the one who caused uproars and just wrecked the Rain Clan’s Manor,” someone muttered.
Eyes locked onto him, wary.
“He opened ten heavenly passages? Broke Shi Yi’s records?”
“Exactly!”
The reactions varied—Shi Zi Teng’s faction glared coldly, while the elders seemed both amazed and regretful. The Martial King’s Manor could’ve had its own supreme youth… had he not been lost.
“Brave of you—after the Rain Clan, you dare trouble us?” someone beside Shi Zi Teng sneered.
“Who are you?” another demanded.
“I am Shi Hao!” His voice thundered through the manor, echoing beyond its walls. No disguise, no hesitation.
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