The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 197: The Eldest Sister Wanted to Cultivate
Chapter 197 - 197: The Eldest Sister Wanted to Cultivate
John had already guessed it.
Queenie likely guessed it too.
At this point, Queenie added, "But I only guessed half of it. The other half came from Alice..."
She paused, a mischievous glint flashing in her beautiful eyes. She stared at John and said, "Don't think I don't know. During the two nights you went to Providence College to teach, Alice stayed with you."
John broke into a cold sweat.
It seemed Queenie had figured it out—he was a cultivator. That much was true.
After Queenie's interrogation, Alice had shared everything she knew, including the fact that John was a cultivator.
When Queenie first heard the news, she was stunned. She had suspected John might be a martial artist, but a cultivator? That was beyond her imagination.
John said, "Sister Queenie, do you remember what I told you on the first day we met? Now you see I wasn't lying."
On the first day they met, John had mentioned that he had been cultivating with an old monk on a mountain for many years. At the time, Queenie hadn't believed him and had dismissed it as fairy tales.
"It's all your fault," Queenie replied in a low voice. "Sometimes you said you stayed on the mountain for fifteen years, other times you said you were the King of Horizon. Which of these am I supposed to believe?"
John had left when he was five years old. Now, in his early twenties, if he had truly spent fifteen years on the mountain, how could he have possibly fought in the battlefield and earned the title of King of Horizon? It didn't add up.
Of course, Queenie hadn't believed him.
The truth was, John had omitted the five years he spent on the battlefield in his previous story. He hadn't expected Queenie to misunderstand it until now.
Noticing the plaintive look in Queenie's eyes, John gave a bitter smile. "So, it's all my fault?"
"Of course," Queenie replied, lifting her snow-white chin. "Little John, remember this: beautiful women never admit they're wrong."
John chuckled and teased, "Even if you don't admit your fault, it doesn't mean you didn't make one..."
As Queenie reached to pinch his ear, John quickly stopped her and said, "Queenie, if I tell you now that I really am the King of Horizon, will you believe me?"
Queenie stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly blinked and said meaningfully, "Do you think I'll believe it?"
"I believe you!" Jacob, who had been quietly listening, chimed in.
John turned with a darkened expression and smacked him lightly on the back of his head. "What good is your belief? You're just sitting on the fence!"
After a delicious lunch at Tate's house, Tate's attitude toward John had shifted considerably. He treated John like a VIP, constantly serving him with tea, water, and food.
Later, Tate warmly took John and the others for a tour around the garden he had designed himself.
In the afternoon, back at the Yeats family home, Queenie went to see John alone. She said, "Little John, you taught Alice how to cultivate. Why don't you teach me too?"
John looked at her in surprise. "Queenie, why are you interested in cultivation now?"
"What Alice said to me sounded interesting. I want to try it too."
She wouldn't tell John about her little secret. Just like when Alice had kissed John on one side of his face, Queenie had been bold enough to kiss him on the other side. It was all about fairness. The brother was for everyone.
John responded, "Alice must have told you that there are some issues with my cultivation method, right?"
"Yes!" Queenie nodded. "But I don't mind. I'm curious and want to experience what it feels like when a cultivator controls vital energy. Don't you want to teach me?"
John's lips curled into a smile. "Of course, I'd love to. But we're at the Yeats family home, and there might be too much distraction. Let's go to the River Apartment instead."
After bidding farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Yeats, they left for the River Apartment. Jacob had been about to follow them, but he was quickly swept up by Marcia for a "chat."
Back at the River Apartment, Queenie was fully prepared, brimming with anticipation.
John inserted a needle into a specific acupoint on her body, channeling vital energy to open her meridians. The process was the same as when he taught Alice how to cultivate.
Now, it all depended on Queenie's own talent.
For now, Emily hadn't condensed any vital energy because John hadn't discovered any other false crystals in his belly—except for Alice's.
John didn't know how long it would take for Queenie to condense her own vital energy.
After explaining everything he needed to, John left Queenie in the room to meditate. He retreated to the living room, where the moment he touched the sofa, a memory flashed in his mind. He recalled the night a few days ago when Alice had crawled around on the same sofa.
The memory was vivid.
A mischievous idea crossed his mind. He didn't know what would happen if he called Alice over right now.
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He couldn't resist. Without a second thought, John pulled out his phone and sent a message: "Sister Alice, come to the River Apartment tonight to assist with cultivation! Quickly!"
A few moments later, Alice replied: "My oldest sister found out what happened last time. She grounded me, so I won't go."
"Don't worry. Queenie won't be home these next two days. She won't know if you sneak away!"
Alice's reply came quickly: "Now that you mention it, I remember my sister took you to Rochester yesterday morning, but you still haven't come back. What's going on there? Were you inspecting the branch office, or are you doing something naughty without telling us?"
"Don't even mention it. She's met her own brother now. I'm out of favor."
"Haha, serves you right!"
"Stop gloating. Are you coming over tonight or not?"
"Well, just wait for me in bed!" Alice teased.
