The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 454 – It Was Difficult for Tracy to Learn the Scripture of Queen Cyan
Chapter 454 - 454 – It Was Difficult for Tracy to Learn the Scripture of Queen Cyan
Mark wanted to step in and say something, but after giving it some thought, he chose to stay silent. Since Faith was hell-bent on taking her anger out on John, he decided it wasn't worth interfering.
Besides, there was no way Faith could beat John.
After a moment of contemplation, Mark said, "If that's your decision, then go ahead. But I'll give you one kind reminder—don't come crying with regret afterward."
Regret?
Are you kidding me?
Faith was so blinded by rage that she didn't even register his warning. Her eyes turned razor-sharp again, slicing toward John like icy swords.
"You're unbelievably rude! You bald bastard! I'll give you three slaps as a lesson. That's not too much to ask, is it?"
"Not at all," John replied—calmly.
Completely unfazed, he added, "Three slaps? I can take them. But the question is—can you even land one?"
"You arrogant little—! I'll show you if I can!"
Without another word, Faith raised her hand and went in for the slap.
How dare she?
A flicker of cold light flashed in John's eyes.
He'd originally intended to let this slide, to give her face for Kate's sake. But if she insisted on pushing it... then he'd have no choice but to teach her a lesson.
And this time, he wouldn't hold back.
Just as the slap was about to fall—
"MARK!!"
A deafening shout suddenly exploded across the Cinnabar Sect.
Buzz!
The roar carried sword intent, powerful enough to make the sect's protective mountain array tremble.
It wasn't quite as earth-shaking as the pressure John had released before, but it still rattled everyone within the sect. Instantly, it drew attention.
Faith froze, her palm mid-air.
She turned, startled. The voice was fierce—and unmistakably hostile.
At the same moment—
John heard a faint, weak voice inside his mind.
"Little John..."
Tracy!
His eyes sharpened.
Tracy had just used her spiritual sense array to reach out to him. Alarmed, John turned to Nancy and said, "Take me to see my sister. Now."
Nancy's expression shifted instantly. Understanding what had happened, she nodded and said, "Follow me!"
The two of them hurried to leave.
But—
"Did I say you could go?"
Faith stormed forward, reaching to grab John's shoulder, refusing to let him leave so easily.
"Get lost! Don't test me right now!"
The moment Faith's palm made contact with John's shoulder, a wave of bone-chilling aura erupted from his body—colder and darker than her own.
He was too concerned about Tracy to waste any more time here.
Faith's heart skipped a beat.
That wasn't just cold energy—it was like a demonic force. A cold, evil spirit surged from him, surrounding her like a deadly fog.
"This guy..."
By the time Faith regained her senses, her hand was still frozen in mid-air.
John was already walking away, showing her nothing but his back.
She slowly pulled her hand back, frowning.
Mark, too, was in no mood to talk anymore. His face grew serious as he strode out of the hall, heading straight for the source of the shout.
Whoever dared to call him out so blatantly—and with sword intent, no less—was throwing serious disrespect in front of the entire Cinnabar Sect.
He had no choice but to respond.
Back of the Cinnabar Sect.
In a secluded area stood a stone chamber surrounded by a protective array—a forbidden zone. No one could enter without permission from the sect master or the elders.
John, as a non-disciple, wasn't technically allowed in. But because of his special status, Nancy led him inside without hesitation.
The chamber was spacious and well-ventilated, free of any oppressive feeling.
At its center stood a square stone wall, engraved with the scripture of Queen Cyan.
Standing before it was Tracy.
But her face looked pale—clearly weakened.
Comprehending the scripture of Queen Cyan was no easy task. It demanded absolute focus. Tracy had only just begun her first deep immersion when John's powerful aura had unintentionally disrupted her, pulling her out of the trance and injuring her in the process.
She didn't blame John. She had simply returned to it and started again.
The second attempt went far better. She had delved deeper, reaching the edge of comprehension.
But then—
Just as she was about to succeed, that thunderous shout shook the sect.
If it had just been ordinary sound, the chamber's barrier would've held. But this voice carried sword intent. That triggered the sect's mountain protection array, which then caused tremors throughout the entire Cinnabar Sect—including the restricted chamber.
The moment the vibration struck, it broke her concentration again.
The worst thing that could happen while comprehending the scripture of Queen Cyan was a sudden interruption.
This was her second time being disturbed—and the backlash from it was worse than before.
A heavy internal injury struck her body.
Her cyan tripod spun out uncontrollably and landed to the side, dimly glowing. Thankfully, the chamber's shield array prevented its aura from leaking out completely.
Nancy rushed forward, helping Tracy sit down and quickly fed her a healing pill. Then she turned to John and said, "Miss Linch has now been broken out of meditation twice. She'll need time to rest and recover before trying again."
John nodded solemnly.
There was no other option. Tracy had to fully comprehend the scripture. If she didn't, the cyan tripod's backlash would continue to harm her.
John clenched his fists. His heart twisted with guilt.
It's all my fault.
If I hadn't been so reckless that day... she would've succeeded the first time. And this wouldn't have happened again...
But now?
The man who interrupted her this time...
Unforgivable.
John turned to Nancy, voice cold and focused. "Elder Loop, please take care of my sister."
He narrowed his eyes.
"I have something to deal with—outside."
