My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 168 - 162: The Lowell Martial King and the Invitation
Ronan Warner paused. "Aren’t you worried the Morgans will steal your disciple away? I hear Dawn Miles is getting very close with that kid from the Morgan family."
Emil Warner had previously reported to him about Aurora Sinclair’s activities in Kingsford. It seemed that the Young Master of the Morgan Family, Alvin Morgan, had taken a liking to her. He not only protected her in every possible way in Kingsford but had also ruined a Great Martial Master for her sake.
Although the Warner Family had been the ones to act, it was at Alvin Morgan’s behest.
Master Aerion took a sip of tea and replied coolly, "Dawn Miles knows her limits."
"Matters of the heart are unpredictable. She grew up in the mountains and hasn’t met many men. Now that she’s at an age where romance blossoms, it’s inevitable she might develop a crush..."
But before he could finish, a hole instantly appeared in the teacup in Ronan Warner’s hand.
Ronan Warner, startled, dropped the cup and frantically shook his hand, crying out in anguish, "My Zisha teacup..."
But Master Aerion had already stood up. His tone was exceedingly placid as he said, "That day will never come."
Ronan Warner, who was wiping the water from his hand, froze. His brows furrowed deeply.
***
Twenty kilometers from Sunstone, in Sunstone Town, stood a low-key, ancient residence.
The main gate was an ordinary wooden door, with a plaque in an ancient script that read: The Lowell Residence.
A powerful figure pushed the door open and entered, startling the gatekeeper inside.
"Old Family Head..."
Wyatt Lowell leaped up from his wooden chair, his eyes shining as he looked at him.
The Old Family Head had come to Sunstone to break through to the level of Martial King. He had been gone for over twenty days with no word, which had made them extremely worried.
But Sunstone was a special place. If they went up the mountain rashly, they might be treated as invaders. The Guthrie Family’s case from years ago was a prime example: the person who had tried to force Flora Guthrie’s hand was struck down the mountain, his martial arts completely crippled.
"I have returned!"
Marshall Lowell roared with laughter, and with his laugh, the branches of the trees in the courtyard began to shake violently.
The pressure in the courtyard mounted, and the other Lowells suddenly felt a powerful and terrifying force surrounding them.
Their bodies trembled slightly, and they felt an urge to flee.
Wyatt Lowell shouted excitedly, "You’ve broken through... to Martial King?"
Marshall Lowell smiled and nodded. He retracted his released "Power," then suddenly struck out with his palm. With a loud BOOM, the large drum hanging not far away burst into pieces.
’This...’
Everyone was stunned, and then their eyes filled with ecstasy.
’To project his "Power" from a distance... he could wound people without a trace.’
’That kind of Strength is too terrifying!’
Marshall Lowell felt an inexhaustible strength coursing through his body. He could even clearly perceive the breathing and fluctuations of "Power" from people outside the courtyard.
He laughed heartily as he walked inside and sat down.
Wyatt Lowell immediately had someone prepare tea—a top-grade Taiping Houkui, briefly steeped in eighty-degree mountain spring water.
The delicate aroma of the tea filled the entire room, invigorating the spirit.
Marshall Lowell picked up his teacup, took a satisfied sip, and asked calmly, "Has anything been happening in Kingsford recently?"
Wyatt Lowell bowed slightly, recounting the recent events in Kingsford one by one as if listing family treasures. When he got to Aurora Sinclair, his pace slowed slightly.
"A while ago, a C-level criminal from the Martial Affairs Bureau escaped to Arcadian University and was mentally incapacitated by the Sinclair Family’s young lady. When they later tested her Combat Power, they discovered she was a Great Martial Master."
Marshall Lowell’s hand, holding the teacup, paused. He asked with interest, "How old is she?"
"Eighteen."
"That young?" Marshall Lowell set down his teacup, a trace of surprise on his face. "Her talent is quite good."
"The Family Head personally tested her martial arts aptitude. She endured the S-level mode for over thirty minutes."
This time, Marshall Lowell was no longer calm. He stared at Wyatt Lowell for a long moment, his gaze burning as he asked, "Are you sure it was the S-level mode?"
"I’m sure. The Family Head himself ordered the test."
"Did she join the Lowell Family?" Marshall Lowell asked impatiently.
Wyatt Lowell shook his head. "The Family Head was about to invite her, but Zane Lockwood interfered. Afterward, the Morgans showed up with a token from Sunstone and took her away."
"The Morgans..."
Marshall Lowell’s expression gradually darkened. A token from Sunstone wasn’t given out lightly. ’For it to be in the Morgan Family’s possession now... Could it be that *he* has other plans?’
"Old Family Head, there’s one more thing. The Sinclair young lady is likely the disciple of Master Flora Guthrie of the Ghost Eye Sect."
"The Ghost Eye Sect?"
Marshall Lowell’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes drifting unconsciously toward Sunstone.
’Since ancient times, the four great Hidden Sects have complemented each other, and their disciples often learn from one another. For the Sinclair young lady’s Combat Power to be so high, she might have received guidance from the Radiant Void Sect.’
After witnessing the Ancient Martial Realm of the master of Sunstone, he now held the people of Sunstone in deep reverence.
After a long silence, he finally said, "Find an opportunity to invite her to the Lowell Residence as a guest."
***
「Two days later.」
The official account of the Veridian Martial Alliance posted a notice:
[Congratulations to Mr. Marshall Lowell on becoming Veridia’s new Martial King! He will represent the nation in the upcoming international freestyle combat tournament, Martial King Level division...]
Within minutes, this news swept across the entire internet, instantly dominating the headlines on all major platforms.
#MarshallLowellMartialKing#
It immediately became a viral trending topic, with over two billion people discussing it.
[I’m crying. It’s been over a hundred years, but we finally have a new Martial King.]
[Veridia is awesome! The Lowell Family is awesome!]
[To see the birth of a Martial King in my lifetime... I can die without regrets.]
[Those bastards from Crestland better watch their necks this time!]
...
As the Martial King’s great-granddaughter, Eve Lowell’s status naturally rose with the tide. Her popularity at Arcadian University skyrocketed once again, and the number of her suitors grew.
Wherever she went, a crowd would surround her asking for autographs, turning her into a minor celebrity at Arcadian University.
Meanwhile, a figure rushed into the archaeology classroom in a flurry.
"Aurora Sinclair, have you heard? Eve Lowell’s great-grandfather broke through to Martial King! He’s going to represent the country in next year’s competition..."
Aurora Sinclair looked up, staring at him with a somewhat blank expression.
Seeing her reaction, Seth Sterling knew she hadn’t checked the school forums again and immediately pulled out his phone to show her.
"The school forums and entertainment sites are completely flooded with this news right now."
Aurora Sinclair glanced at his phone. All the top trending topics were related to the Martial King.
"My dad said the Veridian Martial Alliance is holding the opening ceremony for the national freestyle combat tournament on Sunday, and the Martial King will be there to give a speech. He gave me three tickets. It’s perfect—one for you, one for me, and one for Beau."
Seth Sterling lowered his voice, pulled three tickets from his bag, and quickly handed one to her.
Aurora Sinclair looked down at the ticket, thought for a moment, and finally shook her head. "I can’t go. I have to work."
"Work? Aren’t you the real estate king’s granddaughter?"
"I am. I still have to work."
"Aurora, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! We haven’t had a new Martial King in over a hundred years. It would be a huge shame not to be there in person," Seth Sterling replied regretfully, clutching the ticket. But Aurora Sinclair was unconcerned. "You can watch it on TV."
"..."
***
「Noon.」
As usual, Aurora Sinclair headed to the physics laboratory building. Just as she reached the entrance, she saw a crowd gathered around Eve Lowell.
"Lowell, are there any tickets left for the opening ceremony on Sunday? I couldn’t get one..."
"I couldn’t get one either. I tried the second they went on sale on the official website, but they were all gone in less than a second."
"Junior, I don’t need a ticket, I just have a small request. Could you get the Martial King to sign an autograph for me?"
"Yeah, yeah, could you get us autographs? Your great-grandfather is just so cool!"
Eve Lowell was feeling extremely smug. ’Now that my great-grandfather is a Martial King, Young Lord Morgan will definitely have to see me in a new light.’
Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly saw Aurora Sinclair approaching in the distance, and her smile froze.
The crowd followed her gaze and saw Arcadian University’s campus belle, Aurora Sinclair, walking slowly toward them with a backpack on.
A gentle breeze rustled through the ginkgo trees, and small, golden, umbrella-like leaves drifted down from the sky, seemingly dancing around her. She already had an ethereal, otherworldly air about her, and at this moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Everyone’s eyes lit up, and they stared, transfixed, as she slowly walked past them and headed for the glass doors of the laboratory building.
A flash of jealousy crossed Eve Lowell’s eyes. She suddenly called out loudly to Aurora’s back, "Aurora Sinclair, Professor Morgan isn’t in his office."
Aurora Sinclair’s steps faltered. She turned, glanced at Eve, and gave a calm nod.
Because of what Eve Lowell had said, all the surrounding students from the College of Physics were stunned.
’The campus belle came looking for Professor Morgan?’
Everyone knew that Professor Morgan never went to his own office, precisely to avoid being disturbed by students.
He would leave by car immediately after class, and no student knew where he went to rest. He was the most mysterious professor at Arcadian University.
Eve Lowell pursed her lips and pulled an invitation from her bag. It was originally for Alvin Morgan, but the Morgan Family guards at the gate had stopped her. They told her their master had already received an invitation from the Lockwood Family and sent her away.
"Aurora Sinclair, this is an invitation for you from my grandfather..."
Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment, then turned and slowly walked over. "Thank you."
"Eve? Didn’t you say there were no tickets left?"
Eve Lowell smiled. "This is a VIP invitation. It’s different from the tickets sold to the public."
The surrounding students once again showed looks of astonishment.
’Eve Lowell’s grandfather is the president of the Martial Alliance, and he personally invited the campus belle? That’s incredible!’
Everyone’s gazes fell upon the invitation, their hearts filled with envy.
Suddenly, Eve Lowell’s fingers loosened, and the invitation she was handing to Aurora Sinclair slipped through her grasp and fell to the ground.
"Oops, sorry. I couldn’t hold on to it."
