The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 431: The Girl Talk

"Becoming a disciple of the Cinnabar Sect... I don't know," Tracy murmured, her eyes clouded with uncertainty.

She was confused.

Before John returned, she never even considered becoming a martial artist, let alone a cultivator. The idea itself had felt like an unreachable fantasy.

But now, not only had she stepped into the world of cultivation, she was being formally invited to join one of the major sects—the Cinnabar Sect.

The weight of that invitation sat heavily on her shoulders. Tracy hadn't pursued cultivation for glory or status. She had chosen this path for one reason: to channel vital energy through her needles—so she could heal others more effectively.

That had always been her purpose.

Joining the Cinnabar Sect had never crossed her mind. And so, when faced with the offer, she hesitated. Her heart wavered between her goal and the unknown future that lay ahead.

John, seeing the turmoil in her expression, offered a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Tracy. I was just asking. You don't need to decide right now. Wait until we visit the Cinnabar Sect. See it for yourself first."

He had to go to the Cinnabar Sect regardless.

He had to obtain Queen Cyan's scripture—and quickly.

There were two reasons: first, he couldn't stand watching Tracy suffer night after night. Second, the Holy Fire Tripod's nightly manifestation would soon attract the attention of other cultivators. The longer it continued, the more danger it posed. They couldn't afford to draw that kind of attention.

As for Tracy, whether she joined the Cinnabar Sect or not was entirely her choice. If she declined, the sect wouldn't dare force her. Not with John protecting her.

Even if Jesus himself came down from the heavens, it wouldn't change a thing.

Later that night, Tracy confided in Queenie, recounting everything that had happened—the pain, the tripod, the invitation. Whenever Tracy found herself at a crossroads, she always turned to Queenie.

It was only then that Queenie realized the true reason Tracy had been spending her nights at Feazer Medical Clinic. It wasn't research, as they had assumed. Tracy had been silently enduring the agony of the Holy Fire Tripod to avoid worrying her sisters.

Queenie's face darkened with worry and frustration. "Tracy, you absolute fool! If something like this ever happens again and you keep it from me, I swear, I won't consider you my sister anymore!"

Tracy quickly apologized, her voice soft and coaxing. She fussed over Queenie for quite some time before Queenie finally calmed down.

Then the conversation shifted to the Cinnabar Sect.

After a brief silence, Queenie suddenly grabbed Tracy's hand and led her into her room, slamming the door shut behind them. She didn't want John to overhear.

It was time for a girl talk.

"Queenie, what is it? Why all the secrecy?" Tracy asked curiously once they were inside.

Queenie turned serious. "I want to ask you something. What do you think of John?"

"Huh?"

Tracy blinked, caught off guard.

John had always been like their precious little brother—bright, brave, dependable. Of course, he was excellent.

Why ask this now?

Queenie clarified, "I mean in terms of cultivation talent."

Tracy's expression grew thoughtful. "He's extremely talented. Let's be honest—we wouldn't even be cultivators if not for him."

Though they hadn't cultivated for long, they could already sense that John was extraordinary. His achievements at such a young age were proof enough.

Especially last night—he had taken down a Golden Crystal Stage cultivator with ease. That feat alone spoke volumes.

Queenie nodded. "Exactly. And with talent like that, who knows how far he'll go in the future..."

She paused, her lashes lowering slightly, her tone growing softer.

"But one thing is certain—he'll become even more powerful."

She had harbored this worry for a long time. Ever since John defeated Wilson—the top soul cultivator in Britain—Queenie had felt a growing unease.

John was destined for greatness. He should be walking a path far beyond theirs. Yet, he chose to stay by their side, to protect them.

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Even if John was willing, Queenie couldn't help but feel guilty. He belonged somewhere far above them.

And that led to a troubling question: When he soared, could they keep up?

Queenie had once joked about joining Grand Theft—a sect that seemed outrageous for someone like her. But it hadn't been a joke. She genuinely wanted to close the distance between them.

She didn't need to stand beside him as an equal. Just being near—cleaning up after him, chatting with him, bearing his children—that would be enough.

The name of the sect didn't matter. All that mattered was staying close to John.

And now that Tracy had come to her with doubts and questions, Queenie decided to finally speak her truth.

She wanted to know—were her sisters content with the status quo, or were they willing to struggle, to grow, to fight for a place beside him?

Tracy fell into deep contemplation.

She understood what Queenie meant.

They all shared the same cultivation technique. As their strength grew, so did the false crystal inside John. Their advancement empowered him as well. None of them begrudged him that. They wanted to help him grow.

"Tracy," Queenie said softly, "you're incredibly lucky. You gained a tripod the moment you became a cultivator. Now a renowned sect is inviting you to join. That's a rare opportunity."

She tried to smile but faltered. "Meanwhile, I don't even dare hope for such things."

Despite Queenie's usually cold and assertive demeanor, she looked fragile at that moment—vulnerable.

Tracy's heart ached. She didn't know how to comfort her sister, but she reached out and gently took her hand.

"Queenie, we will catch up to him," she said firmly.

That was the moment Tracy made her decision.

She would join the Cinnabar Sect.

She would grow stronger. Not for glory. Not for the sect's reputation.

But to be closer to John.

That was her true goal.

As long as the Cinnabar Sect didn't restrict her freedom, she would accept the invitation—and rise.