Before the two sisters could contemplate what exactly needed to be done about his condition, his groaning stopped.

"Eh?" Sylvia was still confused, but Song immediately grabbed his wrist.

"Phew... he’s still alive. Just... unconscious."

Somehow, Sylvia felt relieved upon hearing that. She was used to it.

After all, whenever Seraph treated her sister, he would pass out for months before walking up again.

"I’ll take him to the guest room."

Song said to her younger sister, then lifted Seraph from the ground.

Meanwhile, Seraph was back in his mind space, looking around curiously.

"Halo? What did you do?"

The yellow cube appeared, its glow having dimmed from the original.

["What else? Did you think I’ll let you die? Ugh. I’m tired of this acting already."]

Seraph’s expression changed. "They’re not spying?"

Halo seemed to nod. ["Hm. Apparently, one of our other subjects made a big achievement, drawing their attention."]

He clicked his tongue in displeasure. "Subjects, huh? Your superiors are really asking for it."

["Asking for what? You should know that I’m gambling by supporting you secretly. To be honest, they already want to eliminate you, but I’m just trying to convince them."]

Seraph’s expression darkened. "Oh? So they recognize threats?"

["Actually, they do. But you pose no threat to them. Even if you become strongest in this world. They simply hate the fact that you’re arrogant and spout preposterous words."]

"Tch."

Seraph turned around and dropped the topic. Instead, there was something else on his mind.

"Where’s the poison consciousness thingy?"

He looked back at Halo, then saw it spin weakly.

["I already eliminated it and helped your body consume its essence."]

Seraph’s eyes lit up. "Now that’s good news. My Poison Resistance Physique will just very high now, right?"

["Hm."] Halo nodded, ["However, there’s also a pair of bad news."]

Seraph’s joy deflated. "Mention them."

Spinning weakly, Halo’s voice sounded with dark glee.

["Your cultivation has dropped again. Core Master Stage. That’s mainly because of the poison consciousness, though. As for the other one, you might have been napping for too long. At least longer than you intended."]

Seraph frowned. "Although the cultivation is a bit unexpected, it’s not entirely unexpected. Though, how long have I been out?"

Halo answered dutifully. ["It’s been two—no, three months already."]

Instantly, Seraph snapped back to reality and opened his eyes wide.

’Hm? Something smells, oh... tea?’

He looked around, realizing he was inside a familiar luxurious room.

Looking at the tea placed by the table, Seraph wondered where the people in the mansion had gone.

At least he knew Elder Song had a lot of maids.

’If Halo is right and I’ve spent three months...’

He immediately got off the bed, wore his shoes, downed the warm tea in one go, then rushed out of the room.

"Whoa!"

He almost bumped into a maid on the way, but successfully stopped himself.

"Where is Elder Song? Sister Sylvia?"

The maid had dark circles under her eyes as she answered in an exhausted voice.

"Elder Song is currently defending the Summer Peak with the other elders."

Seraph felt his heart cool. "Defending? From the Inferno Sect?"

The maid nodded, but when she raised her head, he wasn’t there anymore.

Seraph charged out of the mansion, rushing straight at the Summer Peak using wind blades.

The air around the Summer Peak was warmer today, even more than it usually was.

In fact, it was hot.

Seraph growled quietly, already hearing sounds of war at the base of the mountain.

With a single flick of his hand, the blue spear appeared in his grasp.

He held it up, spotting his target in a matter of few seconds.

.........

Song was fighting against one other female elder from the Inferno Sect. Their weapons collided midair, releasing a puff of crackling elements.

"Song! I heard you’ve gotten well and came to visit. You’re no longer on death’s door. How did you even get healed anyway?"

The woman snickered, her expression painted with scorn and mock.

"I don’t have the energy to exchange words with you, Mirian."

Song replied coldly, straightened her chain-sword into a normal sword and prepared to attack her again.

Fwoop!

Something wheezed past her and stabbed straight into Mirian’s’shoulder, forcing out a pained cry from the woman as she stumbled have.

"Inferno bastards! Prepare to die!"

Seraph’s serious voice immediately made the air still, and everyone looked straight at him.

"Hmph. A brat dare hurt me?" Mirian was about to attack the white-haired youth when she saw Song suddenly charge at him.

"Eh?"

"Seraph!"

The young man, whose blood was boiling for war, was suddenly enveloped in a hug that made him choke.

’Fragrance... too heavy. Thoughts... blurring. Can’t... breathe.’

His face was pressed against her fleshy mounds, but he couldn’t even enjoy it.

He was being crushed by the strong woman.

"Guh... let go."

Grunting, he managed to squeeze out those words while patting her butt.

The touch immediately snapped Song back to reality, and she finally released Seraph.

"The battle is still ongoing, we’ll talk later."

Escaping from her grasp, he dashed at Mirian.

"Damn brat! You, a mere disciple, wants to fight me?! Courting death!"

The older woman was angry that she had gotten injured by the spear, and threw it back at Seraph.

"Thanks!"

He grinned as he grabbed the weapon and dropped right above her.

Clang!

The woman easily blocked his spear with her sword, keeping him suspended midair.

Seraph’s grin widened. "Wind blades."

Hundreds of wind blades appeared around the woman, and immediately closed in on her.

"What?!"

She tried to dodge, but Seraph exerted all his strength and kept her on the ground for a fraction of a second.

And that was enough.

"Ah, you!"

Being hit by so many wind blades, even if she was very strong, she still suffered a few injuries.

"Brat! I’ll kill you!"

Roaring, she used her spiritual pressure to shatter the blades and push Seraph far away.

As he landed on the ground, he raised his head to see her just a few meters from him, sword raised and engulfed in flames.

’Oh, right. She must be at the King Stage.’