Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 153

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The tea house Alistair had chosen was quiet and dimly lit, offering the perfect environment for private conversations. Yet despite the calming atmosphere, I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncase that had settled over me. I carefully sipped my tea, listening as Alistair explained the shifting power dynamics in Veridia City.

“The Traditional Medicine Association has been in turmoil since your arrival,” he said, leaning forward. “Many of the old guard feel threatened.”

I nodded, processing this information while examining a small pouch of herbs Alistair had brought as a goodwill offering. Unfortunately, they were nothing special–decent quality but nothing that would aid my cultivation.

“These herbs won’t suffice for what I need,” I said, returning the pouch. “But I

appreciate the gesture.”

Elder Harding, who had been quietly observing our exchange, finally spoke. “We should consider returning to prepare for tomorrow’s conference. You’ll need your rest,

Liam.”

I agreed. The competition would demand my full attention, especially with Desmond looking for any advantage to take me down.

“I know where you might find better herbs,” Alistair offered quickly, clearly eager to be useful. “There’s a small market not far from here. It’s not well–known, but the vendors

often have rare specimens.”

I considered his offer. While I was skeptical of Alistair’s sudden allegiance, I couldn’t deny that better herbs would be valuable. “Show me.”

The market was little more than a narrow alley with makeshift stalls. Merchants called out to passing customers, highlighting their wares with enthusiastic gestures, Alistair led us through the crowd, pointing out various vendors specialized in rare medicinal ingredients.

I examined several herb selections, but nothing met my standards. After an hour of searching, I shook my head.

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“Nothing here will work either. The quality is questionable at best.”

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time,” Alistair said, genuine disappointment in his voice.

“It’s fine. I should get back and rest anyway.” I turned to Elder Harding. “Perhaps you should return with Elder Hansen. I know he wanted to discuss treatment options with

you.”

Elder Harding nodded, “Will you be alright on your own?”

“Of course.” I gave him a reassuring smile.

As Elder Harding departed, I prepared to leave as well. But something stopped me–a sudden, overwhelming pressure that descended like a heavy blanket. The air seemed to thicken, and a murderous intent washed over the area so potent that several nearby civilians staggered, clutching their heads in confusion.

Alistair’s face drained of color. “What… what is this?”

I remained still, my senses alert. This wasn’t just any killing intent–it was the aura of someone incredibly powerful. Far more powerful than anyone I’d faced before.

The crowd parted as a tall figure approached. He moved with deliberate steps, each footfall heavy with purpose. His eyes, cold as winter frost, locked onto me with predatory focus.

“Liam Knight,” the man’s voice rumbled, deep and commanding.

“And you are?” I kept my voice steady, though I was already assessing my options. The man before me was dangerous–his Qi Jin signature betrayed him as a cultivator of extraordinary strength.

“Killian Moreau.”

The name hit Alistair like a physical blow. “Killian? What are you doing here?”

Killian’s gaze flickered briefly to Alistair. “You know this man, Northwood?”

“He’s… he’s a friend,” Alistair stammered, then stepped between us. “Whatever this is about, surely we can-”

“Step aside.” Killian’s voice cut through Alistair’s plea like a blade. “This doesn’t concern you.”

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I placed a hand on Alistair’s shoulder. “He’s right. This isn’t your fight, I could feel Alistair trembling beneath my touch. “Take Elder Hansen and go. Now”

Alistair hesitated, torn between fear and some misplaced sense of loyalty. “But-”

“Go,” I insisted, giving him a gentle push. “This man is an Inner Strength Greatmaster. You’ll only get hurt staying here.”

Alistair swallowed hard, nodded, and backed away. The crowd had already scattered, instinctively sensing the danger. Within moments, we were alone in the narrow market street, abandoned stalls creating an eerie backdrop for our confrontation.

I measured Killian with my eyes. His stance was relaxed but perfectly balanced, the mark of a true master. The power radiating from him identified him as a third–stage Grandmaster at least–far beyond anyone I’d faced before.

“Let me guess,” I said calmly. “Desmond Davenport sent you.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Killian’s face before it returned to its stony expression. “My clients remain confidential. But I’m impressed you deduced that much.”

“Not difficult. I humiliated him yesterday. A man like Desmond doesn’t accept that kind of loss without retribution.” I shifted my weight slightly, preparing for what was to come. “Though sending someone of your caliber seems excessive. I must have really wounded his pride.”

“Your reputation precedes you, Liam Knight. Though I must say, I’m not particularly impressed.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll give you one chance to surrender. Come quietly, and your death will be painless.”

“Death?” I raised an eyebrow. “I thought Desmond just wanted me out of tomorrow’s competition.”

Killian’s mouth curved in a cold smile. “Plans change. Now, your answer?”

I allowed my own Qi Jin to rise, creating a visible golden aura around my body. “I think you know my answer.”

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