7 CHAOS

"Everyone in the continent knows that you have four descendants and you don't have any grandchildren. According to Red Castle rules, they have given the last name of Rosennor. That means none of them is your rightful heir." Meng Heng said.

"This is a well-known knowledge at our status. What does young master Meng trying to say?" Shen Huang unexpectedly chose to talk this time.

"There was a rumor in the continent lately. They say Lord of the Red Castle has another descendant, moreover a Rosencoffen born from Lady Clarea, your main wife." Meng Heng had done it finally.

Martintor has long been aware of the rumors about his heir. Until today, none has the courage to say it at his face. That's why he was able to deny the existence of Yulian from afar.

However, today was different.

He was a person full of pride. Naturally, when the facts said to his face, even Martintor wasn't able to refrain himself from showing unusual expressions.

Martintor, "…"

His right eye was twitching continuously on his unsightly face, and his hand cracked his seat's the still intact left handle.

If it wouldn't result in grave consequences, he would already crush Meng Heng's skull to dust.

Castilla's condition didn't differ much than Martintor. This matter has always been a sore point for her. Since the time she has become the wife of Martintor, she wished for Clarea's and Yulian's disappearance more than anything.

"Castle Master doesn't have to get angry. Though he is a degenerated piece of trash, he is still your son and rightful heir of the Red Castle. One day, you will pass on your Castle Master position to him. You should love him and care for him as much as you do for your other descendants. Otherwise, your people might call you a bad father." Even Meng Heng didn't know what he was saying now.

"By the way, this young master wants to ask, If I am not wrong, Lady Castilla is your second wife, right? Wouldn't it be more appropriate if Lady Clarea was here instead of her? Could it be that she is currently tending your heir's degenerated skin? Ha ha ha!" Meng Heng inquired in a sarcastic manner while smiling like a dumb kid.

'This is it! Meng Heng is dead!' Shen Huang's eyes glittered.

Martintor's energy instantly reached its peak, and he abruptly got up, dark clouds covering his face. His seat turned to powder in just a moment.

Late stage Venerable Realm power enveloped the entire Red Castle Arena. All the spectators started to have a suffocating feeling. Even some weaker ones had already fainted. Meng Heng was no better for being so close to Martintor.

"Wh-what… are you doing!? Y-You can't… can't hurt me! My royal father…"

When Martintor's cultivation base spiked, Meng Heng has fallen down from his seat. There wasn't any trace from his earlier arrogance on his face. Intense fear replaced it, and he was breathing hard.

As Martintor made his move, someone from the spectator's stands pushed his cultivation base to the max and flew towards them.

His energy wasn't as thick as Martintor's, but he was clearly someone in the Venerable Realm.

This person had a head full of white hairs reaching his shoulders, and his beard was hanging across his well-built chest. He was wearing a green robe like Meng Heng.

He stopped in the air in front of Martintor. "What does Castle Master intent to do!?" He asked anxiously.

He had been listening to their conversations until now and had never thought Meng Heng would go this far. He desired to slap Meng Heng on the face and wanted to kick himself in the rear for not staying by his side.

In Meng Heng's eyes, his status as the third young master of the Exalted Heaven Dynasty was a hundred times more effective than the old man for his protection. Therefore, he didn't want a white-bearded old man to accompany him here.

Meng Heng saw the old man and started to relax, but the suffocating feeling intensified even more with the old man's arrival.

There was two Venerable Realm experts at the present now. Moreover, they were pushing their energies to their limits.

The old man was his protector. Exalted Emperor couldn't possibly send his son to the Red Castle all alone, right?

Martintor didn't get surprised at all. He has long been aware of the old man's existence.

"Young master didn't pick his words wisely, this old man asks for forgiveness on behalf of the young master. He is too young after all. I ask Castle Master to show magnanimity." The old man bowed.

Meng Heng's death would cause catastrophic results for Red Castle, but the same went for the old man.

He alone couldn't possibly win against Martintor. Furthermore, this place was the Red Castle of the West. Therefore, he bowed his venerable head.

Martintor was yet to show signs of backing down. He was like a volcano on the verge of erupting and seemed like only needed a touch to do so. He was trying to calm himself down but failing in the end.

Shen Huang's eyes had a dangerous glint. She was clearly happy about this outcome. She opened her thin lips and said, "Castle Master…"

The instant she began to speak, a booming and continuous sound had cut her words.

Vikrice yelled immediately on top of his lungs, "Intruder alert!!!"

The spectators have already been in a panicked state. There were confused ones too. When they heard Vicrice's yell, all the spectators who can still move left the arena immediately, leaving behind the already fainted ones.

Hearing the intruder alarm, Martintor started to calming himself down gradually. Soon, the abundant crimson qi that wrapped his body slowly dispersed alongside with the suffocating feeling it brought together.

The old man took a deep breath of relieving while Shen Huang was disappointed on the inside.

Martintor began to talk with an ugly face, "The Annual Red Castle Competition ends here. If you don't mind, I want to deal with the cause of the alert first. Castilla… lead our guests to their respective rooms."

Castilla had never seen Martintor this much angry before. It took her a few moments to come back to herself and heed the order.

She said with a pale face while stuttering, "A-as you wish, husband!"

"This Venerable thanks Castle Master for showing magnanimity." The old man bowed slightly again.

"No need for thanks." He returned to his usual unfeeling state.

'Do you think I don't know what's going on here?' He added from the inside. He wasn't a stupid man. As I told you before… He was virtuous.

"Vikrice, come along with me," Martintor called for Vikrice. He was Martintor's brother and the second most powerful member of the Red Castle.

"The alert had come from the energy formation in the treasury," Vikrice said. Martintor threw one last look at Meng Heng and Branded Moon trio before the two brothers disappeared in thin air.

Shen Huang looked at their backs as they accelerated towards the treasury. There was a thin smile on her face that she didn't bother to hide.

Shen Lan had affected by Martintor's cultivation base. She had a pale face too.

However, Shen Zhi was not affected at all.

This unexpected result didn't miss from old man's wise eyes. 'Allowing this little girl to grow is too dangerous. I have to tell the Exalted Emperor. ' He thought from the inside.

Meng Heng got up. He had a ghastly face now.

"Are you all right young master?" the old man said. He was trying to suppress his anger towards Meng Heng. Therefore, his voice was not carrying the meaning of the words he used.

"W-why didn't you show up earlier? This young master has shamed by them. When we return, this young master will be talking about this incident with Royal Father! I wonder how you will explain yourself!" Meng Heng said to the old man angrily.

"…" The old man grunted and clenched his fists but didn't say anything.

Living his entire life in silk pants have made Meng Heng a truly irritating person.

"Let me show you the way… honored guests." Castilla had a forced smile on her face. Calling these people 'guests' felt weird to her.

"Then we'll trouble Lady Castilla." Shen Huang said and these seven people, including the old man, left the arena.

…

On the way of the treasury, Martintor called for his brother. "Vikrice, when the guests are about to leave, assign a Venerable Realm expert from our family for the protection of that Meng brat. Tell him to protect the brat with that old man until he left the lands of the West. "

"Why? Do you think one venerable isn't enough for his protection? Why do you care?" Vikrice said with a surprised tone of voice.

"I don't. However, if something happens to that brat in our lands, we'll be the first suspects after today's incident." Said Martintor.

"Mm. You are right. I'll do as big brother say." Vikrice didn't inquire further. Then a strange behavior of Martintor drew his attention.

There was an intruder alert in the treasury, but Martintor was still keeping his cool. Even his speed wasn't that fast. It was like there wasn't anything serious at all.

'Strange…' Vikrice thought.