The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1708 The Snake That Became a Dragon

Likewise, the black serpent was also able to sense one of its kind nearby.

However, the other's cultivation level was so profound that the black serpent felt an overwhelming pressure the moment they entered the mountain. It instinctively tried to stay as close as possible to Dalton.

No matter how advanced the entity's cultivation was, it would have no chance against someone like Dalton, who had concealed his energy so perfectly that the other party wouldn't even realize danger was nearby. By the time they did, it would likely be far too late.

The black serpent couldn't help but recall its own encounter with Dalton at the farmers' market. It was sure that this being would instinctively surrender without resistance just like it had done.

The four of them ascended the stone steps, surrounded by lush trees. The air was filled with the harmonious sounds of cicadas and birds, creating an oddly tranquil atmosphere.

Although the mountain didn't appear tall from the foot, it still took them half an hour to reach the summit.

As they reached the top, Wynter's gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the mountain's natural beauty.

The location had hidden potential—a site suitable for nurturing greatness. Between the valleys, there were even streams and waterfalls, exuding an air of grandeur and prosperity.

The village, situated here, was undeniably built on a highly auspicious site. Mist swirled through the air, and the abundant water vapor added to its vibrant energy.

Raising an eyebrow, Wynter considered the implications. The environment here made it highly conducive for a serpent to undergo its metamorphosis into a dragon.

Hence, she lowered her head slightly and tapped on the backpack. Once she was out of Martin's sight, she lowered her voice to ask, "Did you seriously not feel anything? That doesn't seem right."

The black serpent didn't dare hide the truth but was also wary of saying too much and risking Dalton's displeasure. "I felt something. If I had to guess, it seems like a serpent successfully transformed into a dragon here once." "Once?" Wynter raised an eyebrow and wasn't convinced. But instead of pressing further, she decided to observe for now. With the Ritual of Devotion approaching, there would undoubtedly be clues to follow.

Moreover... Her sharp eyes turned toward the village's water source. That would mean that the root of the problem was nearby. She would definitely be able to find a clue or two by the time they investigate. Hence, Wynter didn't say anything further.

Just as Wynter finished surveying the layout and was preparing to descend the mountain, several villagers suddenly appeared, carrying offerings such as pigs and sheep.

"What's going on here? Why are there outsiders? Don't you know this area is off-limits?" the head of the group, Hamilton Clove, said sharply. His stern demeanor and authoritative tone made it clear he was someone with significant influence.

Martin immediately paled. Bowing slightly, he offered a cigarette with a sheepish smile. "Granduncle Hamilton, I was wrong. I'll take them down the mountain right away!"

Hamilton snorted coldly but accepted the cigarette. "Hurry up. The ritual is about to start. You know what will happen if the clan leader sees strangers here. And keep that mouth of yours in check."

Martin nodded fervently.

Without another word, Hamilton led his group, along with the offerings, toward the stream. Meanwhile, Martin wasted no time bringing Wynter and her group down the mountain.

Wynter showed no curiosity toward the offerings. There was nothing to ask. After all, she could tell at a glance that the yellow talismans and red flowers were not meant for unborn souls.

The village's environment was somewhat similar to the outside, mostly consisting of tile and brick houses.

However, there were two exceptions-houses that were designed like small villas, though only two stories high. It was as if they had been deliberately built this way to prevent outsiders from realizing that there were more villas hidden inside.

When they arrived at Martin's home, Wynter casually asked, "The village has a lot of houses, but why don't I see anyone?"

Martin answered matter-of-factly, "They're all busy with preparations. The clan leader gave orders yesterday for everyone to help out today."

Then, he paused for a moment before adding, "Don't ask too much. Just wait for the ritual tonight."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.