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



Chapter 1785 The Rivalry Between Boy Toys

The competition between the peaks had grown fierce in recent years. Each mountain sect's elders were all vying to accumulate more golden encounters and resources for their own factions.

They had indeed considered simply taking over Mt. Nyxvarn, but they couldn't force the issue as long as their lineage still held on.

The best solution was to wait for Ailithir to pass away sooner rather than later. Then, they could offer a gesture of goodwill and take care of this lineage-or what was left of it.

Compared to other sects with hundreds or even thousands of disciples, Mt. Nyxvarn had only 24 disciples-excluding Wynter's boy toys.

There used to be 25, but Jaylene, who had the strongest spiritual roots, had betrayed the sect when a better one offered to take her in. She even stole a secret manual before leaving.

It was as if she had completely forgotten that she would have been long lost to humiliation if it weren't for Ailithir buying her freedom from the brothel. She would never have become the person everyone now praised as someone who walked the path of the Primordial Arcane. Hence, while some people might appear righteous on the surface, their hearts were often rotten to the core.

Mt. Nyxvarn's disciples had once asked Ailithir why he didn't demand the manual back. But he had simply smiled and shaken his head.

"I had my own selfish motives when I brought her back. I thought a disciple with strong spiritual roots could help Mt. Nyxvarn survive. But now, I see it was my own mistake, and I must bear the consequences."

Everyone in Mt. Nyxvarn knew this, but Ailithir had never told his disciples about his impending demise.

Ailithir worried about where they would go if Mt. Nyxvarn fell. He was not one to go against the natural order in his life, but he wanted to at least try by bringing someone he shouldn't have to the mountain. In the end, it proved that Jaylene was better suited for Mt. Lunther.

As for how to preserve Mt. Nyxvarn, he had already made preparations.

With a wave of his sleeve, a large, translucent formation appeared in the corner at the west, resembling an inverted glass bowl. It enveloped dozens of emerald peaks, the shortest of which was Mt. Nyxvarn's Trinity Peaks.

Unlike the other mountain sects' ethereal beauty, this peak felt more humble, even somewhat shabby. There were plenty of groves and lakes. The water was crystal-clear, teeming with fish. Beyond the lake was what looked like a thriving medicinal herb garden. After seeing the other peaks' grand halls, Wynter could only describe Mt. Nyxvarn with one word-poor.

She glanced at her seniors. True, Elliot and Tobias weren't exactly business-savvy, but she hadn't expected things to be this bad. If she really was the Princess of Velmoria, shouldn't she have more money than this?