Chapter 949 

Jenny was Morris’s own granddaughter. She’d pissed off Raven when she went to Frihamen City months ago to become his disciple. 

Morris paced his study, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it, it’s been weeks. She should’ve reached Frihamena 

Sect by now. 

and met the lady of Cloudshadow 

“Maybe Lady Valor’s got her on a tech ban–you know how those cultivation masters are. No phones, no distractions.” 

“But given his personality, it’s possible.” He told himself. 

“Still doesn’t add up,” Morris growled. “I told her to call the second she arrived. What if something went wrong on the road?” 

Jerry leaned against the desk with an easy grin. “Relax, Dad. Frihamen’s a backwater–what trouble could she possibly find there? Lady Valor probably just confiscated her phone. You know how these sect leaders get.” 

“True enough,” Morris conceded, though his jaw stayed tight. “If she’s training under Valor herself… hell, this might be exactly what the kid needs. Could make all the difference at the next tournament.” 

In Deariton, Janelle was secretly thrilled when she heard Raven was about to be taken down by Forlunda City’s forces. 

‘Finally,‘ she thought, ‘that bitch gets what’s coming to her.‘ But just as she was savoring the moment, her sister Janice’s call shattered her mood. 

“What do you mean Raven’s still alive?” Janelle snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief. 

“Did you even give them the elixir like I told you?” she demanded, nails digging into her palm. 

When Janice confirmed they’d used it, Janelle nearly threw her phone. “Then what the hell’s taking so long? How hard is it to off one damn woman?” 

Her blood boiled as she mentally cursed the incompetent factions. But Janice’s next words hit like a sucker punch. “Janelle… they tried. But Raven–she wiped the floor with them.” A shaky breath. “She’s Forlunda’s new lord now. All the Earth factions bow to her.” 

Janelle’s vision blurred. “What the hell?!” 

The news hit Janelle like a sucker punch to the gut. Her head spun. /‘How the fuck did she wrangle all of Forlunda’s factions alone? That’s insane. No- that’s goddamn impossible!” 

“You think I wanted to believe it?” Janice shot back, fists shaking. “I saw it, sis. First, she crushed the heavy hitters. The small–time crews? They folded like cheap suits the second the big dogs surrendered–scurried off to lick their wounds.” 

Janice grabbed her sister’s arm, voice dropping to a razor’s edge. “Listen–Raven owns Forlunda now. If we don’t take her out fast, she’ll snag a high–city pass before we can blink. And if she waltzes into Deariton unchecked?” A bitter laugh. “We’re screwed.” 

“Sis…” Her breath hitched, raw with tears and rage. “You’re the only one who can make this right. For Dad.” 

Janice Larsson’s voice trembled on the verge of tears, thick with helpless rage. Every fiber of her being screamed to tear her enemy apart–right now- but her hands were tied. All she could do was watch, nails digging into her palms, as Raven consolidated her power in Forlunda 

Janelle’s face went sheet–white. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She’d thrown everything at this–Forlunda’s factions, the big families, the whole damn cavalry—and still, Raven waltzed through unscathed. Worse, the woman had turned the city’s forces into her personal entourage. 

‘How?‘ she wondered. ‘That gutter–born nobody with her trashy points shouldn’t have stood a chance.‘ Yet here she was, pulling moves that defied every rule Janelle knew. 

A chill shot down her spine, sharp as a knife. ‘If Raven makes it to Deariton… if she gets her hands on Samantha… Her stomach twisted. ‘Game over. Just. 

like that.‘ 

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