The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

"Tell me, my grandson, how did you manage to master two sage techniques and a great sage technique in just three days?" Adriana couldn't wrap her head around Sam's incredible talent.

She assumed there must be some method or trick involved because, frankly, it seemed impossible.

Even the most talented and genius cultivators in the realm would find it nearly impossible to achieve such a feat—unless they possessed some special methods or an innate ability related to comprehension.

"I didn't do anything special. It's all just my talent," Sam replied with an innocent smile. His tone wasn't arrogant, and he seemed to be telling the truth, the whole truth.

However, to some cultivators in the room, he came across as arrogant and prideful.

What could they say to refute his arrogance? After all, he had just proven that he had what it takes to back up his pride. Moreover, he had mastered three sage-grade techniques in just three days.

In three fucking days! Did they even grasp what that meant?

It meant there was no one in this world who could even come close to being comparable to Sam. So, all they could do now was shut their wide mouths and refrain from complaining about his perceived arrogance.

Adriana grinned, satisfied with the response she expected. 'He's my grandson, all right.'

But not everyone in the room was ready to accept his answer. Unlike King Shun or Victoria Flareheart, who believed that even though he sounded arrogant, Sam had the skills to back it up.

After all, a genius carries the responsibility to be proud; their talents are gifts that shouldn't be squandered or hidden. Pride in your genius isn't arrogance; it's a celebration of the extraordinary within oneself.

However, Nicholas Scarlett, witnessing his daughter getting all lovey-dovey with Sam, couldn't handle it.

He decided to try to embarrass Sam for his so-called 'arrogance.' "You sure are arrogant, kid, but don't let that blind you. If you do, it'll be your downfall."

Amelia, hearing her father trying to embarrass her darling, shot a dangerous glare his way. 'My father needs a good beating for speaking to my darling this way.'

Sam, sensing Amelia's protective emotions, smiled inwardly.

Then, he turned his gaze to Nicholas Scarlett. "It's not called arrogance but pride when I have the resources and ability to back it up."

'You brat!' Nicholas' face turned beet red. He expected Sam to be the one embarrassed, but instead, he found himself in that awkward position.

To make matters worse, his own daughter sided with Sam. Only he knew the shame he experienced that day.

After all, he was the great Count of the country of Nightingale. Why did he need to embarrass himself in front of these big shots?

Amelia smiled, thoroughly enjoying her father tasting his own medicine. She wasn't even bothered that Sam had embarrassed her father in front of the crowd.

"Hmph," Nicholas snorted and turned his face away.

Seeing their conversation had ended, Adriana shifted the focus. "Now, are you guys ready to tell me the reason behind your visit?"

Her question was directed at Victoria Flareheart, Duncan Hailstorm, and Nicholas Scarlett.

While she already knew the reason why King Shun was there, she had some idea about the motives behind the others' visits. Nevertheless, she still wanted to hear it from them.

"Let's start with you, Nicholas," Adriana looked at Count Nicholas Scarlett.

No introductions were needed; everyone present knew who each other was and what they represented.

"Of course, I'm here to take my daughter back with me," Nicholas declared.

Before Adriana could respond, Amelia hastened to add, "I'm not going anywhere. I want to be with my darling."

Amelia clung to Sam possessively, as if she couldn't bear to be away from him for even a second.

Nicholas' face turned red with anger as he couldn't bear to see his daughter, Amelia, snuggling in Sam's arms. As her father, it was undeniably hurtful.

What father would want to witness his daughter in such a position?

But that wasn't the only source of his anger. He had already promised Count Wichura that he would marry his daughter to Tomas, but now that Amelia had given herself to Sam, things became complicated.

"Daughter, do you hear yourself? I've already promised your hand in marriage to Tomas Wichura with his father. What do you expect me to tell him? I'll be humiliated."

"I don't care. It was you who made that choice. Did you even think for a second to ask your daughter's opinion on this marriage? No, because for you, keeping your promise is more important than your own daughter. Moreover, why would I marry that despicable bastard? I can't imagine any woman in her right mind would even consider marrying him.

You knew what kind of person he is, yet you want to marry me to him. What a great father you are," Amelia's face burned with equal anger toward her father.

Right now, she felt betrayed and wronged. How could her own father do this to her? As a father, his priority should be his daughter's well-being, but for him, it was his pride and dignity.

"No matter what you do, Sam is my husband. I won't leave his side," Amelia remained firm.

Her father was left speechless, hell, even Sam was speechless.

When he thought about it, everything she said was right. All of this was caused by his selfishness.

Amelia Scarlett, his second daughter, was one of the most talented cultivators in the entire Vampire race, born with a rare and unique Physique that could have boundless potential.

She was his daughter, and he was proud of that. She was a good daughter, always putting the clan first before her needs and wishes. She cultivated diligently for the future of the clan, always following his commands.

But in return, all she wanted was her right to choose her husband herself.

As a father, her needs should come before his. He shouldn't have promised Count Wichura without asking Amelia, and he should have listened to her.

Thinking about this, his face softened before a small sigh escaped his mouth.

Seeing Nicholas had calmed down, Adriana spoke, "Nicholas, do you want to form an alliance with the Hailstorm clan? Or do you think the Wichura clan is more powerful than my clan?"

Nicholas was caught off guard. "Matriarch, what do you mean?"

"Yeah, you heard me. Let's form an alliance between our clans. The alliance condition will be Amelia marrying my grandson formally. Remember, my grandson is not just my clan's true heir; he has the potential to unite the Hailstorm clan and Flareheart clan," Adriana glanced at Victoria, who also seemed caught off guard when she heard the word 'Flareheart.'

Victoria had been minding her own business, observing Sam like he was some kind of exhibit in a museum.

'Why do I need to come here? That lazy father of mine is always making me do his work,' Victoria pouted and complained internally.

Nicholas seemed to be in a daze hearing her offer.

'What kind of offer is this? It's just too good to be true. Two of the strongest clans will form an alliance with my clan if I marry my daughter to this kid? It's not bad, and my daughter wouldn't hate it if I agree to this since she already seems to love this brat so much,' Nicholas thought for a good five minutes.

After arranging his thoughts, Nicholas spoke, "I accept the agreement since this seems to be the only choice I have, and my daughter already seems to be attached to your grandson."

"But my promise to Count Wichura still stands. If I just break off our arrangement out of the blue, it will be bad for me and the clan's reputation," Nicholas raised his concern.

"So, what do you want to do?" Adriana asked.

"I don't know. I'm still thinking," Nicholas said as he pondered things, his eyes scanning around the room.

'King Shun of the Lumin Dynasty? What is he doing here?' Nicholas thought, his eyes then shifting toward Duncan Hailstorm, but he ignored his presence.

His gaze then landed on Victoria Flareheart, and he was surprised by her presence. 'I already guessed this brat is related to the Flareheart clan, but I didn't expect him to be this important.'

His eyes then landed on Helena. 'Oh, that's how it is? He is the product of a marriage between the Hailstorm princess and Flareheart prince. That's why he's that important. He must have awakened both the clan's celestial dragon bloodlines. Two celestial bloodlines, unparalleled comprehension talent, and from the rumors I heard, he also possesses the Mystic Voidheart Harmonic Physique.

It seems this alliance is the best course of action after all.'

Just as he was contemplating, Sam, who had been silent until now, raised his voice, "Let me settle this in my way."

With those words, Sam attracted everyone's attention, especially Victoria, who was very curious about her new nephew. Adriana was also expectant, "What's on your mind?"

"I will battle this Wichura guy. If he wins, you can fulfill your promise to Count Wichura. But if I win, he should just forget that Amelia even exists," Sam smiled evilly. "What do you think about my idea, my FATHER-IN-LAW?"

Nicholas felt veins popping on his head. 'Did he just call me FATHER-IN-LAW?'

Before he could react, Sam continued, "Also, inform him that I will humiliate him if he doesn't accept my challenge. It would be fun that way."

Sam wouldn't let this go. If the Wichura guy didn't accept his challenge, Sam would publicly humiliate him by calling him out, speaking ill of him, and verbally bullying him until he agreed to fight.

"HAHAHA!" Victoria couldn't control her laughter and let it loose. "That's a great idea. It will be much more entertaining too."

While others smiled weirdly at his idea, Helena and Lorraine couldn't control their urge to roll their eyes.

As for Amelia, Lenora, Yuna, Ophelia, Sophia, and Ava, they chuckled at his idea.

'This brat, is he for real?' Nicholas suddenly thought he had made a huge mistake.

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