The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

"How do you expect e to find a person without any knowledge about his identity? At least give us a name," Adriana asked with a helpless expression.

Elma and the ever-so-quiet Twig just maintained stern, motionless expressions, not uttering a word.

Even Duncan Hailstorm, who was usually aloof, couldn't handle the way the Dryads led the conversation. 'Would it kill them to just answer a single question?'

"He goes by many titles; I'm not sure what his name is in this era," Elma replied with uncertainty.

Ever since the World Tree(The Heavenly Dao) instructed the dryads to search for this person, Elma and the other dryads who accompanied her engaged in a debate warfare about how they would address him when they found him.

They still hadn't decided on a worthy title for someone of his stature.

"If you can't say his name, at least tell us who this person is. Since you spirits came all this way for him, he should be a person of high stature, right?" Before Adriana could speak, Helena interjected.

"...Yes...he is probably the most important figure one might come across in the world... he is someone very important to the revered Queen."

"More important than the spirits?" Ava slowly asked.

After a few seconds pause, Elma replied, "Yes... Our queen considers him as her kin." She didn't feel bad or wronged when she said those words. These were facts; she simply spoke the truth.

One should not bring their feelings into formal discussions; it was something that all dryads acknowledged.

One must realize that reality is indifferent to our emotions; it adheres to facts.

'Someone important to the great World Tree? The only thing that could come close to being said important to the World Tree are spirits, and they are nothing but subordinates. Does a person like that actually exist, or have these spirits lost their minds?' Adriana's irritation grew to the point that it showed on her face.

Suppressing her anger, Adriana calmly spoke, "I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but as far as my knowledge goes, there is no one in my territory that even slightly resembles that overpowered description."

Suddenly, her tone did a one-eighty turn. "...You know what? I bet there is no one in this world who could come close to resembling that person, or maybe you guys saw this person in your dreams."

"I ain't no doctor, but I do know that illusions and dreams are common among folks with mental issues. You should probably check that out."

'Wait a minute, do Dryads even have brains? To have a mental problem, one must have a functioning brain, right?' Adriana grinned internally.

Not far away, Duncan broke out in a cold sweat when he noticed the Matriarch's rude tone and blatant insult. 'Damn, she needs to calm the fuck down, or she will incur the Heavenly Dao's wrath on us.'

Even Sam, who was secretly observing this unusual meeting, was surprised and impressed. 'Whoa, I didn't know my she could talk like that... I really want to do 'it' with her mouth now.'

'Now that's the mother I love and adore,' Lorraine looked at her mother proudly.

As for Helena, Ava, and Victoria, they could only sigh and shake their heads in embarrassment. 'She should at least try to maintain her attitude in the presence of outsiders. She is the leader of the Hailstorm Clan, for God's sake. What would other clan leaders think of her if they knew about this?'

Her words in the last sentence came out as perceived rude and insulting, probably because her emotions were influenced by her anger and frustration.

But Elma and the others right now didn't mind her rude tone or the insult. What she said in the first sentences—that she didn't know him—caught their attention.

"Clan leader, I wonder if you could think hard again... because I know for a fact that you have come in contact with him recently," Elma said in an indifferent tone.

The Hailstorm Clan women's confusion and irritation deepened.

Every time the Dryad spoke of him, it appeared like she was a fanatic, as if she was speaking about her god.

Why would a person who is worshipped by the spirits like a god would ever come to their territory? It seemed random and...unreasonable.

"Is that just a baseless assumption, or do you guys have a reason to believe that we came in contact with this...person?" Adriana grinned, convinced that these Dryads really are a bunch of nutjobs who hadn't been catered to in their life.

Elma tilted her head, "Yes, there is a reason... I could sense his scent all over you women, except for that man over there... Only those who were near him could have his scent mixed with theirs."

At her revelation, the women fell silent, exchanging concerned glances.

Adriana, Helena, Lorraine, Ava, and Victoria knew that the only man they had spent time with in the past few days was Sam.

Helena, like an obsessive mother, secretly stalked Sam wherever he went, even when he was cultivating in the mountains.

She spent every moment with him when he wasn't cultivating or involved in intimate activities with Amelia.

Lorraine and Victoria were another pair of nephew-stalking aunts, always in the presence of Sam.

Victoria, especially, did whatever she could to get close to him because unlike Lorraine, she wasn't there when Sam grew up. Experience tales on _emp _y,r.

Ava was a bit different; she was timid and introverted, unsure how to start a conversation with Sam.

Nevertheless, she tried.

Learning from Lorraine that the way to Sam's heart was through food, she made great progress in her relationship with Sam.

Though not skilled at conversation, she was an excellent cook, impressing Sam with a variety of dishes.

Adriana didn't spend as much time with Sam as the others since she had a clan to manage and supervise.

However, whenever she got the chance, she was by Sam's side.

"Are you talking about my grandson?"

Suddenly, as if the worst had come to pass, the atmosphere turned sour.

Everyone present could feel the intense killing intent rising faster and faster, like a tsunami ready to drown every life in its path.

An eerie silence prevailed, and the distant sounds of small insects disappeared as if they were obliterated without making a single sound.

This was followed by the sound of wingbeats as hundreds of thousands of birds fled in fear, their lives threatened by the incomparable killing intent that rose from the hundreds of dryads hiding in the unseen darkness of the forest.

A small rustling noise echoed from the enveloping darkness of the forest, attracting the gazes of Adriana and others.

There, they witnessed something unrecognizable moving in the woods, seemingly blending in with the trees.

Ava, searching for the source of the movement, sensed a pair of eyes behind her.

When she turned to look, there she saw a pair of bright yellowish-green eyes glowing menacingly in the darkness, like something that emerged from a twisted nightmare.

The movement from her left caught her attention; there, she saw the same kind of eyes, tens of them looking at them with hostility.

The sound of movements appeared all around them, and before they knew it, they were surrounded by hundreds of those menacing, creepy yellowish-green eyes, glowing with a strange essence in the darkness.

"You've got some nerve to say... that he could be your grandson," Elma's eyes turned yellowish-green, her skin taking on a brownish-green color.

Her voice gained a sonorous quality. Beside her, Twig was in the same state; even his indifferent face turned grim with fury.

"...you bunch of vile barbarians think you can call yourselves his kin?...you lowlifes don't know your place."

Adriana felt the overwhelming killing intent of her and her companions.

She was afraid; at most, there would be Sage Realm dryads here. While she was a Boundary Emperor, she could easily dispose of them if she wished.

The only thing that prevented her from destroying these dryads was the fact that they were part of the spirit race.

Killing them would be the end of them.

Still, that didn't mean she would let these dryads do anything they wanted. If they attacked, she would most definitely fight back.

"...I guess this is to be expected from the disgraceful, loathsome, and vile creatures," Elma's monotonous voice was heard.

"Detestable and worthless."

Helena and the others, unlike Adriana, didn't know the cultivation realm of these dryads. They immediately summoned their weapons, ready to battle.

They were too focused on the hundreds of dryads before to care about the insults thrown at them by Elma, the dryad.

"... you undeserving lowlife woman needs to be disposed of for disrespecting his eminence and addressing him with such simpleton insulting relating to you....you deserve death," Elma's voice became more monotonic as she took a step back, followed by Twig and hundreds of dryads closing in on them.

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