My Celestial Ascension - Chapter 837

Chapter 837: Traces Of Spiritual Energy

Arriving outside the palace, Vrasha immediately recognized a familiar face waiting near the entrance. She had known this ogre since he was a boy.

“Oh, it’s you, Brukka,” Vrasha said as her gaze fixed on him, a small grin tugging at her lips.

Her expression quickly hardened as she asked, “Now tell me—why did you come all the way from our tribe to find me? Did the Dragon Blood Tribe attack us again?”

“It’s not that, Commander Vrasha,” Brukka replied calmly, shaking his head. “But we did catch a rat from the Dragon Blood Tribe lurking near our territory not long ago.”

“Oh? A rat, you say?” Vrasha’s brows arched, her face twisting in disgust.

“So those arrogant fools are spying on us again? Hmph! Typical of the Dragon Blood Tribe—cowards hiding behind their underhanded tricks.” She snorted coldly, her eyes blazing with rage. The air itself grew heavy, the atmosphere around the palace thickening under the weight of her fury.

Anna Grace immediately noticed the panic spreading among the guards and servants nearby. She stepped closer and gently placed her hand on Vrasha’s shoulder, drawing her attention.

Leaning in, she whispered softly, “Vrasha, calm yourself. Control your emotions. You’re frightening the people—your cultivation pressure is smothering them.”

Unbeknownst to Vrasha, her outburst had caused her cultivation to surge wildly, blanketing the palace in a suffocating pressure. Ordinary elves gasped for air, trembling under the weight of it.

Since she had only begun cultivating recently, Vrasha had not yet mastered control over her newfound power. Her strength had increased many times over, but she was still unfamiliar with how to suppress it.

Taking a deep breath, Vrasha steadied herself and gradually retracted her cultivation. The heavy pressure lifted at once, and the servants and guards sighed in relief as the air lightened, their breathing returning to normal.

Brukka also let out a shaky breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. Yet inside, he was rattled to his core—the sheer pressure he had just felt left him trembling. For a brief moment, he had been certain death was looming right before him. His heart still pounded wildly.

Once he composed himself, Brukka carefully reached into his magic pouch, pulled out a sealed letter, and presented it to Vrasha with both hands, his tone unusually polite.

“This is the letter our tribe leader instructed me to deliver to you. Everything you need to know is written inside,” Brukka said with a small smile. “Since I’ve fulfilled my duty, I’ll be taking my leave now.”

Vrasha wasted no time. She tore the seal open, her eyes scanning the letter quickly. The moment she finished reading, a wide, savage grin spread across her face.

“It seems the Dragon Blood Tribe’s day of destruction is near… Kaelrath, I’ll skin you alive with my own two hands…!” she muttered coldly before crushing the letter in her fist and striding back into the palace.

Anna Grace and the others exchanged amused chuckles as they followed her. They held no personal grudge against Kaelrath, but seeing the fury in Vrasha’s eyes, they could only sigh at his inevitable fate.

Once inside, they noticed Yuan emerging from Kitsura’s room. Immediately, every one of them fixed him with a smug grin, as if he had just returned victorious from a battlefield.

Anna Grace wasted no time—she rushed into his arms, and Yuan caught her effortlessly, hugging her close with a wide smile.

“Darling, it seems you’ve managed to conquer Kitsura with your impressive charm!” she teased with a bright grin before covering his face with dozens of playful kisses.

Emma and the others settled onto the sofa, each with a gleeful smile. They looked genuinely excited, for their family had gained another new addition.

“It seems we now have another sister in our family… and it just so happens to be Sister Mireya’s dear aunt. What a coincidence,” Rose chuckled softly.

“Indeed. Honestly, I expected this from the start,” Julie added with a smug grin. “From the moment I saw Kitsura’s beauty—and the look on our husband’s face—I knew it was only a matter of time.”

Emma nodded knowingly. “I couldn’t agree more. After all, how could our husband resist someone like her? The outcome was obvious.”

“Absolutely! Our husband is just too predictable,” Sylvia said with a mischievous grin. “I’d wager he had plenty of fun with our new sister. After all, Aunt Kitsura still hasn’t shown her face.”

Leah giggled softly, hiding her mouth with her hand. “I bet she’s so sore down there that she’s too embarrassed to come out and face us… hehe~”

Their laughter filled the room, but the atmosphere shifted when Vrasha stepped forward, her expression turning grave.

“Hubby,” Vrasha began, her tone heavy, “the war between our tribe and the Dragon Blood Tribe is upon us. I must return immediately—our forces will march toward Crimsonfang Peak in two days.”

The room fell into silence. Yuan met her gaze calmly, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look surprised at all—he had already foreseen this.

“I see…” he muttered after a moment, releasing a deep sigh. “So, the Dragon Blood Tribe wishes for their own destruction. What a pack of fools…”

“You have our full support in destroying the Dragon Blood Tribe, Vrasha. Whatever you need, we’ll help you.” Yuan said with a calm smile.

“Someone speaking about the destruction of that wretched tribe?”

A familiar voice suddenly echoed from the distance, accompanied by the sharp rhythm of heels clicking against the marble floor. Moments later, Mireya’s regal figure appeared before them.

“Oh, Mireya, you’re back!”

Yuan rose from the sofa at once, grinning broadly as he strode toward her. Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms.

“Hehe~ I’m back. But you should put me down first—I’m exhausted from all the work,” Mireya said sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek, her heart warming at his embrace.

“Alright, my dear wife,” Yuan chuckled softly as he set her down. “Go and take a bath to freshen yourself up. After that, we’ll discuss the fate of the Dragon Blood Tribe.”

“Definitely,” Mireya nodded with a bright smile before heading to her chamber to change and bathe.

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Meanwhile, Kitsura sat cross-legged in her room, her eyes closed as she focused intently on the cultivation technique Yuan had given her.

Her mind was clear, devoted entirely to memorizing and comprehending the technique. A faint glow flickered from the scroll in her hands as her understanding deepened.

Passing by, Mireya slowed her steps. Her brows knit slightly when she sensed an unusual aura leaking from the room.

“What is this? Why am I sensing traces of Spiritual Energy from Aunt Kitsura’s chamber? Strange…” she muttered softly, her eyes narrowing.

For a moment, she considered entering to investigate. “Should I go in and check it out?” she wondered aloud, still debating.

In the end, she shook her head. “I should bathe and change my clothes first.” She turned away, though curiosity lingered in her mind about what she had felt.

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Some time later, Mireya returned to the living area. There, Yuan was already surrounded by his women, teasing them as they laughed together.

Her eyes twitched slightly at the sight of him squeezing Angela’s enormous breasts while carrying on a casual conversation with the others.

‘This man… can’t he keep his hands away from our bodies for even a moment?’ Mireya sighed inwardly, though her lips curved into a small smile despite herself.

Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the sofa and sat gracefully beside Anna Grace, her gaze settling on Yuan with a faint, amused smile.

“So, what were you all talking about earlier? Care to fill me in?” Mireya asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she raised her brows.

“Well, for your information, Vrasha’s tribe will be marching toward Crimsonfang Peak in two days. Vrasha will be joining them in the war against the Dragon Blood Tribe.”

Yuan began to explain everything to Mireya, detailing how he supported Vrasha’s decision and planned to aid her tribe in the war. With his strength, the Ogre Tribe’s victory was already assured—after all, not a single warrior from the Dragon Blood Tribe could hope to stand against him, even if he used only ten percent of his power.

Furthermore, Yuan revealed his plan to help Vrasha reach the peak of the Spirit Warrior realm before the war began. For that, she would need to dual cultivate with him frequently. With enough talent and luck, she might even break through to the Spirit Master realm if enlightenment favored her.

Even if she failed to reach the Spirit Master realm, her new strength would still be more than enough to crush Kaelrath with her own hands. The only real threat was the countless Wyverns that would swarm from the skies.

Neither Vrasha nor the Ogre Tribe, with their massive weapons, could reliably deal with such a horde. If their giant arrows missed, they would be useless. What the tribe needed was someone who could subdue the Wyverns before they unleashed destruction.

That was where Yuan and his wives came in. With just a single command, Xi Meili could bend the Wyverns to her will. She alone would be an irreplaceable asset in the coming battle.

He went on to outline his strategy to Mireya: avoid direct confrontation with the Dragon Blood Tribe, act only when necessary, and strike decisively.

“I see… so that’s your plan.” Mireya nodded slowly, her eyes serious. “I completely understand now. But I will also join this war.”

“Oh? And may I know the reason why you wish to fight? After all, this is my tribe’s battle,” Vrasha asked, her brows arching slightly in curiosity.

Mireya’s lips curled into a sharp smirk. “Well, I have a personal grudge to settle with the Dragon Blood Tribe. I believe you already know what happened not too long ago.”

Vrasha’s eyes widened in realization, as if lightning had struck her. Of course—how could she forget such an event? Mireya was the one who had dealt the greatest humiliation in history to the Dragon Blood Tribe, making them lose face before the entire continent.

With a wide grin, Mireya declared, “I’ll fight beside you, Sister Vrasha. Together, we’ll drag that bastard Kaelrath to his knees and make him beg for forgiveness!”