My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

The Regulator stood at the entrance to Sunstone Village, his hands clasped behind his back. His indifferent voice carried to every corner of Sunstone.

The villagers’ faces paled. They quickly came out of their homes and bowed to the Regulator.

These Regulators came to Sunstone at least once a year. They would usually leave after seeing Master Aerion.

If they didn’t see him, they would fine the Radiant Void Sect a massive sum, striking at Master Aerion’s lifeline.

It was nothing short of insidious, malicious, and cruel.

Leigh Miles, carrying a white funeral banner, walked over, pulling along Titus Miles who was dressed in mourning clothes.

Her eyes were filled with killing intent. She glared fiercely at the Lowell Family members standing behind the Regulator, wishing she could rush forward and take her revenge right then and there.

A flicker of surprise showed in the Regulator’s eyes. He coolly asked the man behind her, "Where is the Guardian?"

Ronan Warner, who was carrying Marshall Lowell’s body, threw it down in front of the Regulator.

"Marshall Lowell practiced an Evil Skill and became corrupted by his martial arts. He stole the Vitality of others to enhance his own strength, colluded with foreign enemies, and murdered Veridia’s Guardian..."

"Father—"

"Old Family Head—"

The Lowell Family members’ eyes looked ready to split from rage as they roared furiously, their Power flaring up instantly.

The villagers and Leigh Miles also clenched their fists, their own Power surging forth.

It looked like a fight was about to break out between the two sides.

The Regulator snorted coldly. An immense pressure bore down on both groups, forcing everyone to retract their Power to defend themselves.

But they continued to glare at each other as if they were mortal enemies.

The Regulator glanced coolly at the man gasping for breath on the ground and asked again, "Who is the new Guardian?"

"I am—"

Along with the cold, emotionless voice, a figure exuding a frosty aura, wearing the Guardian Jade Token, slowly approached.

Her hair was snow-white, dazzling in the sunlight.

A cold mist seemed to evaporate from her body. With every step she took, the ground seemed to freeze over.

"A... a Super Soldier..."

Hugo Lowell’s eyes widened in shock, the words seemingly squeezed from his throat.

The Regulator was somewhat surprised. He sized her up for a long moment, his brow furrowed slightly, and said flatly, "You are not qualified..."

"Is that so?"

Aurora Sinclair watched him coldly. A shadow flashed past, and Hugo Lowell, who had been standing behind the Regulator, was now caught by the throat.

"Am I qualified now?"

The Regulator froze. A look of caution entered his eyes. He had only managed to catch a glimpse of her afterimage.

He asked again, "What is the extent of your strength?"

But before the words had even left his mouth, her fist was already before him, only a few millimeters from his eye.

Her Power had shattered his own domain of Power and was now assailing his entire body.

Her gaze was emotionless, her voice colder than ice. "Am I qualified?"

This time, terror filled the Regulator’s eyes. He forced his racing heart back down and said in a strained, steady voice, "You are..."

"No! She’s a remnant of Veridia’s old Project A! She’ll lose control if she unleashes her power—"

Hugo Lowell roared, his eyes wide with terror. He had once been unfortunate enough to witness the terrifying strength unleashed by a Super Soldier who had lost control. It was an existence capable of world-ending destruction.

"Is that so? Am I out of control now? Regulator..." Aurora Sinclair swept her gaze over all the members of the Lowell Family before looking indifferently at the man in front.

The Regulator’s breath hitched. The Power inside his body felt as if it had been seized, no longer under his control. Even his Energy Sea Acupoint was being pressed by a sharp surge of Power.

His expression darkened instantly, but he had no choice but to force himself to say, "No..."

Aurora Sinclair turned back to Hugo Lowell, her gaze as cold as if she were looking at a dead man. "The Lowell Family aided a tyrant, colluded with foreign enemies, and participated in the murder of the previous Guardian. They will not be tolerated by the Martial World. I hereby declare them purged—"

"How dare you... AHH—"

Hugo Lowell’s furious shout turned into an agonized scream as the meridians in his body were severed one by one.

The other members of the Lowell Family saw only a black shadow flash before a tearing pain wracked their bodies.

Watching them fall one by one, the Regulator’s pupils contracted. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he kept his mouth shut.

All the elites of the Lowell Family who had set foot on Sunstone had their martial arts crippled before being blasted off the mountain by a wave of palm energy.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Ethan Lowell heard a familiar female voice drift down from above.

"From this day forward, the Lowell Family is expunged from the Veridian Martial World—"

Ethan Lowell’s face was a mask of horror. Looking at the members of the Lowell Family wailing in agony before him, he felt as if his blood had frozen solid, and his whole body trembled...

"Aurora..."

"All of you, leave at once. Dare to trespass again, and you will die—"

Far away in Kingsford, Zane Lockwood, the Lockwood Patriarch, received the news from Sunstone, and a light gleamed in his eyes.

Facing all the Lockwood Family elites before him, he bellowed in a powerful, resonant voice, "Move out—"

「A few days later」 Zane Lockwood became the new president of the Veridian Martial Alliance.

The Vance Family replaced the Lowell Family as vice president and returned to Kingsford.

Of the Seven Great Families of Kingsford, the Lowells were extinguished, and the Vances survived.

***

「On the white snow of the Kaelan Mountains.」

A young woman in a black Daoist robe stood with her hands clasped behind her back.

Her hair was styled in an ancient bun, fastened with a Jade Hairpin bearing a unique pattern. Engraved on the body of the pin were three ancient characters: Radiant Void Sect.

Behind her stood a man, a woman, and a frail man being supported by someone else.

The three of them were dressed in formal attire, their clothes embroidered with the emblems of their respective sects.

Kneeling behind them were several hundred people, each dressed in simple, traditional garments.

The hems of their clothes were embroidered with special patterns and characters, giving them a very solemn appearance.

They were conducting the succession ceremony for the Radiant Void Sect.

The person at the very front was chanting something under their breath, kowtowing every so often.

After an unknown amount of time, they shouted loudly, "We, the mountain keepers of Sunstone, congratulate the one hundred and thirty-third Sect Leader of the Radiant Void Sect! May you carry on the legacy and bring fortune to all people. Kowtow and bow—"

Aurora Sinclair clasped her hands together, knelt, and bowed to the memorial tablets before her.

Outsiders were not allowed to attend the succession ceremony, so Alvin Morgan could only stand atop Sunstone, gazing toward the Kaelan Mountains.

Benjamin Morgan looked at his master’s somewhat lonely silhouette and sighed to himself.

He recalled a line he had once read in a book:

The crowd cheers for the one who soars over the mountaintop, but only those who love her weep for her scarred and broken wings.

’His master didn’t want her to stand on that peak.’

’She would no longer be her true self.’

***

All the pomp and circumstance eventually fades, and the show must come to an end.

Aurora Sinclair sat alone at the summit of the Kaelan Mountains, looking down upon the world.

The low-lying Aurum Mountains stood like a line of guards, keeping the snows of the Kaelan Mountains north of the range.

The white and the green were sharply divided. One side was a world of ice and snow, while the other was like spring all year round.

Her master had never wanted her to ascend to the summit of the Kaelan Mountains. He’d said that if one’s state of mind was not ready, it was easy to lose oneself here. Only after she had experienced the myriad facets of life and achieved a transcendent state of mind could she come to this place.

’It seems he was right. The cold here is bone-chilling, and there’s nothing but a vast expanse of white. It’s as if I’m the only person left in the entire world.’

’It’s lonely at the top.’

...

’Master, I will find the one who did this and avenge you—’

Aurora Sinclair bowed her head three times before the incense burner dedicated to Master Aerion’s memory, then turned and sped down the mountain.

The clouds in the sky slowly parted. A ray of sunlight shone down, gradually illuminating the altar made of ice.

The crystalline altar glittered in the sunlight.

A white figure limped over to the altar. Its hind leg was splinted with a piece of wood, making it awkward for it to lie down.

Suddenly—

The white figure stood up, staring intently at the block of ice beneath the altar.

A faint cracking sound grew louder and louder.

The white figure threw its head back and howled:

"AWOOO—"

Countless black figures arrived, plummeting from the sky like warriors.

At last, a crack split the thick block of ice from the inside out, and it grew wider and wider.

A pair of bloody hands reached out from within the shattered ice...