The Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect—Luca—had fallen in love with Kara.

That year, at Blackspire Mountain, he had announced it openly and without restraint, declaring to the entire Demon Clan that he wished to pursue her.

The words shook the Blackspire mountain.

From that day on, not only the Heavenly Demon Sect, but the entirety of Blackspire Mountain understood one thing clearly—

Kara was the woman Luca wanted.

All those who had once coveted her appearance, harbored impure thoughts, or dreamed of taking her as their own quietly withdrew. No one dared offend the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Yet despite that—

Kara never accepted Luca's pursuit.

Not once.

At this moment, she stared at the man standing before her, her expression calm but guarded.

"Who are you…" she asked slowly.

The bronze mirror at her waist suddenly lit up, emitting a faint demonic glow.

"Heavenly Demon Sect. Luca."

The voice in the mirror confirmed it.

Luca smiled faintly. "Long time no see, Kara. Are you not used to this face of mine?"

"So it is His Royal Highness the Holy Son," Kara replied, bowing slightly. Her tone was polite, distant, flawless.

"Forgive my discourtesy."

"There's no need to be so formal," Luca said warmly. "Just call me by my name."

"That wouldn't be appropriate," Kara replied flatly.

"Etiquette must be observed. Besides, I am not familiar with Your Highness. Please call me Miss Kara."

Her words were calm, but decisive.

She did not like Luca.

There was no deep reason.

She simply didn't.

If given the choice, she would rather take Morwen far away from Blackspire Mountain, let her find a cultivator of the same human bloodline, become Dao companions, and live quietly—far from power struggles and sect politics.

But her great ambition had not yet been fulfilled.

She could not leave.

A trace of coldness flashed through Luca's eyes—but vanished just as quickly.

"In that case," he said with a smile, "I will call you Miss Kara."

Nearby, Ethan remained seated, quietly playing the role of an uninvolved bystander.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the two from the corner of his vision.

"There's someone else from the Demon sect," he thought.

"His aura is different from the Black Demon Sect's… and he's an Upper Supreme."

"That's interesting."

He lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

"Alicia, holographic eye."

The panel unfolded silently.

[Name: Luca]

[Race: Demon Clan – direct descendant of the Demon Ancestor]

[Realm: Upper Supreme]

[Identity: Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect]

"Heavenly Demon Sect…"

"A direct descendant of the Demon Ancestor, and the Holy Son at that."

Ethan's lips curved into an imperceptible smile.

"This is a big fish."

The Heavenly Demon Sect was the strongest force in Blackspire Mountain. Its sect master—the Demon Supreme—was an existence of terrifying depth and authority.

Whether Ultimate Supreme or Perfect Supreme… that was still unclear.

But Luca's appearance alone told Ethan one thing—

The Heavenly Demon Sect had come for the Training Trial.

Which meant Ethan's guess was almost certainly correct.

The Blackspire Mountain demon sects possessed Sage Tokens.

And not just one.

Meanwhile, Kara spoke calmly.

"Your Highness came to see me personally. May I know what important matter requires your attention?"

"It's not very important," Luca replied lightly.

"Just a small issue."

"Then please speak plainly."

"I want one Sage Token from your Black Demon Sect."

Luca raised a finger casually, his smile playful.

"Sage Token?"

Kara's brows furrowed.

She replied immediately, "Isn't this inappropriate, Your Highness? Each sect participating in the Training Trial is granted two Sage Tokens. This was personally promised by the Demon Supreme."

"Now the Heavenly Demon Sect asks to reclaim one from us—doesn't that violate the agreement?"

"The Heavenly Demon Sect leads Blackspire Mountain. Shouldn't it set an example?"

Her words were measured, but firm.

Luca chuckled.

"Miss Kara, it's true the Sage Tokens were distributed by my master."

"But before I came, he also said this—"

"In the Demon Territory, I am fully authorized."

"That means I have the right, and the ability, to reclaim your Sage Token."

His tone was calm.

But arrogance bled through every syllable.

"The Sage Token isn't just an entry certificate," Luca continued.

"It's tied to the inheritance and treasures of the Emperor Sage. It even contains clues related to the Demon Ancestor's legacy."

"The Training Trial occurs once every hundred years. Spots are precious."

"Those who can secure them… deserve them."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You are the only one in your Black Demon Sect who has stepped into the Supreme Realm."

"One quota is enough."

A sneer crept to the corner of his mouth.

He had pursued Kara for years.

Yet she remained cold, distant, unyielding.

A mere sect master of the Black Demon Sect—an Inferior Supreme—dared to keep him at arm's length?

She truly didn't know her place.

He had never wanted to use force.

But since Kara refused to drink a toast—

She would have to drink a forfeit.

Otherwise, she might think he was easy to deal with.

Kara's expression darkened.

Her palms clenched tightly.

She understood the situation perfectly.

Luca held power, identity, and backing she could not contend with directly.

But she would not bow easily.

If she had compromised so readily, she would never have reached her current position.

Seeing her silence, Luca smiled wider.

"Miss Kara, this matter is not without room for negotiation."

"As long as you agree to be my woman—"

"Forget two Sage Tokens. I can secure three for you."

"Not only that," he continued, voice lowering slightly, "after entering the Training Trial Secret Realm, I'll let you and your useless disciple follow me."

"With my protection, even if you fail to obtain the Emperor Sage's inheritance, you'll still gain heavenly treasures, high-level techniques, and powerful martial arts."

He straightened, confidence radiating from him.

"So," Luca asked at last, "what does Miss Kara think?"

He was certain.

He had always been certain.

He had tried patience.

He had tried courtesy.

But after all these years...

Kara obviously doesn't like easy situations.

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