Rise of The Abandoned Husband

When I heard this, I quickly asked, "Do you know about the Sean family?"

Saron spoke casually, "From what you've described, it can only be the ancient Sean family."

I nodded and said, "Continue."

Saron cleared his throat and explained, "The Sean family is an old bloodline. Legend says their pure bloodline is incredibly strong and was once thought to be among the world's most powerful bloodlines."

"From what I understand, if someone's bloodline reaches eighty percent, they qualify to lead the Sean family... one hundred percent... I've never witnessed that."

I frowned, feeling worried.

"Eighty percent? So Alberto Sean... he appears to have eighty percent, but the Sean family didn't come for him," I said quietly.

Saron shrugged, "That just means his bloodline isn't natural."

"There's a huge gap between natural and artificial bloodlines."

"If it's a natural eighty percent bloodline, there's a strong possibility of reaching the Tribulation Transcending Realm later. As for one hundred percent... nobody knows how strong that could be."

At this point, Saron sighed, "Like I mentioned, when the masked woman's time arrives, it'll definitely be a remarkable era. This truly appears to be a golden age."

I stayed quiet.

After hearing Saron's explanation, I felt enormous pressure.

"So the Sean family is really powerful?" I asked again.

Saron looked at me and asked, "A family that's reached the Tribulation Stage; what do you expect?"

"Let me put it this way - clans that have achieved the Tribulation Stage are all considered elite aristocratic families, and their offspring benefit."

"Descendants carrying the bloodline of a Tribulation Stage cultivator will be extremely strong."

I scratched my head, "But didn't the Immortal Slaying Sect also reach the Tribulation Stage? What about their descendants?"

"Are you serious? The Immortal Slaying Sect was wiped out. Where would descendants come from?" Saron nearly lost his composure.

I suddenly understood and said sheepishly, "Oh, right..."

"Mason, in such a flourishing era, there are usually many prodigies, and all sorts of forgotten bloodlines will emerge. You must be cautious," Saron yawned.

I responded with a grunt, my eyes showing a flash of resolve.

Though I felt the pressure was quite intense, I didn't retreat; instead, it sparked my competitive spirit.

The more flourishing the era, the more thrilling it becomes!

Without saying more, I went to sleep.

The following day.

As soon as I woke up, I heard commotion from below.

Looking out the window, I saw two corpses dumped outside the door.

These two bodies died the same way as the others before, their forms completely drained.

Beside the corpses, apart from the gathering crowd, stood a purple-robed figure from the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

"The Capital City Martial Arts Association has finally sent someone," I rubbed my chin and narrowed my eyes.

Below, the purple-robed figure spoke loudly, beating his chest and declaring, "Be assured, the Capital City Martial Arts Association will definitely provide answers for this incident!"

"Mr. Coleman has already declared, give us three days, we must capture the culprit!"

Watching from upstairs, I couldn't help but sneer silently.

"Seems like they're putting on a performance," I murmured quietly.

Sure enough, when the man with the mustache and I went to the Hundred Spirits Meeting that afternoon, people's looks toward us started feeling odd.

Their eyes shifted, some even purposely kept away from me.

"Damn, they actually believe that?" The man with the mustache cursed.

I smirked, "Like I told you, repeat a lie enough times and it becomes the truth."

"Plus, don't forget, the martial arts mainstream media is still under the Capital City Martial Arts Association's control."

The man with the mustache frowned and asked, "So what's our move?"

I sighed softly and shook my head, "We're trapped, there's nothing we can do."

Right now, everyone's just secretly suspicious. I can't just step forward and declare it wasn't me, can I?

Wouldn't that be admitting guilt?

"Just ignore them," I shook my head.

That day, I could clearly sense the change in the crowd around me.

By my calculations, at least thirty percent of people now suspected me.

——

That evening, Garcia Coleman burst into laughter.

"See? These people are just opportunists. Today's champion might become tomorrow's villain that everyone despises!" Garcia sneered.

When it came to human nature, he understood it perfectly.

"Master Coleman, should we issue a statement now?" Barret inquired.

"No!" Garcia shook his head.

"To make something appear genuine, we shouldn't get directly involved. Instead, we should guide people by shaping their suspicions about Mason!" Garcia sneered.

Hearing this, Barret couldn't help but give Garcia a thumbs-up.

"Mr. Coleman, I didn't realize you had such talent! You're truly a natural leader!" Barret praised.

Garcia appeared quite pleased as he said, "To handle these people, just a little cleverness is enough."

"Mason will soon learn that there's more than one method to destroy someone!"

——

Another day went by.

The attitude of people around me shifted again, and more began to fear me.

Meanwhile, Garcia dispatched people to spread seemingly reasonable "analysis" among the crowd, attempting to redirect their suspicions toward me.

Three days later, people started completely avoiding me.

Wherever I showed up, there would definitely be people whispering.

I couldn't be bothered. The man with the mustache and I entered a shop. Casually picking up a fan, I asked, "Boss, what's the price on this?"

The owner's expression changed, and he quickly said, "I... I'm not selling."

The man with the mustache said irritably, "Why? You don't want money?"

The shop owner, frightened, remained silent, his face growing even paler.

I waved my hand and said, "Forget it."

After leaving the shop, the man with the mustache couldn't help but say, "Damn, these people are too cruel. Just a few days back they were calling you a hero, and now their attitude has flipped like this."

I smiled bitterly, "Someone's manipulating things, I can't fault them."

——

From the shadows, someone watched Mason's departing figure and couldn't help but sneer.

"Mr. Baton, do you have any ideas?" Beside him, a Martial Saint asked.

Saumel Baton sneered, "Others might not see through Garcia's tactics, but I can see them crystal clear! If that's how it is, I'll lend him a hand!"

With that, he looked at the shop and said coldly, "When the moment comes, kill that shop owner!"