My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 406 - 380: The Three Great Martial God Inheritances

A group of people with an extraordinary presence arrived at the best hospital in Niphoria.

They were all dressed in black, and the hospital director personally led the way for them.

"What’s the situation?"

The director replied respectfully, "He has regained consciousness, but his internal injuries are severe. I’m afraid he won’t be able to practice martial arts anymore."

The man listening to him paused his steps. "Is there really no cure?"

The director shook his head regretfully. "I’m sorry, he’s beyond saving."

The man glanced back at the young man at the very rear. Seeing the young man’s placid expression, which betrayed no hint of his feelings, his heart leaped into his throat.

When they entered the hospital room, they saw an elderly man with a full head of silver hair lying on the bed, looking to be at death’s door.

He was surrounded by numerous medical instruments keeping him alive, and several Martial Healers were administering acupuncture.

With his meridians destroyed and no Power to sustain him, it was as if his life was on fast-forward, rapidly approaching its end.

The man strode over quickly and asked with concern, "Can he still speak?"

The Martial Healers shook their heads. "The patient’s bodily functions are deteriorating rapidly. We’re only keeping him alive with medication now."

"All of you, leave for now. We have some matters to interrogate him about."

The Martial Healers exchanged glances, then said hesitantly, "The patient is unable to speak right now."

Seeing the man’s expression darken slightly, the director quickly gestured for them to leave the room.

After all the outsiders had left the room, the man turned around, faced the young man at the back, and said respectfully, "Sir, I must ask for your help to save him."

Alaric Winslow glanced at the Basic Supervisor beside him.

The supervisor immediately stepped forward, raised his hand, and pressed on the man’s Energy Sea Acupoint. A continuous stream of Power flowed into the old man’s body.

Soon, the old man on the bed actually found the strength to open his eyes.

He even managed to speak. "Aurora Sinclair is... a descendant of a Super Soldier... a remnant from that time..."

The Basic Supervisor’s expression changed slightly. He turned to the young man. "Sir, this person cannot be allowed to live..."

On his way here, Alaric Winslow had crammed a great deal of common knowledge about the outside world, including recent events, but this was the first time he had ever heard of a Super Soldier.

"What is a Super Soldier?"

"They were genetically modified humans secretly researched by Veridia forty years ago, the first generation of what are now Chameleons. When their power erupts, their strength and cultivation level rise rapidly, their bodies become as hard as iron, and the color of their hair and pupils lightens. At the same time, they lose all reason and turn into mindless monsters, just like wild beasts..."

’A rise in cultivation level, a hardened body, Beastification?’

A look of inquiry slowly emerged in Alaric Winslow’s eyes.

This situation was very similar to what his master had told him about the inherited talents of the three great Martial God families.

Beastification was the inherited talent of the Beastmen family, granting phantom-like speed and immense strength.

A hardened body was the inherited talent of the Lowell Clan, allowing them to rapidly reinforce a part of their body, making it as hard as iron and impervious to pain, rendering them invincible.

As for the family that could rapidly increase their cultivation level after an eruption of power...

Alaric Winslow’s heart tightened in an instant.

This was the inherited talent of the Harrow Family, which had vanished for several thousand years. They could rapidly seize the Vitality between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves and quickly raise their cultivation level.

’Could a bloodline of the Harrow Family still exist in this world?’

Back then, because the Harrow Clan’s inheritance disrupted the balance of Martial Arts, the Ancestor had dispatched people to hunt down the Harrow Clansmen for several thousand years.

The two clans had long been mortal enemies.

’It seems this Chameleon incident requires a thorough investigation.’

Alaric Winslow glanced at the man on the hospital bed and asked coolly, "Is the Beastmen Tribe still in Niphoria?"

"Reporting to you, Sir, the Beastmen Tribe is still here. They currently go by the surname Yamada and live in seclusion year-round in the Southern Mountains."

"Go to the Yamada Clan."

***

A tranquil valley, filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers, was deserted year-round.

The dense mountain forest formed a natural barrier, obstructing the Yamada Clan’s search.

Deep within the forest, a silver suitcase was slowly dragging an unconscious, comatose girl with her eyes shut tight toward a sunlit area.

The girl’s face was as pale as paper. Although her external wounds had healed, her internal injuries were severe, and her ribs seemed to be broken.

Although Ditto Miles had set her bones and injected her with medicine, they were now in dire need of blood bags and nutrient solution.

She was not out of danger yet; her fate was now in the hands of heaven.

"Attempt 102 to send distress signal failed. Initiating attempt 103..."

A red light flashed on Ditto Miles’s body. It was trying to contact the outside world, but the magnetic field here was strange, and its program had been unable to break through the shielding network.

Ditto Miles placed Dawn Miles on a clean rock and began to absorb sunlight to recharge.

At the same time, it remained vigilant for any potential dangers nearby.

"Attempt 108 to send distress signal. Signal sent successfully!"

Alvin Morgan, who was at the Sherwood Family’s estate in Niphoria, felt his watch begin to vibrate violently.

"Beta, get the car ready—"

Alvin Morgan’s expression changed in an instant as he hurried outside.

Grace Sherwood was confused. "Mr. Morgan, has something happened?"

"Please take me to the Yamada Clan."

Grace Sherwood’s expression shifted slightly, and a bad feeling rose in her heart.

"You can’t visit the Yamada Clan without a formal invitation."

"It doesn’t matter. Just get us there—"

Meanwhile, a group of people in black uniforms had already arrived at the entrance to the Yamada Clan’s territory.

The man in the lead showed his credentials to the Members of the Yamada Clan at the gate.

"We’re from the Martial Affairs Bureau. We’re here to visit the Clan Leader of Yamada!"

The Members of the Yamada Clan’s expressions changed slightly. "Everyone, please follow me..."

When Howard Yamada learned that people from the Martial Affairs Bureau had arrived, his expression didn’t change much. He said flatly, "Have them wait in the front hall."

After his confidant left, the door to an adjacent room in his house opened, and Elias Lennox emerged with a grim look on his face. "They’re fast."

Howard Yamada thought for a moment. "Mr. Harrow, would you like to go with me?"

"I’ll go."

Howard Yamada and Elias Lennox walked from the backyard to the reception hall in the front courtyard.

Before they even entered the reception hall, Elias Lennox’s expression changed dramatically, and he immediately pulled Howard Yamada to a stop.

He made a hand gesture indicating the presence of a Regulator, and Howard Yamada’s heart instantly leaped into his throat.

Since the Yamada Clan went into seclusion, it had been a long time since they had dealt with high-level figures from the Martial World.

He composed his expression slightly, walked into the reception hall, and sat in the only empty seat.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

His expression was very serious as he secretly sized up the people in the room. His gaze fixed on the three individuals with long hair at the very back, and his fingers, resting on his lap, grew slick with nervous sweat.

People with long hair were generally High Rank Martial Cultivators from the Martial World.

The director of Niphoria’s Martial Affairs Bureau took a photo out of his briefcase. "Clan Leader of Yamada, we’ve come to you today mainly to ask you about something."

"Feel free to ask." Howard Yamada looked at the girl in the photo, striving to suppress the panic in his heart as he replied calmly.

"Have you seen this girl?"

"I have."

"Where?"

Howard Yamada’s expression seemed to turn angry. "She barged in a few days ago demanding to know about our clan’s traditions. She ended up fighting me, and our Elders drove her off. I have no idea where she ran to now. If you catch her, you must make her compensate our clan for our losses..."

The Martial Affairs Bureau director was somewhat surprised by the Clan Leader of Yamada’s words and continued to ask, "What is her strength like?"

"At first, I thought she was a Regulator, until she used our clan’s inherited talent. Only then did my clan see through her identity..."