The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 426: Like a Pet That Had Found Its Master

Aldrian’s mind returned to reality as he grasped the scarf in his hand inside the secret vault of the Rosalind family. He opened his eyes and looked at the scarf, a deep sadness settling in his heart. Remembering the face of the phoenix ancestor and how she had given away the scarf "he" had given her, he felt a sharp pang of heartache.

The information he had just gained from the vision was immense, but he chose not to dwell on it for now. Instead, he injected his golden energy into the scarf to see if it would react. A golden hue appeared on his hand and transferred to the fabric, a sight that Baron Rosalind and the others could clearly see. It was the first time they had witnessed Aldrian’s golden energy up close, and they were utterly mesmerized by it.

At this moment, what they felt from the golden energy was warmth and soothing comfort. Was this really the same energy that had unleashed a sword technique capable of cutting down a flying fortress? How could an energy possess such vastly different properties? They couldn’t comprehend it—it was beyond their understanding.

Usually, any type of energy had distinct properties that could be clearly sensed. For example, fire energy felt hot and wild, water energy was refreshing and cool, wind energy was soothing yet strong, and earth energy was solid and robust. So on and so forth. Of course, these sensations were based on the fundamental properties of the elements.

However, this golden energy, which they were seeing for the first time from Aldrian, seemed capable of changing its properties according to his will. This was truly beyond their knowledge, as they had no idea what kind of energy it was. It also raised questions about his origins—what family had given birth to such a genius and singularity?

They also sensed the same feeling they had gotten from the aura of the scarf—the very thing that had made Elena want to invite Aldrian here in the first place.

After Aldrian injected his golden energy into the scarf, something unexpected happened—for the first time in Baron Rosalind and Elena’s lives, the scarf trembled slightly. Then, all of a sudden, it began to move on its own, slithering like a snake as it wrapped around Aldrian’s right arm and up to his shoulders.

Aldrian was stunned, and the others were equally shocked.

The scarf behaved like a pet that had found its master. Aldrian knew it was responding to his golden energy—an energy that must have felt familiar to it. After all, "he" was the one who had created this scarf. Aldrian could sense its intent as it clung tightly to his arm, unwilling to let go.

Baron Rosalind and Elena watched with shocked expressions—this was the first time they had ever seen the artifact move!

For years, they had tried everything to provoke a response from it. They had injected various types of energy, attempted to break it, and even tried to bind it to cultivators, yet nothing had worked.

An artifact that could not be broken, could not be bound by cultivators, and had never shown any signs of movement. The only thing they had confirmed was that, despite its fragile appearance, it was incredibly strong.

And now, for the first time, it responded after coming into contact with Aldrian’s golden energy.

Aldrian let out a bitter smile as he glanced at Baron Rosalind and the others, who were staring at him with their mouths agape.

"May I stay here for a while, Your Excellency? I would like to comprehend something," Aldrian said to Baron Rosalind, though in truth, it was merely an excuse to remain here longer.

The baron calmed himself after witnessing the astonishing scene and immediately nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, you may, young master. Take your time," he said.

Right now, he understood that Aldrian truly had a connection to the artifact. If Aldrian could uncover something from the scarf, they might finally learn more about their family’s past. And if they could grasp that knowledge, they might even be able to maximize the potential of their already powerful cultivation technique.

After that, Baron Rosalind and the others left, leaving Aldrian alone inside the secret vault.

Once he was alone, Aldrian sat in a meditative position and closed his eyes once more. He decided to meditate to calm his mind after the emotional turbulence caused by the visions he had seen. He needed to regain control so he wouldn’t be consumed by them.

At times, he had to suppress his emotions due to the countless visions he received. Each vision evoked different feelings—sometimes, they had little effect on him; other times, they unsettled him but were manageable. And then there were moments like this, when the emotional impact was overwhelming, leaving him deeply shaken and depressed.

If he allowed these emotions to take over his heart, it would be dangerous, he could go crazy or even awaken an inner demon.

After closing his eyes, he exhaled a deep breath. The scarf remained wrapped around his arm, refusing to let go, but Aldrian didn’t mind.

He decided to cultivate as well, keeping his mind preoccupied and at peace. Additionally, he decided to build his domain here, after all, this was the place where the faith of not only Rosalind City but the entire Rosalind Barony had gathered.

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While Aldrian cultivated in peace, the situation within the imperial palace was far from good.

When news from the southern front reached Prince Wilmar’s ears, his expression was like a volcano on the verge of erupting. He wanted nothing more than to lash out at his troops, who seemed powerless against Aldrian and had suffered yet another crushing defeat.

However, he couldn’t truly blame them—not when faced with Aldrian’s overwhelming strength.

He had also received new information, the Rosalind family actually possessed a divine-grade sword. This meant with baron Rosalind’s strength they could have withstood the attack of that scale even without Aldrian’s presence.

This was completely outside his predictions. He had to admit, the Rosalind family had done an impressive job of keeping such a powerful weapon hidden from the many eyes and ears of the empire.

Now that his faction had lost two important checkpoints in the southern region, their operations in the south would be greatly hindered. Even worse, their troops facing Grand Duke Arim’s forces in the Arim grand duchy now had a high chance of being caught in a pincer attack from the Rosalind Barony’s territory.

Prince Wilmar clenched his fist—this was exactly what he had feared about Aldrian. That man was truly decisive and seemed to never tire of continuous battle. Just a few days ago, Aldrian had crushed his army on the eastern front, and now he had already appeared in the south, giving the rebel faction room to reorganize and strengthen their forces.

He didn’t know if he could keep pushing the troops stationed in the Arim Grand Duchy and still secure victory now that Aldrian was in the south. As long as Aldrian remained unchecked, this pattern would repeat—his forces suffering defeat after defeat until they were completely wiped out and overtaken by the rebel forces.

Now, his only hope was that the "plague" plan would truly keep Aldrian occupied long enough for him to deal with the rebels. He couldn’t wait for the coming days.

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Time passed, and night had already fallen.

Aldrian was still inside the secret vault when he finally opened his eyes. Looking down at his arm, he saw that the scarf was still wrapped around him. It hadn’t moved even slightly since it first coiled around him. Smiling, he stroked the fabric, enjoying its softness.

He then stood up and made his way outside from the underground chamber. Only then did he realize that night had already arrived, though he wasn’t surprised. He had been deeply immersed in comprehension and thinking.

His thoughts lingered on the visions he had saw. He carefully analyzed every detail, trying to fit them together like pieces of a puzzle. After hours of contemplation, the puzzle finally began to take shape—one that answered questions he had been seeking for years. freewebnøvel.coɱ

After he stepped out of the underground place, Aldrian saw Elena sitting in meditation not far from the entrance to the secret path. It seemed she had been waiting for him while cultivating. Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

She smiled before standing up and approaching him.

"Are you done, young master?" she asked.

"Yes, I’m done, but it looks like this artifact is really clinging to me, so I think I’ll have to let it be for some time," Aldrian replied.

Elena nodded while gazing at the scarf, still amazed by the artifact’s response.

"I will tell Father about it later," she said. "Anyway, do you want to go somewhere? Or would you like to go to your room? We’ve already prepared a special room for you to stay in. We really hope that you will stay at our mansion—it would be our honor to host you."

"I will stay here for a while, thank you. There is something I need to discuss with your father regarding your family, but I don’t think this is the right time. Let’s leave that for tomorrow."

Elena was truly curious about what Aldrian wanted to say. Had he discovered something about her family from the artifact? Her heart pounded with anticipation for the revelation.

"Before you take me to my room, I’d like to visit a place first. I know your family has many plum blossom trees in the back garden—I want to go there."

He suddenly felt an urge to seek out a peaceful place, somewhere he could enjoy the night sky with the scarf still wrapped around his arm.