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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3312

After the Thunder Sect disciples descended the mountain to join Holtrien’s war against foreign enemies, Andrew and his group didn’t stay any longer. Their next stop had to be either the Harmony Sect or the Umbral Peak Sect. As long as two of the ancient sects agreed to step in, the only one left would be the Divine Alchemists—and they wouldn’t pose much of a threat.

Before Andrew left, Rupert spoke up.

“Andrew, let me give you a piece of advice. Neither the Umbral Peak Sect nor the Harmony Sect is easy to deal with. That coward Julius will definitely run to them and scheme against you.”

Andrew answered casually, “Then I’ll cut them down too.”

Rupert’s face twisted with resentment. He was living proof of what being “cut down” meant. He had been lucky enough to keep his life, but losing an arm was still a steep price.

“Next stop—Umbral Peak Sect,” Andrew decided.

With that, he led Nyx and the others away from Thunder Sect.

At that very moment, inside the Umbral Peak Sect—the most secretive and sinister of the Eight Ancient Sects—the atmosphere was dark and isolated.

The sect had been built atop an ancient mass grave, cut off from the outside world. The air felt heavy and frigid, pressing down on anyone who entered.

Julius, his snow-white hair flowing over long robes, arrived at the edge of the Umbral Peak Sect’s territory with his disciples.

Suddenly, harsh, grating laughter echoed from the surrounding forest.

The Divine Alchemists’ disciples went pale.

“Ghosts!” they shouted, drawing their weapons in panic.

Only Julius remained expressionless.

In a low, steady voice, he announced, “I am Julius Bowen of the Divine Alchemists, here to visit the Umbral Peak Sect. Show yourselves.”

The eerie laughter continued to reverberate through the mountains and woods without pause. At the same time, a sinister voice mocked him from the shadows.

“The Divine Alchemists are thousands of miles away in the Western Regions. You say you’re Julius Bowen? Then I might as well claim I’m the ruler of Holtrien. If you don’t want to die, get lost. Umbral Peak Sect doesn’t welcome outsiders.”

A cold glint flashed in Julius’ eyes.

“Fool. I’m giving you one chance,” he said evenly. “Come out and face me—or your end will be miserable.”

“You’re asking for death!” the hidden figure roared.

Julius’ expression turned icy. He suddenly raised his hand and struck toward the treetops.

A violent shower of leaves rained down. A figure tumbled from above, crashing to the ground in disarray. The moment he hit, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“C-Could you really be the head of the Divine Alchemists… Julius Bowen?” the injured Umbral Peak Sect disciple gasped, clutching his chest in shock.

Julius sneered. “I gave you a chance. You were too useless to take it. Now you have only yourself to blame. Take me to your sect master—or I’ll send you to your grave myself.”

A cold snort echoed as several Umbral Peak Sect experts arrived.

An elderly man stepped forward and said coolly, “Well, well. So it truly is Mr. Bowen from the Divine Alchemists. Our sect has always stayed out of your affairs. What brings you here?”

Julius’ voice was frigid. “Who are you?”

The old man bristled. “I am a Guardian Elder of the Umbral Peak Sect. Mr. Bowen, you’re being far too arrogant.”

Julius walked toward him calmly.

“Since you’re an elder, then lead the way. I need to see Mr. Monty Reyes. I have critical information for your sect.”

The elder frowned. “Critical information? Mr. Bowen, you must be exaggerating.”

Julius met his gaze without blinking. “That the Umbral Peak Sect is about to be destroyed. Do you consider that an exaggeration?”

The elder’s expression changed drastically.

“Andrew of the Lloyd royal family in Chetvine is preparing to storm the Umbral Peak Sect next,” Julius continued. “Don’t you think that’s important?”

Silence lingered in the cold air.

After a long moment of hesitation, the elder stepped aside and gestured respectfully.

“Mr. Bowen… this way, please.”