My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 472: Chapter 434: Martial God of the Holy Mountain

Aurora Sinclair told Alvin Morgan everything she had seen and heard, adding, "This Hidden Realm might be a real, independent space."

This time, it was Alvin Morgan’s turn to be stunned. freewebnovel.cσ๓

She had never told him any of this before. If these weren’t auditory and visual hallucinations, then it meant the realm was real.

People had always speculated about other civilizations in the universe, but no one could ever prove it. Now, it seemed there was irrefutable evidence.

His brow furrowed once more. He rested his chin on his fingers and fell into deep, serious thought.

Aurora Sinclair didn’t disturb him, instead going to the side to brew a pot of tea.

Beta Morgan had once said that he liked to drink tea whenever he was pondering a problem.

Usually, within the time it took to drink a few cups, he would figure out the crux of the issue.

As the refreshing aroma of tea filled the air, Alvin Morgan finally spoke, choosing his words with care.

"According to the seven-tier civilization hypothesis, creating this kind of spatial technology would require at least a dimensional civilization. But if it’s an independent space, you shouldn’t be able to sense their existence unless you’ve formed some kind of unknown connection with it..."

Alvin Morgan took her hand and looked at her ring.

"Elias Lennox said this ring is sentient and has accepted you as its master. It sounds fantastical, but it’s not without reason. It’s possible that some unique factor about you allows you to activate this ring, giving you a special connection to the Hidden Realm. If that’s the case, then my theory holds up."

He then pulled up a large amount of data on the Shadow Organization on his computer for Aurora Sinclair to see.

"Besides developing the Son of God drug, the Shadow Organization has also been searching for complex mechanical lock structures. But the Holy Mountain is nothing but ice and snow; there’s no place for any mechanism to exist. So, let’s make a bold speculation. In Ancient Times, before Wargod Harrow was sealed away, he left some clues for his clansmen. Hector Lennox happened upon these clues and discovered the secret: Wargod Harrow wasn’t dead, but trapped in the Hidden Realm. That’s why he’s been trying to return to the Holy Mountain all these decades—to enter the Hidden Realm and uncover this secret. Aurora, do you remember the Sheepskin Scroll Arthur Ahm gave you?"

Aurora Sinclair nodded in confusion. It was an ancient map.

Alvin Morgan took out his phone and showed her the photo that Beta Morgan had saved. "Beta and I compared it to a world map. The topography is very similar. This symbol, the one marked as a sun, corresponds to the location of the Holy Mountain on a modern map..."

Aurora Sinclair suddenly recalled the words Arthur Ahm had chanted to her:

Beautiful girl, where the sun rises, you shall find an eternal treasure. It will grant you infinite strength and guide you to the highest throne...

The room fell quiet. Aurora Sinclair hugged her teacup, her mind heavy with thoughts.

"Morgan, if those three get out, will it mean another war?"

Alvin Morgan picked up his teacup and took a sip. "As the saying goes, one mountain can’t hold two tigers, let alone four," he said objectively. "If a fight really broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable. Unless..." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Unless what?"

"Unless there’s a power that can keep them in check."

Alvin Morgan’s gaze shifted to Aurora Sinclair, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

***

「Two years later.」

Just as the Shadow Organization vanished completely from the global stage, three figures suddenly arrived at the International Penitentiary.

They were dressed in the black uniforms of the International Martial Arts Bureau, escorting a prisoner.

But the moment they set foot on the island, they heard Aurora Sinclair’s cold voice.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, gentlemen?"

The two men tensed. They had deliberately concealed their auras as Great Martial Venerables.

’How does she know?’

"I know exactly what you’re here for. Go tell Flint Winslow that if I die, the entire Holy Mountain will be my funeral pyre. If you don’t believe me, go ask your Martial God..."

The two men froze, their expressions turning grim.

Just then, the main gates of the International Penitentiary swung open, as if beckoning them into a trap.

The two exchanged a look, not daring to step forward.

"Brother, could this be a trick?" Forrest Winslow asked the man beside him warily.

Toby Winslow’s expression was unreadable. He narrowed his eyes at the gate before them, then suddenly unleashed his Power Domain, sending it surging toward the International Penitentiary.

But it was blocked at the entrance by an even greater wave of energy and forced back.

Immediately after, the voice of Martial God Winslow echoed in their ears.

"Return to the Holy Mountain..."

The two men instantly fell to their knees and performed a formal Ancient Martial Arts salute toward the International Penitentiary.

Inside the penitentiary, Aurora Sinclair, who had opened her eyes, closed them once again.

Martial God Winslow’s voice sounded in her mind. "When will you come to the Holy Mountain for your Martial Cultivation?"

Aurora Sinclair replied calmly, "I’ll go when I become a Quasi-god."

"You can come now. With me on the Holy Mountain, no one will dare to harm you."

Aurora Sinclair opened her eyes again. Her gaze softened as she looked at the man outside who was helping her with her documents. "I’m not married yet," she said.

"The Winslow Clan has many outstanding young men..."

"Not interested!"

Martial God Winslow seemed to be at a loss for words. He sighed helplessly before asking another question: "Then where exactly are the Harrow Clansmen?"

"Let Flint Winslow find them himself."

"..."

Only after Martial God Winslow’s Power Domain had gradually receded did Aurora Sinclair get out of bed, stretching her arms and legs.

For the past two years, while investigating the Shadow Organization, Alvin Morgan had also been using the internet to collect green gemstones similar to Star Stones.

This had finally attracted the attention of Martial God Winslow.

He had contacted her on his own initiative to ask about the Star Stones. Alvin Morgan had told her to inform the Martial God that she was now bound to the Hidden Realm. If anyone dared to threaten her, she would immediately destroy the realm, ensuring no one could ever enter again.

After a long silence, Martial God Winslow had begun urging her to go to the Holy Mountain for Martial Cultivation, but she flat-out refused, even using the rules set by Flint Winslow to turn him down.

After that, Martial God Winslow became her teacher, occasionally scanning the area with his Power Domain to have a "heart-to-heart" with her under the guise of instruction.

When those two Advanced Supervisors from the Winslow Family arrived today, he had been in the middle of sharing his insights on Martial Cultivation with her, so they walked right into the line of fire.

At this thought, Aurora Sinclair’s mood brightened considerably, and she felt a surge of admiration for the man outside.

It was his idea for her to ensure Martial God Winslow was teaching her these last few days, so they could deal with Flint Winslow’s men in one fell swoop.

"Since you’re awake, come out and have something to eat..."

Alvin Morgan slid open the heavy, specialized glass door and looked at her with adoration.

Aurora Sinclair leaped forward and wrapped herself around Alvin Morgan, planting a kiss on him. "Morgan, you’re so smart."

Alvin Morgan froze for a second, his gaze darkening. He carried her a few steps forward, tossed her onto the bed, and leaned over her. "You started this..."

"..."

The result of playing with fire was a Martial King successfully coaxing shy sounds from a Great Martial Venerable.

But soon, Alvin Morgan’s body went rigid. He fell flat on his back on the bed, as if he’d been frozen in place.

Aurora Sinclair, her face beet red, shot him a glare. She slowly sat up on her knees on the bed and said shyly, "My mentor’s wife said we can’t... sleep together before we’re married."

A look of playful resentment appeared in Alvin Morgan’s eyes. "We’ll get married tomorrow, then."

"Huh?" Aurora Sinclair looked at him in surprise.

She met a pair of eyes filled with deep emotion. "Aurora, I’ve waited for you for a long time."

One of his hands gripped her arm, the pressure gradually increasing as he asked with utmost seriousness, "Aurora, will you marry me?"

His beautiful, almond-shaped eyes held a certain anticipation, and his expression slowly grew tense.

Aurora Sinclair looked down, the tips of her ears burning red. The hand he was holding squeezed his a little tighter.

Alvin Morgan endured the numbing pain from the pressure point Aurora Sinclair had struck, trying to get down on one knee to propose properly.

But just as he started to rise, his legs gave out, and he ended up kneeling on both knees on the bed...