From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620 The Centennial at Ravenridge Senior High

Chapter 620 The Centennial at Ravenridge Senior High

While creating the Devourer’s Ninefold Path, Leander had drawn inspiration from it and gained insight into many powerful martial techniques. Yet he had never truly begun to practice them.

All of those techniques lay stored in his mind–and True Martial Heavenrend was one of them.

True Martial Heavenrend was the art of channeling the True Martial Power contained within Nirvana Energy and condensing it into a refined Flying Sword, unleashing destructive force capable of going against the heavens and severing all vitality.

With a single strike, its power could rival ten missiles, easily leveling an entire football field. Even against an existence beyond the King Phase, Leander was confident he could rely on it as his ultimate trump card and fight on equal footing.

But to truly master True Martial Heavenrend, there was a crucial prerequisite: he first had to refine the legendary Flying Sword, an artifact said to exist only in the myths of immortals.

Seeing Leander fall silent, Daphne asked in confusion, “Ander, what are you thinking about? Do you have a plan?”

Leander narrowed his eyes slightly and rose to his feet.

“I’ll handle this matter. Everyone should carry on as usual. Don’t worry too much about that mysterious old man–given his strength, he won’t make things difficult for anyone in the Ashcroft family.”

Those words were meant for Reginald, Ethan, and the others. As soon as he finished speaking, Leander left the Ashcroft Residence with Daphne.

Reginald and Ethan remained in the hall, exchanging wordless glances.

Outside the residence, Daphne clutched Leander’s arm, her expression grave. “Ander… are you sure about this?”

Leander turned his head and gave a faint smile.

“Don’t worry. His cultivation may be higher than mine, but cultivation is one thing–combat strength is another. If he truly intends to harm my mother, I have a way to keep him in check.

“Still, I need time to prepare. At least a week.

“I’m going to cultivate a supreme technique–one powerful enough to severely injure him.”

Daphne’s eyes flickered in shock. “A supreme technique?”

Leander already stood at the pinnacle of the world, nearly unrivaled. For even him to speak so seriously about a technique he needed to cultivate–the very thought made her shudder. Its power was surely far beyond anything she could imagine.

Leander escorted Daphne to the Florian Estate. At the gate, he gently pulled her into his arms, guilt softening his voice.

“Dani, I went to the Sahar Wastes and visited the Divine Vault. I thought that once I came back, I could finally spend some real time with you. I didn’t expect something like this to happen.

“I may have to leave again—for a while.”

Daphne hugged him back and shook her head lightly.

Chapter 620 The Centennial at Ravenridge Senior High

“It’s okay. The greater a person’s power, the greater their responsibility. That’s the Ander I love.

“This concerns Ms. Brookhaven’s safety. Go and do what you must. I’m not some lovestruck little girl–I’ll wait for you.”

Her understanding sent a warm surge through Leander’s chest. He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the forehead.

As they parted, Leander’s gaze hardened, a faint chill flashing through his eyes.

“True Martial Heavenrend… It’s time for you to enter the world.”

Instead of returning to the school dorms, Leander went straight to Jeff Enterprises‘ Highcliffe branch and sought out Frankie.

“Help me gather information–anything related to ancient swords. Collect everything you can. I’ll need it.”

In the top–floor suite of Jeff Tower, Leander leaned back on the couch and issued his orders.

The reason he needed ancient swords was simple: one of the materials required to refine True Martial Heavenrend was a sword blank.

A sword blank was an incompletely formed Flying Sword. These blanks were highly malleable, allowing Leander to reshape them according to his own needs and forge them into terrifying weapons.

But in this era, where the art of forging had steadily declined, sword blanks were almost impossible to find. Only ancient, secretly passed–down sects–or forgotten ruins in desolate wilderness–might still hold them.

The world was vast. To locate sword blanks as soon as they appeared, Leander needed the intelligence network of Jeff Enterprises.

“Understood, Mr. Ashcroft. I’ll get right on it,” Frankie replied with a nod.

He immediately made a call and began issuing orders.

Leander remained there, resting with his eyes closed. About an hour later, Frankie wheeled a laptop over. Line after line of detailed information about ancient swords filled the screen.

“Mr. Ashcroft, nearly all recent information related to ancient swords is here. Please take a look.”

Leander nodded faintly. His eyes swept rapidly across the dense text, his mind processing and filtering everything at astonishing speed. In just a few minutes, he had scrolled through hundreds of entries–until his gaze stopped on one.

“An underground auction house?”

Leander narrowed his eyes.

According to the listing, provided by one of the auction house’s managers, a damaged ancient sword was scheduled to be auctioned off in two days.

And the location of that underground auction was none other than Ravenridge of Mornwick–the very place where Leander’s rise to dominance had begun.

“How much do you know about this auction house?” Leander asked, closing the laptop and turning to Frankie.

As the undisputed power behind Ravenridge, Frankie knew nearly everything about the city. Yet when it came to this underground

auction house, he shook his head.

“Mr. Ashcroft, I don’t know much about it,” he admitted.

“Although it’s located in Ravenridge, it’s controlled by a group of mysterious individuals. Their true identities are unknown.

“All I know is that only people with assets exceeding ten billion are eligible to enter, and the guests they receive are… special. Most of them are martial artists–people like you.”

“Interesting,” Leander said softly.

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