From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 624

Chapter 624 Ebon Sect: The Lowells

Chapter 624 Ebon Sect: The Lowells

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“Tell the people above you that Jeff Ashcroft is here. If they want to talk, they can come see me.” Leander’s words hit like a bombshell, freezing the stunning woman right in her tracks.

Her eyes went still, caught in a moment of disbelief, and she stood there stunned for what felt like forever. Then she snapped back to reality. “Jeff Ashcroft?”

She stared at him, her expression shifting over and over, barely able to wrap her mind around it.

This is Jeff Ashcroft? The guy in front of me looks brash, a little immature even, yet he’s supposed to be the Supreme Grandmaster, the ɔne who shapes the world’s fate? I don’t want to believe it, but seeing him so calm, carrying that aura that commands everyone and ‘ears nothing, I can’t deny it. Besides, in the whole world right now, besides Iron Sovereign himself, who else would dare utter Jeff Ashcroft’s name? If he weren’t extremely powerful, how could a single sentence reveal the depths of my cultivation?

‘You really are Sovereign Ashcroft?” The pride in her expression vanished completely. Her expression turned serious, and her voice dropped to a respectful tone.

‘As for my name, Jeff Ashcroft, I doubt anyone would dare pretend to be me!” Leander did not even bother to hide it. A low chuckle slipped from his lips, easy and unrestrained.

Then he lifted his hand and made a casual grasping motion in the air. The mojito resting on a server’s tray seemed to answer some nvisible pull. It rose smoothly, drifted across the courtyard as if it had a will of its own, and settled neatly into his palm.

‘Have whoever’s in charge come down. A Martial Sovereign isn’t qualified to speak to me.” His tone stayed calm, almost indifferent, yet the pressure in the air shifted. An overwhelming, regal presence rolled outward from him and pressed down on everyone present.

‘Telekinesis?” The stunning woman’s gaze sharpened. With her current cultivation, she could also draw objects from a distance, luck a flower, or snatch a leaf through sheer force of will. But that was only within limits. At best, she could retrieve something small and light within about thirty feet.

The server, however, had been outside the hotel courtyard, at least a hundred and fifty feet away from Leander. Yet with a simple lick of his hand, the glass flew to him as though it were alive, steady and precise, without the slightest wobble or deviation, perfectly controlled from start to finish. That level of cultivation was beyond comprehension.

‘I’m Gwen Lowell of Ebon Sect. Greetings, Sovereign Ashcroft.” The breathtaking Gwen did not hesitate another second. In front of everyone, she bowed deeply to Leander.

The receptionist and the security guards nearby all froze, shock written on their expressions. They stared as if reality itself had just cracked.

Ms. Lowell, who usually carries herself like an untouchable queen of the boardroom, all poise and authority, is now bowing to a young man several years her junior. And this arrogant–looking youth, who seems to fear nothing, who on earth is he?

Not far away, Colin and Kylen had witnessed everything clearly. Their pupils tightened, and a jolt of shock punched straight through their chests.

Kylen in particular felt his scalp prickle. No matter how much Colin had bragged about Leander before, nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes. Earlier, the two of them had come to the hotel with over a hundred million in capital, hoping to negotiate directly with management. The one who handled them was Gwen.

She was stunning, almost ethereal, yet razor–sharp in business, decisive and seasoned, the kind of woman whose thoughts were

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impossible to read. Even the two of them struggled to keep up and were eventually shown the door.

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And now, the way she faced Leander was utterly different, her posture respectful, almost submissive. As if she were standing before someone she did not dare offend.

“So this is the kind of presence Mr. Ashcroft of Mornwick carries?” Kylen drew in a slow breath. The more he saw of Leander, the deeper his awe ran. It was not just strength. It was the kind of power that pressed down on the room without trying.

“Ebon Sect?” Leander’s eyes shifted slightly. He did not know much about the sect. Lately, grandmasters across the martial world have been rising one after another. Ancient lineages that had stayed buried for decades were resurfacing with them. It was hardly surprising that this one had slipped past him.

His gaze flicked toward Gwen. He gave a small, almost lazy wave of his hand. “No need to go through all that. I want the person in charge.”

This time, Gwen did not hesitate. She simply nodded. Within minutes, she had notified every security guard in the building. All hotel entrances were sealed. No outsiders were allowed in. Even guests with reservations were stopped in the lobby and politely turned away.

The entire lobby became Leander’s private domain.

He leaned back against the couch, looking utterly at ease as he waited. The hotel receptionist who had quietly doubted him earlier kept stealing glances in his direction. The expression on her delicate face shifted ever so slightly. Curiosity had clearly gotten the better of her.

Meanwhile, Gwen took the elevator straight to the top floor.

Inside a conference room, more than a dozen men in tailored suits sat around a long table, deep in discussion.

“The slots for this underground auction are basically finalized. The items are all arranged. Tomorrow night at eight thirty sharp, the auction begins.” The middle–aged man seated at the head of the table had a broad face with sharp, solid features. He sat upright, composed and commanding. His voice rang out, steady and resonant, filling the room with authority.

“For a hundred years, the Lowells of the Ebon Sect have upheld this tradition without fail. The world today is different. For various reasons, grandmasters are rising everywhere, and undercurrents are churning beneath the surface. But the century–old legacy of the Lowells cannot falter.”

His gaze swept across the room, firm.

“This auction will draw grandmasters from all across Astria. Many are in the Transcendent Realm. A few King Phase figures who made their names a century ago will even be in attendance. We will host this properly, with no sloppiness, no embarrassment. I will not have the world’s heroes laughing at us or tarnishing the Lowells name.”

The moment he spoke, it was clear who led the room. No one interrupted. No one questioned him. The others simply nodded in agreement, their expressions solemn and compliant.

“Vytal’s right!” A refined looking man seated beside him finally spoke up. His voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it.

“The Lowells have been around since the final years of the old dynasty. We’ve carried this name for over two centuries. We’ve held our ground in Ravenridge all this time, and we’re the ones who built the Lafayette brand into what it is today.

“That didn’t happen overnight. It’s the blood and sweat of generations of Lowells before us. Tomorrow’s underground auction

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might be packed with grandmasters and top–tier warriors from every corner, but that doesn’t change anything.

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“We run the show and stay in control. There won’t be a single mistake. If we can’t even handle something like this without dragging great–grandfather out to clean up after us, then we don’t deserve to call ourselves the next generation of Lowells.”

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