Chapter 225: The Prodigy Banquet

The Prodigy Banquet

What was a Sovereign Bone? Only those born as emperor sovereigns, as primordial supreme beings, could possess one. Those who bore it, if they did not fall, would inevitably step onto the Emperor’s Road.

And what were Double Pupils? They could pierce all illusions, see into the depths of human hearts, perceive the Great Laws of World. In the most ancient times, the Human Emperor himself had been born with Double Pupils.

Each of these phenomena symbolized boundless potential—yet Evan Brightwell possessed both at once.

His talent defied description.

The enormous banquet hall had fallen into a strange kind of excitement.

Everywhere one looked, there were powerful cultivators, influential patriarchs, elders, disciples, and representatives of ancient families.

Yet at this moment, almost every gaze had gathered around one person.

Evan Brightwell.

The young man stood quietly beside his father.

His expression remained calm.

There was no arrogance on his face.

No deliberate attempt to display his strength.

But that calmness itself made him even more dazzling.

A faint golden radiance lingered around his body.

It was almost impossible to tell whether that light came from his Sovereign Bone or the strange power contained within his Double Pupils.

His eyes were particularly frightening.

When those pupils moved across the crowd, some cultivators instinctively lowered their gazes.

They felt as though Evan could see straight through them.

As though every secret they had buried deep inside their hearts could no longer remain hidden.

The atmosphere became increasingly heated.

This Prodigy Banquet was not only to flex the Brightwell family’s muscles—it was to make Evan’s name known throughout the land!!

"HAHAHA!! Congratulations, Patriarch Marcus! This generation of the Brightwell family has truly produced a child of destiny!"

A broad-faced patriarch laughed loudly.

His voice carried through the banquet hall.

"Indeed!"

Another patriarch immediately raised his wine cup.

"A child of destiny? I’d say this is a young Great Emperor in the making!"

"Well said!"

An old man sitting nearby stroked his beard.

"The Sovereign Bone and Double Pupils—each a supreme phenomenon. With both in one person, Young Master Evan is destined for the Emperor’s Road!!"

"Exactly!"

"With such talent, his future is impossible to measure."

"Perhaps the Brightwell family will produce an Eternal Emperor!"

One compliment followed another.

The banquet hall became almost unbearably lively.

Hearing the flattery around him, Marcus Brightwell could barely contain his smile.

His lips were already curved upward.

The corners of his eyes were filled with pride.

When had his rivals and adversaries ever been so amiable?

These were people who had spent years competing with the Brightwell family.

Some had even secretly suppressed the family whenever they had the opportunity.

Yet today, every one of them was smiling.

Every one of them was raising their wine cup.

Every one of them was eager to say something pleasant.

All because of Evan’s existence—a being destined for the Emperor’s Road.

Marcus slowly rubbed his beard.

His heart was practically overflowing with satisfaction.

The Brightwell family might not be famous now, but as Evan rose, they would step onto the grand stage of the nine heavens and ten earths.

By then, who would have the chance to curry favor?

Now was the time!

"HAHAHA!! Thank you, everyone. My son is merely fortunate—merely fortunate!" Marcus Brightwell said with false modesty.

His voice was humble.

His expression, however, betrayed him completely.

The pride in his eyes could not be concealed.

He took another sip of wine.

Then his gaze swept across the surrounding patriarchs.

His smile became somewhat mysterious.

He lowered his voice.

"Truth be told, I shouldn’t be sharing this with outsiders—but none of you are outsiders."

The surrounding patriarchs immediately leaned closer.

They knew that tone.

Marcus was about to reveal something important.

And, more importantly, he was about to boast.

But nobody minded.

Everyone wanted to hear it.

"Just yesterday, my Evan received an invitation from the Supreme Academy. A Venerable has offered to take him as a disciple!"

The banquet hall became quiet for a moment.

Several people widened their eyes.

Even those who had already guessed that Evan’s background was extraordinary could not remain calm.

Marcus clearly enjoyed their reactions.

"And the Greamory family has also sent word—they greatly admire Evan. Their patriarch wishes to adopt him as a godson!"

A few people immediately sucked in cold breaths.

Marcus spread his hands.

"Can you imagine? If Evan truly becomes that one’s godson, then I would be that one’s brother! Oh, what have I done to deserve such fortune!!"

His voice carried an almost exaggerated emotion.

His expression looked as though he had suddenly received the greatest blessing in the world.

But the people around him were no longer paying attention to his performance.

Their minds had already been shaken by what he had revealed.

The Supreme Academy.

The Greamory family.

Either one alone was enough to cause an enormous commotion.

Together, they were terrifying.

Watching Marcus’s bragging, the others drew sharp breaths!

The Supreme Academy—once every thousand years, it took only nine students. None left the academy without becoming a supreme Grand Saint!

That meant those chosen by the Supreme Academy were destined to become Grand Saints who would illuminate the nine heavens and ten earths.

Grand Saints—beings beyond even the Solar Eclipse Realm—who wielded the Great Laws of World, intent, and law in perfect unity.

Their power was beyond ordinary imagination.

They could easily annihilate—or even destroy—an entire domain.

If Evan had received the Supreme Academy’s invitation, he was likely to become such a terrifying existence.

The thought alone made many patriarchs’ hearts tremble.

And while the Supreme Academy was mysterious and distant from the mortal world—

The Greamory family’s involvement was even more shocking!

The Supreme Academy was elusive, but the Greamory family stood within the Heavenly Flamefrost Empire—descendants of ancient gods, their disciples born with Mortal Forging cultivation, immensely powerful.

Though rumors in recent years spoke of the Greamory family’s decline—a starving camel was still larger than a horse!

The Brightwell family might have risen only recently.

But if they could board the Greamory family’s ship, they would truly ascend to heaven in a single step!

Thus, even though the assembled patriarchs were annoyed by Marcus Brightwell’s boasting, they showed none of it.

Instead, they showered him with even more flattery.

"Patriarch Marcus is truly blessed."

"Young Master Evan’s future is limitless."

"The Brightwell family has truly found its destiny."

"I believe that within a few centuries, the entire Everdawn Domain will remember the Brightwell family’s name."

Marcus’s smile grew wider.

He listened to every compliment without correcting anyone.

There was no reason to be modest anymore.

Today was the day the Brightwell family revealed its fangs.

And everyone present could see them.