The Young Monster of Amethyst Summit

Leon had an expression of "I didn’t know this person". It was embarrassing to bring this guy around.

The hot wind swept across the shattered cliffs of the Land of Silence, carrying ash, sparks, and the distant roars of the four pinnacle beasts still battling endlessly in the horizon. Every few seconds, another explosion shook the earth beneath their feet.

Yet somehow...

Harry Taylor’s innocent question had created a completely different kind of silence.

Even Jadis looked away awkwardly while rubbing his forehead as though he suddenly regretted standing beside the boy.

Harry scratched his head with complete sincerity, genuinely unable to understand why everyone was staring at him strangely.

"What? Did I ask something weird?"

His confused expression only made it worse.

Fairy Fiona finally could not hold back anymore.

Covering her lips lightly with her delicate fingers, she let out a soft laugh. Her azure hair fluttered beautifully under the burning sky while her teal eyes curved into crescent moons.

Her laughter was graceful and light, like cool spring water flowing through a forest.

"The so-called cultivation," she explained patiently, "is to nourish the body with Mana to strengthen the body, create a Perfect Physics, and be reborn."

Her voice was gentle and soothing despite the violent battlefield around them.

"As one’s cultivation increases, the limits of their body also rise. As long as their Mana is not exhausted, there would rarely be a moment of weakness. The higher the cultivation realm, the less such a situation appears."

She paused briefly before tilting her head slightly toward Harry.

"This is a basic question of cultivation. Young Master Harry doesn’t seem to be familiar with this aspect?"

"Huh? Really?"

Harry blinked in complete shock.

He scratched his head awkwardly again.

"Is this common sense? Then why didn’t I know..."

The poor boy looked genuinely devastated.

Leon glanced sideways at him with visible disdain.

At that moment, only one thought existed inside his mind.

How embarrassing.

In the future, don’t say that you know me.

Leon even shifted half a step away subconsciously as though trying to separate himself from Harry’s stupidity.

Jadis nearly burst out laughing when he noticed that tiny movement.

Meanwhile, Fairy Fiona was thoroughly amused now.

The contrast was simply too ridiculous.

One was Leon — the mysterious Division Master of Amethyst Summit Division whose sword had shocked the entire Forsaken Domain overnight.

The other...

Was Harry.

A boy who apparently did not even understand basic cultivation principles.

Why was such a strange person following someone like Leon?

Did powerful experts enjoy dragging burdens around with them?

The more she thought about it, the funnier it became.

A faint smile lingered on Fiona’s beautiful face as her eyes secretly drifted toward Leon again.

Under the blazing crimson sky, his long black hair swayed calmly behind him. His midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst patterns fluttered sharply in the wind while his purple eyes remained focused on the battlefield ahead.

Even standing still, he carried a strange pressure.

Not oppressive.

But untouchable.

Like a lone sword standing beneath heaven itself.

Fiona suddenly understood why so many people in the Forsaken Domain had begun talking about him recently.

This man truly felt different.

At that exact moment—

Leon’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

A strange fluctuation entered his perception instantly.

His instincts exploded almost immediately.

Without hesitation—

SWISH!

Two fingers formed a sword seal instantly.

A terrifying sword intent burst outward.

At the same time, his other arm moved around Fiona’s waist and pulled her directly toward him.

Everything happened too quickly.

Fiona’s eyes widened in shock.

Before she could react, her body had already collided lightly against Leon’s chest.

The scent of ash and cold sword aura surrounded her instantly.

Her heartbeat skipped violently.

BOOM!

A sharp metallic sound exploded through the air.

Leon’s sword energy collided against a three-foot-long blade that appeared from nowhere.

Shockwaves erupted around them.

The surrounding ground cracked instantly.

Harry stumbled backward in fright.

Jadis’s expression changed drastically.

Fiona’s mind blanked completely for a second.

She thought Leon was attacking her.

Confusion flashed through her beautiful eyes immediately.

Then—

Rustle...

She turned around abruptly.

An old man stood exactly where she had been standing moments ago.

The sword in his hand still trembled slightly from blocking Leon’s attack.

The air around him rippled with terrifying pressure.

Fiona’s eyes widened instantly.

"Teacher..."

Her voice trembled with surprise.

The person who arrived was none other than Hektor.

The First Elder of the Soft Water Divine Sect.

At that moment, Fiona finally realized what had happened.

Leon had not attacked her.

He had protected her.

If Leon had reacted even slightly slower earlier, the terrifying collision between both experts could have swept directly through her position.

Fiona froze for a moment.

Only now did she realize how close she still was to Leon.

One of his arms remained around her waist protectively.

The warmth from his body passed through the thin fabric of her robes clearly enough for her to feel it.

Her delicate body stiffened instantly.

This was the first time any man besides her father had ever held her this closely.

Even if it was only for protection...

The sudden intimacy still made her mind go blank.

Her cheeks reddened uncontrollably.

Especially when she realized how firm Leon’s chest felt beneath her hand.

Fiona hurriedly stepped backward almost as if startled awake from a dream.

"Senior Leon, don’t attack! This is my teacher."

She explained anxiously.

At the same time, an indescribable warmth quietly bloomed inside her chest.

Just moments ago, she genuinely believed Leon was about to strike her down for speaking carelessly.

But instead...

He had instinctively protected her first.

Not hesitation.

Not calculation.

Protection.

That small action touched her heart far more deeply than she expected.

Leon, however, remained calm.

His purple eyes stared directly at Hektor without relaxing in the slightest.

He could tell immediately that the old man before him was terrifyingly strong.

His aura resembled Mike’s.

A peak-level sage Realm expert.

Earlier, Leon had sensed a powerful figure suddenly appearing beside Fiona. Thinking someone intended a sneak attack, he reacted instinctively.

And yet—

The old man had casually blocked his sword intent.

Though admittedly, Leon had not used much strength.

Still...

Very few people in the Forsaken Domain could react to his instincts that quickly.

The burning winds swept across the group silently.

For several seconds, neither side spoke.

Then finally—

"Haha..."

Hektor suddenly laughed warmly.

The terrifying pressure surrounding him disappeared completely.

"Fellow cultivator, if I hadn’t reacted in time, I would have been killed by your sword."

Although he smiled kindly on the surface, inwardly, Hektor was genuinely shocked.

That sword earlier...

It was fast.

Too fast.

Even he had almost failed to react.

Most terrifying of all—

Leon had launched that attack purely on instinct.

No charging.

No warning.

No wasted movement.

Just pure killing intent condensed into one strike.

Hektor finally understood why the outside world had started calling this young man the Purple Sword Monarch.

The title was not exaggerated at all.