The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 174: Aunt Marcia, You Are So Naughty

But John shook his head and replied, "No."

No?

That couldn't be right.

If he wasn't a martial artist, then what was the meaning behind what Zoey had said?

Marcia didn't believe him. She was sure he was lying.

What she didn't know was that John wasn't lying—he genuinely wasn't a martial artist. He was a cultivator, which was a completely different system.

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He had been about to explain when Marcia suddenly pointed at the raging river below and said, "Look how strong the current is. If an ordinary person fell in, they'd be swept away instantly, gone without a trace."

Then, without warning, she jumped.

"What the—?!"

John froze in place, stunned.

In truth, Marcia had been almost completely sure that John was a martial artist. There had been too many strange and inexplicable things about him: his identity as the highly skilled doctor of New York, his title as Master of Clouds, his calmness in front of people like Alan.

And then there was Alton, that snobbish old man, who was strangely respectful toward John and even cold toward her when it came to John's emotional life.

And finally, Zoey's suspicious comments.

How could she not be suspicious?

John's denial only made her more convinced that he was hiding something. And so she'd pulled this crazy stunt to force his hand.

But what she didn't realize was that to someone like John, her move was incredibly reckless.

"Aunt Marcia, you're way too impatient. Couldn't you have waited for me to explain first?" John sighed helplessly.

But what could he do? Since she had jumped, he had no choice but to follow. In a flash, he dove after her, catching her mid-air before she could hit the water.

"Aunt Marcia, you are so naughty," he muttered.

Carrying her back toward the riverbank, John couldn't resist giving her a playful slap on the chest as a form of light punishment—just like he used to do with Alice.

Suddenly—

Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief.

She hadn't been intimate with her husband in over a decade!

That playful slap nearly caused an explosion within her. When John finally set her down on the shore, Marcia quickly pretended to stumble and fell into a shallow pool of water, soaking her dress to cover up what had just happened.

John, how dare you?! I'm your future mother-in-law! What were you thinking?!

And yet, strangely enough, after that slap, she felt... relieved. As if a decade of repressed resentment had been suddenly released, flowing out like water from a deep ancient well.

Her whole body trembled.

Her cheeks flushed red.

But as someone who had experienced much in life, Marcia quickly regained her composure, rising to her feet and pretending nothing had happened. "I was so clumsy. I was already at the shore and still managed to fall."

"Yes, you're right. I should've carried you farther from the pond," John replied, clearly flustered.

Trying to steer the conversation away from the awkward moment, Marcia said, "John, I know you're a martial artist—a powerful heaven master, in fact. Honestly, I'm still a bit shocked."

Only a heaven master, someone who had mastered both internal and external strength, could perform the water-stepping technique he had just done. That alone had confirmed everything for her.

After a moment of silence, John replied, "If that's what you believe, then sure—let's go with that."

Marcia thought he was still reluctant to admit it and assumed she had upset him by forcing his secret into the open.

"I'm sorry, John. I know I went too far using such a dirty trick to make you show your true strength. But this matter is extremely important to me."

"You want me to help the Kelvin family, right?"

John saw right through her. He had figured it out the moment she brought up martial arts.

Marcia looked at him hopefully. "Is that possible?"

John nodded and smiled. "Aunt Marcia, you don't need to be so formal with me. You're Queenie's mother. If you need help, of course I'll be there for you—no questions asked. Next time, just ask directly. No need to risk your life."

Marcia blushed with embarrassment.

So he had seen through her completely.

She quickly followed up, "This time, the Kelvin family's opponent is Sawyer—the thirty-eighth ranked heaven master. I'm just worried..."

She was probing, trying to gauge John's true strength.

John patted his chest confidently. "Leave it to me. Aunt Marcia, I think you'd better come back with me to Greenland Villa and change into one of Queenie's dresses. Yours is soaked."

As they walked back, Marcia couldn't help but ask, "John, my dear nephew, does Queenie know you're a martial artist?"

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure?!"

Marcia stared at him, baffled.

John only smiled and gave no explanation.