The Martial Unity

Chapter 1848  Confrontation

"You've been acting really strange over the past few days, Rui," Master Ceeran lightly remarked.

"That is true," Rui smiled.

"And you've been keeping it a secret," Master Ceeran peered at him suspiciously. "Just what kind of mischief are you up to?"

"Like I said, you'll find out soon enough."

"Perhaps we could be service if you inform us, Your Highness," Master Zentra remarked. Rui smiled wryly. "Look, I get-" Updated 𝒏ov𝒆ls on 𝒏ov𝒆lbin(.)c𝒐m

Suddenly, they froze. Something had changed. It was the world.

The very world seemed to change.

It shifted.

It shifted, warped under a powerful force.

Heaven and earth bent under the weight.

The Martial Masters stiffened, growing grave. Each of them recognized this sensation. They had long grown familiar with it after reaching the Master Realm.

It was the power of a higher Realm.

And it was getting closer and closer.

"Looks like they're almost here," Rui grinned, getting up as he shot through the corridors and doors of the facility heading toward the actual port of entry.

"Your Highness, this is dangerous," Master Zentra warned him, effortlessly keeping up with him along with his peers. "You cannot meet a non-allied Martial Sage without a Martial Sage bodyguard!"

"In the first place, why are you meeting a Martial Sage at all?!"

"Did you really invite one without telling anybody?!"

"I have followed the protocol. I have received authorization from the Burea of Immigration and the KBPF, using my influence, of course," Rui smirked. "That's not the point!"

They finally reached the posh and extravagant facility that served as the port of entry designated for political guests of the state.

Rui watched, grinning as more than a thousand people descended from the sky as the powerful Sage-level and Master-level auras grew stronger and stronger. His grandmother had been kind enough to hide their Martial Embodiments lest they crippled the customs and immigration officers working at the port of entry.

THUD

The Silas Clan had arrived.

It took a moment for Rui to sense the nervous energy that radiated from the entire clan. Even if they had made the decision to immigrate to the Kandrian Empire, it was still a shock to their psyche to be this exposed to human civilization,

Standing in front of the Kandrian Empire was something that would previously be considered a nightmare!

If not for Rui, and his grandmother most likely would have used her authority to push through with the decision, they would never have voluntarily put themselves in such a situation.

Yet before Rui could even try to console and calm them down, an avalanche of pressure erupted from behind him.

RUMBLE

Heaven and earth mourned as it strained even more under the weight of a second Martial Sage.

"Your Highness."

The powerful voice sent chills down his spine.

It conveyed pure power.

Pure power condensed into a being of unfathomable might.

"Your Sagehood Sage Farana," Rui smiled wryly as he turned around slowly to find a deeply displeased Martial Sage and many Martial Masters lined across the border.

They had taken their stances, ready to begin fighting at the drop of a hat.

The Martial Artists of the Silas Clan shook at the display, instantly taking a defensive formation and stances, their expressions growing grave.

The air was drawn taut, churning under the avalanche of pressure from both sides.

The tension boiled, escalating by the second as the two Martial Sages regarded each other with fierce glares. Perhaps the only reason that they hadn't blasted into battle was because Rui Quarrier Silas Kandria stood precisely between them.

Rui winced as Sage Farana's fierce glare turned to him, boring into his eyes.

"What is the meaning of this, Your Highness?" Sage Farana growled. She wasn't trying to press him with her pressure, yet it took every ounce of willpower to construct the most powerful Mind Mask that Rui had ever created in his entire life just to maintain his composure.

Such was the weight of a Martial Sage's emotion.

Their rage was the world's rage.

"It is as I informed the Kandrian Border Patrol Force in accordance with the protocols of the Kandrian Delegation Act," Rui replied. "These are political guests, and now citizens, of the state that I have gained authorization to welcome and escort. It is entirely normal for the royal family to personally undertake this role, as per protocol. I can even provide you with all the authorization and pre-requisite documentation as is your right to inspect and demand."

She narrowed her eyes sharply, exuding clear displeasure. "That is not what I meant, and you know it. What is the meaning of this? Documentation and authorization aside, it is deeply unprofessional and against the norm not to warn and inform the Kandrian Border Patrol Force of the threat level of any foreign delegation dispatched by a foreign entity ahead of time so that we may be prepared."

"I am aware. The reason I didn't was for the sake of national security," Rui calmly informed. "Unless, of course, you want to trigger a war by informing the world that the Silas Clan was immigrating to the Kandrian Empire as citizens of Kandria."

Not a single person could maintain their composure at his revelation.

Every kandrian who heard his word shook at the revelation of his words.

Sage Farana's eyes widened with surprise as her gaze returned to Matriarch Nephi, who resolutely returned her gaze with powerful, firm eyes that refused to cede dominance. "Will all due respect, Your Sagehood, Sage Farana," Rui bowed his head lightly, offering deference to try and defuse the situation. "These are my blood kin, as you are undoubtedly aware. Not only have I ensured that I am entirely in line with every protocol and guideline of receiving political guests and political immigrants, but I am also a man welcoming his estranged family. I request you not to delay this long-awaited reunion."

Sage Farana closed her eyes, heaving a sigh. "…Very well. Have it your way."

"Thank you."

She opened them as her powerful gaze bore deep into Rui's eyes. "You shall bear responsibility for any and everything that is to ensue. Remember that, Prince Rui Quarrier Silas Kandria."

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