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Chapter 179
The Young family was one of Jonford’s Five Elites, a business empire whose wealth stretched into the billions. With such a monumental deal about to be completed, it was clear to everyone that the boss would be handing out bonuses in a lavish manner. But within the ICU, surrounded by a haze of emotions, none of that mattered. What mattered was the life hanging in the balance and the secrets that were about to be unveiled.
As Nash sat beside the dying Herman, he noticed the tears welling in the old man’s eyes. His frail hand trembled in Nash’s grip, the deep emotion of the moment overpowering the pain that wracked his body. Despite the grim atmosphere, Herman managed to find a moment of clarity.
“Grandpa,” Nash began, his voice trembling slightly, “What exactly is Young Family Village? Who were my parents? Why did they offend the Kleins? And why did the Kleins exterminate the entire village?”
Herman’s eyes, though dim and unfocused, seemed to strain in an effort to recall the past. He parted his dry lips, breathing deeply before speaking in a hoarse whisper, “The Youngs were a family of grave robbers… An ancient family, older than most people can fathom. They were so wealthy that, a hundred years ago, their fortune rivaled that of a small country.”
Nash leaned in closer, his pulse quickening as the old man continued, his voice full of sorrow and regret.
“A hundred years ago, during the warlord era, our country was in ruins. The Youngs wanted to help, but the warlords, blinded by their own greed, coveted the Young family’s wealth. In desperation, the Youngs used their riches to create Dream City. A place so grand that it could rival a small country in scale… but its exact location was a secret, known only to the direct descendants of the Youngs.”
Nash’s mind raced as he absorbed the magnitude of this information. But there was more to come.
Herman’s voice faltered slightly, but he pressed on. “As for your identity, you are the son of Wolfgang Young, the 308th generation descendant of the Youngs’ Tomb Whisperer lineage… The Tomb Whisperer was a lineage that combined geomancy, tomb-robbing, ancient martial arts, and business. The Kleins and the Zeta-Jones are two of the eight ultra-wealthy families that trace their origins back to the same bloodline.”
Nash’s heart skipped a beat as he processed this revelation. The Kleins, his enemies, were deeply entwined with his own lineage.
Herman’s breath came faster, and the pain in his voice was palpable as he continued, “During the peak of the Youngs’ martial prowess, they could barely hold the Kleins at bay. But by the time of your great-grandfather, the Youngs’ strength had begun to wane. The Kleins, seeing an opportunity, attacked with thousands of martial artists. In the end, they destroyed Young Family Village, burning it to the ground…”
At this point, Herman’s body was trembling violently. Whether it was the painkillers wearing off or the immense emotional strain, his body couldn’t handle the stress. His breathing became erratic, and his face contorted in agony.
Nash quickly took his hand, trying to calm the old man. “Grandpa, please calm down…” he urged, his voice filled with desperation.
But Herman wasn’t finished. Despite his weakening state, he gripped Nash’s wrist tightly and whispered urgently, “The Youngs… once robbed an immortal’s tomb… And the Kleins… the Kleins took all the cultivation techniques left by the immortals… They… the Kleins… have immortal cultivators…”
The words hit Nash like a thunderclap. Immortal cultivators? The Kleins weren’t just a family of wealthy merchants and fighters—they had access to secrets of immortality. This knowledge, if true, changed everything.
Herman struggled for breath, adjusting the oxygen tube in his nose. “I… I can’t go on…” His voice trailed off as his grip loosened.
Nash stood there, heart heavy with the burden of the secrets he had just uncovered. Who was Herman truly, and what was his connection to the Youngs’ vast legacy? And how did this all tie into the looming threat of the Kleins?
Before he could form another thought, Olivia entered the room, knocking softly on the door. Nash turned to her, offering a slight nod as she entered with the stylist in tow, dragging two large suitcases.
Without wasting time, the stylist quickly scanned the room, noticing the tension in the air. He immediately set to work, finding a fitting suit for Nash.
“We’ll have a traditional Somer wedding,” Nash said simply, his voice low but resolute.
The Youngs were an ancient lineage, and their weddings followed the customs of Somer, an old and revered tradition. It was fitting that Nash’s union with Hera would adhere to this sacred tradition.
The stylist opened one of the suitcases, revealing a set of red traditional wedding clothes. At the same time, Olivia’s sharp eyes caught sight of the deep tension on Herman’s face. The old man was clinging to life by the thinnest of threads, and Olivia quickly realized that time was running out.
She rushed out to inform Hera, urging her to put on a traditional Somer wedding dress. But just as she left, the heart rate monitor in the ICU unit emitted a long, flat beep, signaling that Herman’s heart had stopped.
The room froze. The stylist’s hands faltered as he looked at the screen in silent disbelief. Regret settled over him like a dark cloud. The timing had been so close, but it was too late. Herman had passed away.
Outside, the preparations for the wedding continued, but inside, the world had changed forever.