The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 414: His Plan for Today

Aldrian kept pounding Sylphia, bringing both of them pleasure throughout the entire night. He sent her to the heavens many times, and by the time morning came, she no longer had the energy to move. Even lifting her fingers felt exhausting, and she remained still in lazy contentment.

Her body was covered in hickeys and bite marks, as if Aldrian wanted to claim every inch of her. Her smooth skin glistened with sweat, and from her vagina, a mixture of his seeds and her own fluids slowly trickled out.

However, despite how exhausted Sylphia seemed, Aldrian showed no signs of fatigue. He simply gazed at her sleeping face with a warm smile while leaning against the headboard. He had already covered her naked body with a blanket and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She only hummed softly in response, keeping her eyes closed, wanting nothing more than to rest after their exhausting, passionate night.

Aldrian then stood up, making no effort to cover his bare body—one that could make any woman drool with desire. He cleaned himself in the bathroom and changed into fresh attire before stepping out of the room, ready to execute his next plan for the day. Today, he would loosen his muscles with another "battle," and the destination?

"It’s time to visit the Rosalind family," he thought.

The Rosalind family had already invited him through Elena, and today, he planned to visit them. After obliterating the massive army that had marched on Caritas, he had read Marquess Xavier’s memories and learned that the second prince intended to rush the war, aiming for a swift victory on the other side of the empire before focusing his entire force on him.

Unfortunately, Marquess Xavier did not know the details of the second prince’s plan or the schemes of that named Grand Duke Donovan in the capital. However, even without reading Xavier’s memories, Aldrian already knew the second prince must be plotting something, especially since he had sent an envoy and offered him a high divine grade artifact.

He would be a fool to be swayed by the second prince’s persuasion and compensation without considering that man’s true nature.

He doubted that the second prince had given him a high divine grade artifact out of guilt or a desire to mend their relationship. It was far more likely that the prince had already prepared a trap, one he was confident would succeed once Aldrian stepped into it.

Aldrian merely scoffed at the prince’s efforts to protect that traitor, even after witnessing his strength, the man still did not submit. He truly wondered what made the prince so determined to keep that man by his side, to the point of risking his own position in the civil war.

By the time Aldrian stepped out of the mansion, the sun had already risen fully above the horizon, and the city was bustling with morning activity. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight, reappearing inside a restaurant in the city.

Since Aldrian had taken control, the city’s economy had not only stabilized but thrived. It was livelier than ever, as this was the first place to be truly safe from the effects of the civil war.

Inside the restaurant, many customers were already lined up, waiting for their food to be served, while waiters moved back and forth, attending to them.

Aldrian had been using a trick he had devised ever since sketches of his face began circulating. Although the sketches were not a perfect match, they still bore a close resemblance to him, making him more cautious about being recognized.

His method was simple, he "bent" the light around himself and masked his presence using the darkness laws. The result was that no one could see him, even if he stood right in front of them. Even if someone were to look directly into his eyes from mere inches away, they would perceive nothing, as if he simply did not exist.

The weakness of this technique was that he could still be physically touched, meaning people could bump into him. However, they would only feel confusion, as there would be no one visible in front of them. Aldrian had already conceptualized a way to fix this flaw, but he had yet to implement it.

Additionally, if a cultivator’s senses were powerful and sharp enough, they could still detect his presence, because his technique only rendered his physical form invisible, it did not make his entire existence "disappear."

He then walked toward the kitchen, where the sounds of cooking filled the air. There, he finally spotted Old Man York. The elderly chef was in the middle of preparing a dish while giving directions to his employees, who had returned after the liberation of Caritas. Naturally, Old Man York welcomed them back eagerly, as he needed all the manpower he could get to handle the restaurant’s growing crowd.

Aldrian was truly impressed by Old Man York’s work. As far as he could see, the man was not only an efficient cook but also a strong leader in the kitchen. He waited patiently for Old Man York to finish cooking and plate his dish before finally sending him a voice transmission.

"Sir York, get ready. We will depart now for the Rosalind family."

Old Man York was stunned by the sudden voice in his mind. He glanced to his left and right, searching for Aldrian, but saw no sign of him. Confused, he wondered where Aldrian could be hiding.

"I’m right at the corner of the kitchen, beside the assistant cook chopping onions, but you won’t be able to see me. I’ll reveal myself once you move to a more private place," Aldrian added.

Old Man York turned toward the direction Aldrian mentioned, but just as he had said, there was nothing there. Amazed by Aldrian’s technique, he quickly composed himself and instructed his most trusted employee—one who had stood by him even during difficult times—to take over his duties for a while. Then, he left the kitchen and headed toward his private workroom in the back.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned to see a figure suddenly appear in front of him like a ghost.

"You truly amaze me, young master. I couldn’t detect you at all," Old Man York said, his respect for Aldrian growing even more after learning about his true identity and the feats he had accomplished.

As for today’s matter, Aldrian had already informed him about their destination the day before, so he wasn’t surprised by the sudden departure.

"Well, it’s just a small trick. Anyway, are you ready? I want to depart for the Rosalind Barony right now," Aldrian asked.

"I’m ready anytime, young master. I don’t need to bring anything extra since everything I need is inside my storage ring," Old Man York replied. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Do you want to cover your face since you’re returning to the Rosalind Barony?"

"No, I don’t think it’s necessary. Even if the people who knew me back then are still working there, they wouldn’t recognize me. After all, it has already been thousands of years."

"Alright then, I’ll take us to the teleportation station."

Aldrian pulled up the hood of his robe and put on a mask to conceal his features. Though his appearance might seem suspicious and draw some attention, it wouldn’t immediately make people assume he was the mysterious swordsman. After all, many travelers used masks and robes to hide their identities.

Just as Old Man York prepared to move, he suddenly felt his surroundings shift. Before he could even process what had happened, he was shocked to find himself already standing in the teleportation station plaza. The people nearby were momentarily startled by their sudden appearance, but after a brief glance at Aldrian and Old Man York, they quickly returned to their own business.

Old Man York hurried to follow Aldrian, who was already walking toward the station operator. When Aldrian stated his destination, however, the operator shook his head in response.

"We can’t establish a connection to the teleportation station in Rosalind City."

"Why?" Aldrian asked.

"It’s been more than a month since we last managed to connect with Rosalind’s teleportation station. Based on the information we’ve gathered, we assume that the station there has been deactivated. Perhaps due to the blockade, they’ve finally decided to conserve resources by cutting off the teleportation station to maintain their stock of energy stones," the operator explained.

Aldrian frowned. This was not good—the situation was more serious than he had expected. It seemed he would have to rush there.

"Where is the nearest place we can teleport to from here that’s close to Rosalind City?" he asked.

"That would be Ardima Town, about 5,000 kilometers away from Rosalind City," the operator replied. "But be careful—Ardima is already under the second prince’s control. Anyone arriving from this location will be subjected to heavy inspections and investigations the moment they step into town. You might even face prosecution there."

The operator, seemingly aware of what was going through Aldrian’s mind, gave him a strange look.

"If you think you can reach Rosalind City from Ardima, forget it," the operator said. "The entire area around Rosalind is blocked off by the second prince’s forces, making it impossible for anyone to pass through. If you try to force your way in, it would be the same as directly challenging the second prince’s authority—you could be executed on the spot. So you’d better think twice before taking action. Unless you’re someone like our new city lord, breaching that city is out of the question." His tone carried a hint of pride.

Hearing this, Aldrian raised an eyebrow before smiling behind his mask.

"Well, this is exactly what I’m looking for—the place where the second prince’s troops are stationed," he thought. After all, he could tear their army apart.

"It’s fine. Take me to Ardima. And thank you for the information," Aldrian said as he paid not only for the teleportation fare but also rewarded the operator for his explanation.

The man sensed a few peak-level energy stones inside the small pouch Aldrian had given him. Ecstatic, he quickly bowed his head.

"Thank you."

After handing over the energy stones, Aldrian took a seat in the waiting area with Old Man York, waiting for their turn. He glanced at the old man, noticing the concern on his face after hearing about the situation in Rosalind City.

Aldrian simply patted the old man’s shoulder.

"Don’t worry, Sir York. I’ll help the Rosalind family out of their situation, it’s also a good way to disrupt the second prince’s plans."

Old Man York smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, young master."

Not long after, their number was called, and they finally departed for Ardima.