The Strongest War God

Chapter 1301: A Happy Family

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After a brief conversation, Braydon Neal passed through the bronze door and emerged into the outside world.

Standing before the gate was Fidel Camacho, the pinnacle figure of the Neal family, who promptly greeted him with respect, “Master!” he exclaimed, bowing his head. “Fidel Camacho greets Eldest Young Master and Little Young Master!”

The third generation of the Neal family consisted of Braydon, the eldest, and Sorrell Neal, the youngest.

With a nod from Braydon, the trio made their way towards the Neal’s residence.

As they departed, Fidel wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his senses tingling with the presence of three formidable auras.

Braydon must have ascended to the emperor rank, he realized, his emperor-level pressure impossible to conceal.

Meanwhile, Luke Yates and Sorrell were the same.

Fidel marveled at Braydon’s swift rise to emperorhood within just a few years of entering the 16th ruin.

While it was undoubtedly a cause for celebration to have two new emperors in the Neal family, the news remained tightly sealed, known only to a select few, including Fidel himself, who had only just been informed.

This secrecy was enforced by the Northern Army, who controlled the inner workings of the 16th bronze door.

Despite the upheavals, life within the expansive Neal Mansion remained serene.

Graham Neal, the influential figure of the family, had survived and now resided within the Neal residence under the care of his eldest grandson.

The Neal family retained its status as the most prominent on the South Pole Island.

As Braydon gazed at the familiar red door, Sorrell stepped forward and effortlessly pushed it open, revealing the tranquil scene within the courtyard.

Sapphire Neal tended to the plants, while Jayven Neal sat in the pavilion, leisurely feeding the fish in the pond.

Braydon and Sorrell returned home, greeted warmly by Sapphire.

“Braydon! Sorrell!” she exclaimed with delight.

“Hey sis!” Sorrell responded, smiling at his sister.

“Is Braydon back?” a deep male voice resonated from the hall.

“Uncle Lowell!” Braydon respectfully addressed his elder as he stepped forward into the central room.

It was customary for him, as a junior, to pay his respects to his elders upon returning home.

Lowell Neal was preparing tea in the main room, while seated at the head of the table was a spirited old man dressed in a suit—Old Master Graham.

“Braydon!” Graham’s voice quivered slightly with emotion.

Braydon held a significant position in the Neal family as the eldest son of the third generation and the eldest grandson of the old master.

Traditionally, in wealthy families, the son of the first wife was accorded utmost respect, destined to inherit the family legacy.

Graham had always doted on his eldest grandson since childhood, yet harbored a sense of guilt for keeping him in the dark about the family’s past for over a decade.

Braydon’s journey from ignorance to understanding had been fraught with pain, a transformation witnessed by the entire Neal family.

Now, as Braydon entered the Bright Hall, his eyes betrayed traces of emotion.

Even the renowned King Braydon felt the weight of his age when confronted with his grandfather.

“Grandpa!”

Braydon instinctively moved to kneel and bow, but Graham’s mental power enveloped him, preventing the gesture.

“You hold the Great Hansworth Seal. Henceforth, you are the new leader of Hansworth, not beholden to bow to the heavens or kneel to the earth. In ancient times, you would be deemed a human emperor!”

Braydon’s newfound status ensured he’d never have to kneel before anyone again.

“I’m starving,” Luke muttered quietly.

“Haha, then let’s commence the feast!” Graham boomed with laughter.

The main room buzzed with the warmth of a family gathering.

There were few formalities at such occasions, allowing Sapphire and Karen Jo to join in the merriment.

As the aromatic dishes were brought forth, Karen, the second aunt, regarded Braydon with a newfound respect.

Two years had been ample time for her to grasp the true might of the king of the Northern Army.

Luther Carden’s continuous transfer of elites to the 16th ruin over this period had left Karen well-informed.

She understood Braydon’s prominence in Hansworth and the formidable force backing him, far surpassing the Neal family.

He was the young master of Kylo, Heavenly Mountain, and Mount Sino, enveloping him in boundless glory.

Yet, amidst the envy and jealousy from outsiders, only Braydon and Sorrell knew the sacrifices that lay behind that glory.

For every accolade, Braydon had to pay with a fragment of his life, an obligation to step forward whenever Hansworth faced peril, even if it meant his ultimate demise.

“Braydon, how far along are you in your cultivation?” Karen inquired, acknowledging her youngest son’s attainment of emperorhood but still harboring hopes for his ascension within the Neal family.

Like any mother, she wished the best for her child, and in her eyes, if Braydon hadn’t yet achieved emperor rank, the mantle of family leadership should rightfully fall upon Sorrell or Jayven.

Before Braydon could respond, Lowell’s expression soured as he cast a cold glance at Karen, easily deciphering her intentions.

“It matters not what Braydon’s cultivation level is,” Graham interjected calmly. “He’s the eldest son of the Neal family, destined to lead us in the future.”

The elder’s words left no room for doubt: Braydon was the heir apparent of the Neal family.

Despite any discord between Louis Neal and Graham, Braydon’s position remained unassailable, nurtured by the old man’s unwavering favoritism over the years.

“I stand by Grandpa’s decision,” Jayven chimed in enthusiastically. “My big brother is the natural choice to lead our family.”

Karen seethed with frustration, eyeing her foolish son with exasperation.

If only he weren’t her own flesh and blood, she might have entertained thoughts of wringing his neck with a rake!

Braydon, meanwhile, glanced at the oblivious Luke, who was engrossed in his meal, before addressing Karen’s query. “I’ve recently ascended to the emperor realm. I’m still inexperienced and have numerous responsibilities to attend to. I’ll leave it to Jayven or Sorrell to take on the role of third-generation master of the Neal family.”

A slight crease formed on Lowell’s brow, while Graham’s face softened with affection.

These two were seasoned tacticians, fully aware of the dynamics at play.

However, Karen seemed oblivious to Braydon’s underlying message, mistaking his modesty for agreement with her desires.

Unbeknownst to her, Braydon’s words subtly shifted the power dynamics within the family.

While Graham held the ultimate authority, Braydon’s refusal to accept the position of family head indirectly elevated his own status to be above that of Graham’s.

The head of the Neal family could not restrain this young dragon.

“Sorrell’s talents rival Braydon’s, Father,” Karen began, only to be interrupted by Braydon.

“I advise against appointing Sorrell as family head. Managing family affairs could divert his focus from cultivation and hinder his progress. It’s best for Jayven to assume the role.”