A Matter of a Single Glance

Yulan Era, year 5000.

January 1st, Yulan Festival!

Yulan City was celebrating the Yulan Festival with a grand ceremony.

As an ancient empire that once ruled the entire Yulan Continent, the Yulan Empire placed the greatest importance on the Yulan Festival.

The citizens of the Yulan Empire were also the proudest people, for the Yulan Empire had once ruled the entire Yulan Continent, and the Yulan Empire's guardian deity, the High Priest, was the oldest god-level powerhouse among all humanity. The only one who could compare to the High Priest was the War God of the O'Brien Empire!

Inside Yulan City, at Blue Water Paradise.

In a large private room, Kolan was chatting and drinking with two women, one on each side.

The woman on the left was a pure young girl, while the woman on the right was a young matron wearing a tight, wine-red long dress. Her wine-red hair was slightly pinned up, her figure was curvaceous, and she had fair skin and alluring eyes.

If one looked closely, these two women bore a slight resemblance to each other.

"Lord Kolan, today is the Yulan Festival and it is so lively outside. Don't you want to go for a stroll?" the matron asked with a soft, charming smile.

If some young, infatuated noblemen saw this, there is no telling what kind of expression they would have.

"Isabelle, what's wrong? Do you want to go shopping?" Kolan reached out and gently lifted the woman's chin, smiling lightly.

This matron was named Isabelle, the wife of a fallen marquis family in Yulan City. Isabelle's husband had passed away long ago, and she had been managing the family business while raising her daughter, Victoria.

Last year, Kolan arrived at Blue Water Paradise and happened to meet Isabelle, who was out socializing for the first time due to hardship.

The result was that Isabelle was very satisfied with Kolan, and Kolan was very satisfied with Isabelle.

Some time ago, Isabelle had even brought her daughter, Victoria, along.

"Victoria hasn't had a proper Yulan Festival in all these years," Isabelle said, glancing at her daughter, Victoria.

"Haha, then let's stroll through Yulan City tonight," Kolan laughed heartily.

Isabelle and Victoria both revealed happy smiles.

Kolan was a powerful warrior and was generous with his money, giving these two weak women a great sense of security.

Isabelle viewed Kolan as her pillar of support, which was why she was willing to bring her daughter, Victoria, along.

Kolan lived his life like a young man, enjoying this kind of existence.

For the past three hundred years, his Death God clone and Life God clone had been in bitter cultivation.

Kolan's Saint-level true body would also cultivate, but he would also travel across the Yulan Continent from time to time.

Although it was only his Saint-level true body, given the strength of its physique and his fused divine power, Kolan was confident he could win even against the High Priest or the War God.

The soul power of Kolan's Saint-level true body could spread for ten thousand miles; in truth, he was no different from a real god.

He was very satisfied with Isabelle and Victoria, as they provided him with a different kind of experience.

His god clones were in bitter cultivation, while his Saint-level true body came out to travel and enjoy life.

Over these three hundred years, many things had happened.

The first generation of the Four Ultimate Warriors had gradually faded from the sight of the Yulan Continent's populace three hundred years ago, replaced by the second generation of the Four Ultimate Warriors. For example, Baruch's son, Ryan Baruch, was the second Dragonblood Warrior of the Yulan Continent. In the year 4690 of the Yulan Era, he defeated and subdued a Saint-level Golden Dragon in the Magical Beast Mountain Range, becoming a Golden Dragon Saint Knight.

Compared to the first generation of the Four Ultimate Warriors, the second generation performed no less impressively than their fathers, carving out great reputations and becoming the most famous and renowned Saint-level warriors on the Yulan Continent.

And now, it was time for the third generation of the Four Ultimate Warriors to make their mark.

However, at this time, there were also others whose performance was not inferior to the third generation of the Four Ultimate Warriors, such as Tulilei of the Far East Prairie, who had become a Saint-level powerhouse with a fierce momentum of rise, or Rutherford, who had also stepped into the Saint-level.

Aside from matters concerning the Four Ultimate Warriors, many other things had occurred, such as the Radiant Church's Pope, Ernst, who had stepped down from his position and left the Yulan Plane.

Kolan steadied his mind, holding the two women in his arms as he left Blue Water Paradise.

In fact, he had his own mansion in Yulan City.

However, sometimes he just liked to bring the two of them to Blue Water Paradise for a different kind of experience.

Walking out of Blue Water Paradise and onto the streets of Yulan City, the night of the Yulan Festival was extremely prosperous, far more so than any ordinary night.

Lanterns and decorations were everywhere.

It was incredibly lively.

The streets were filled with pedestrians, and one could see mages, warriors, noble lords, noble ladies, and noble young misses everywhere.

The ancient Yulan Empire was never short of nobles.

Even if a noble family had declined, they would still do everything in their power to maintain a veneer of glamour.

"Oh my, isn't this Isabelle? No wonder so many nobles in Yulan City chase after you and you don't even give them a glance; so it turns out you've found yourself a man," a voice rang out at this moment.

Looking toward the source of the sound, one could see a noblewoman dressed in finery, her eyes filled with contempt: "Not only do you throw yourself at him, but you even drag your daughter along to do the same. Clark was truly blind back then to marry you."

"Rola, this is my business; it is not for you to gossip about," Isabelle said, looking angry.

Clark was her late husband.

This noblewoman named Rola was her romantic rival from when she was young. They had both attended the same magic academy, and Rola had liked Clark, but Clark liked Isabelle and eventually married her.

It was just unexpected that after Clark inherited the marquis title, and not long after their daughter was born, he went to the border and died on the battlefield, leaving Isabelle a widow at a young age.

Usually, Rola would often speak ill of her, and whenever they met, there was always some sarcasm and ridicule.

"Isabelle, look at yourself, you're truly base; you'll become the woman mocked by all of Yulan City," Rola sneered. "I heard you went to Blue Water Paradise to become a socialite, hehe, how laughable."

"Slap!"

Just at that moment, a resounding slap rang out.

Rola was struck dizzy, seeing stars, and collapsed to the ground.

Once she realized what had happened, Rola shrieked, "You—you dare hit me!?"

Kolan glanced at Rola indifferently. "A woman like you is simply asking for a beating."

His woman was not to be gossiped about by others.

Especially not in front of him.

"What are you all just standing there for? Hurry up and attack, kill him for me!" Rola screamed.

Rola's guards drew their blades one after another, preparing to charge at Kolan.

Isabelle and Victoria couldn't help but grow nervous, gripping Kolan's hands tightly.

Kolan cast an indifferent glance at the five guards, and they froze in place.

Then he looked at Rola, and her eyes immediately went vacant as she began to foam at the mouth.

For someone who was merely a level six mage, a single look from Kolan was enough to finish her.

From now on, she would be a fool.

"Kolan, Rola is a duchess now; if you do this, you'll bring disaster upon yourself. Let's leave quickly," Isabelle said nervously.

Rola was a duchess, and that duke was not some fallen noble, but a duke with real power; her husband was the right-hand man of the Yulan Empire's emperor.