The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 443: Keep a Low Profile

After effortlessly taking possession of the Universe Cinnabar Tripod Cauldron, John made his way to the third floor of the Cinnabar Tower.

Whether or not Mark Leonard had been messing with him, he did make one good point—Tracy would need a second tripod cauldron to throw others off. A decoy.

John needed to choose a cauldron for her. It couldn't be too high-grade or it would attract unwanted attention, but it also couldn't be cheap trash. It had to strike a balance.

The third floor was perfect for that.

Based on what he knew of Tracy's personality, John chose a small, delicate cauldron—clearly more suited for a woman. Elegant, refined, and practical.

Mark handed over a cloth bag the size of a sachet. "This storage bag is a magic instrument. It can hold the tripod cauldron inside. Almost every disciple of our Cinnabar Sect has one."

Storage bag?

John couldn't help but sigh inwardly. These sects in the Alps Mountain really were loaded. Every disciple had one of these magical storage items?

No wonder Zack Lance had been able to conjure a robe out of thin air—it had been stored in one of these.

Of course, the Universe Cinnabar Tripod Cauldron he had just acquired could also serve as a storage tool. Its internal space was on a completely different level—far larger than these sachet-sized bags.

But since Mark had clearly prepared this one for Tracy, John didn't say a word.

Then Mark's tone turned serious. "Mr. Lopez, right now, very few people know you're the inheritor of Queen Cyan."

"My advice? Keep it that way."

"Most people might want to befriend you, but you should still be careful. Jealousy runs deep, and some people thrive on crushing prodigies."

There were always freaks out there—people who got off on torturing and killing geniuses.

John had to stay alert.

"Of course, it's just a suggestion," Mark added with a half-smile. "If you enjoy the feeling of being admired by thousands, feel free to let the world know."

Jealous people were everywhere, but most of them were harmless. The real threats—the truly deranged killers—were rare.

Still, better safe than sorry.

Mark had thought it through. John nodded, pulling the wide hat of his black robe over his head. His figure was now completely obscured.

He asked, "Mr. Leonard, what do I look like now?"

Mark gave him a quick once-over and nodded approvingly before pointing him in the right direction.

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Moments later—

A dark figure shot out of the Cinnabar Tower like a shadow. It moved so fast it was hard to tell whether it was human or phantom—like a massive black rat darting out of a hole.

Outside the tower, nearly all the Cinnabar Sect disciples were anxiously waiting, curious about the identity of Queen Cyan's inheritor.

Suddenly, they saw a dark figure shoot out.

Everyone's eyes locked on it, but none of them could make out the figure's appearance.

The man's speed was too fast.

The elders of the Cinnabar Sect instinctively prepared to chase after him, but then Mark's voice rang out.

"Stop!"

They halted immediately.

"Mark, was that a sorcerer—or Queen Cyan's inheritor?" a few elders asked, puzzled.

Mark had previously warned them about a powerful sorcerer inside the tower. They had even been preparing to activate the mountain-protecting array.

But just when things were about to escalate, the situation had flipped.

The only thing they could do now was wait for Mark to return and explain.

With a straight face, Mark replied, "There has never been a sorcerer in our sect. What happened earlier was a misunderstanding."

Everyone froze for a second.

Then realization dawned—the person who had just rushed out wasn't a sorcerer at all. He was Queen Cyan's inheritor.

No wonder Mark didn't allow anyone to chase him. The man had deliberately hidden his identity beneath that robe.

The disciples and elders were filled with curiosity, but they now understood—they weren't going to find out who he was. Not today.

What a pity.

Among the elders, only Nancy Loop knew the truth: John was Queen Cyan's inheritor. But she had no intention of revealing it.

What happened today sent shockwaves through the entire Cinnabar Sect.

It had been a rollercoaster—first, a terrifying sorcerer appeared. Then the news shifted: it was a misunderstanding. That person was actually the inheritor of Queen Cyan.

The inheritor of Queen Cyan.

What an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was the dream of nearly every Cinnabar Sect disciple.

The male disciples were dying to know who he was—but deep down, they were conflicted. Knowing might only fuel their envy.

The female disciples, however, were more straightforward. With a few exceptions, they weren't as competitive or ambitious as the men.

Becoming the inheritor of Queen Cyan? That was the kind of fantasy you had in a dream.

Still, the girls were even more desperate to uncover his identity.

When he had emerged, he had been completely wrapped up—hat low, robes flowing. No one could see his face or figure clearly.

But it was obvious from his height and his movements: he was a man.

Tall and well-built, without any sign of a stoop.

Most likely between twenty and thirty years old.

That alone was enough to stir excitement among the female disciples.

Find him.

Seduce him.

His looks didn't matter—he was Queen Cyan's chosen. That was all that mattered.

While the male disciples struggled with their jealousy and frustration, the female disciples were already dreaming up strategies.

Meanwhile, no one noticed that a bald man in Cinnabar Sect robes had quietly appeared within the sect grounds.

A handsome, young, bald man.