Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2265 Andrew stopped on the 89th floor of the Martial Tower. It was not that he did not want to continue upward, but someone had directly appeared to intercept him. Looking at the gray-haired old man sitting cross-legged at the entrance, Adriel Baird, Andrew remained calm. He said, "Sir, please step aside. | need to go up and find something." Adriel's voice was raspy as he replied, "May | ask what you're looking for?" Andrew snorted coldly. "The Body's Metamorphosis from Silverthorn Monastery, or maybe the Imperial Court style from Mount Lourneau.

If | can't find those, then I'll settle for a few Heavenly-tier martial arts manuals to play around with." Adriel was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "The Body's Metamorphosis from Silverthorn Monastery and the Imperial Court style from Mount Lourneau? You can forget about those "You're not the only one who wants them. Even our generations of guardians in the military have been desperate for them, and the only way would be to wipe out those ancient sects and take them by force." Andrew frowned.

"Are you telling me that even the 100th floor ---- has no collection of these?" Adriel continued shaking his head. "No. Rest assured, | have no reason to lie to you. Because before you, someone else came looking for these legendary manuals, and | took him up to the 100th floor to see for himself. In the end, he left completely disheartened." Andrew asked, "Who?" Adriel looked up, fixing his gaze on him, and his mouth twitched slightly. "The former candidate for Holtrien's number one martial artist, your father, Reginald Lloyd." Andrew fell into silence.

After a long pause, the icy look on his face faded. He clasped his hands respectfully and said, "Sir, I'll take my leave." Adriel chuckled, his laugh brittle with age. "Good kid. As expected from Reginald's bloodline. Looking at you now, you are in no way inferior to him. With the Lloyd royal family producing both of you, the future will be hard to predict." Andrew was already turning away, his voice faint. "There's nothing hard to predict. My father and | stand tall and proud. We've never betrayed this country or its people.

But for those who fear us, those who don't want us alive, there's only one choice left for us. Kill." ---- Adriel barked out, "Young man, the things you want aren't here, but the military can still offer a few Heavenly-tier manuals. We owe you plenty, so you can pick three to take with you. You can learn them yourself or put them on the market. Either way, the choice is yours." Andrew was already heading downstairs, his tone carrying a trace of disdain. "I did think about taking a few Heavenly-tier manuals to boost my strength. But now, | don't feel like it anymore.

There's no such thing as the military owing me. I've long since drawn a line with certain people, and from now on, our paths won't cross again." Adriel gave a bitter smile as he watched Andrew leave. Soon after, a digital projection flickered into view before him. He only glanced at it once before settling back into his silent meditation. The figure on the projection was Philip, his brows furrowed. " Where is he? Why did he just leave?" Adriel kept his eyes shut, refusing to open them. "What he wanted was the same thing Reginald wanted two years ago.

Obviously, it's to break through the last seal in his body. | told him the truth: Martial Tower can't help him." Philip raised a hand to his forehead, looking troubled. "We can't provide what he wants. But couldn't you have at least offered him something else?"