Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2503 Unlike in the old days, modern sects like this no longer hide from the world. Many had integrated with society, working in industries that matched their strengths. Only by moving with the times could they continue to thrive. Clearly, Iron Sword Sect's leaders understood that perfectly. "Stop right there." Two massive iron swords, each over 20 meters tall, stood upright to form the grand gates of the Iron Sword Sect. As expected, Andrew's old beat-up car was stopped at the entrance. He smiled faintly and parked.

"Hello, could you please let them know that Andrew Lloyd from Chetvine is here to see them?" The two gatekeepers exchanged puzzled looks. One frowned and asked, "Chetvine's Andrew Lloyd? You mean the Andrew Lloyd from the royal Lloyd family?" Andrew's smile deepened. "The very same." The guards immediately straightened up, their attitudes changing completely. ---- One of them hurriedly said, "Mr. Lloyd, please wait here. Ill inform them right away." Andrew chuckled. "No rush." Two minutes later, the guard returned, slightly out of breath. "Mr. Lloyd, Mr.

Kaplan has invited you in." Andrew grinned. "Thank you. Next time you're in Chetvine, drinks are on me." The young man was overwhelmed. He was a mere gatekeeper, barely a martial king. Yet, he was being personally invited by the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince. It was almost unreal. Inside the Iron Sword Sect's council hall, Devin was hosting Theon and his team from Sovereign's Apothecary. The leader of the sect was a towering man, built like a grizzly bear. Besides Theon, two senior alchemists had come along, along with his prized disciple, Mikayla.

Her graceful, almost ethereal beauty immediately captivated the young disciples of the Iron Sword Sect. They could not peel their eyes away, and some ---- even swallowed hard, utterly mesmerized Mikayla met their hungry looks with graceful ease, smiling charmingly and occasionally tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to reveal her delicate, jewel-studded earring. The small gesture sent waves of excitement through the crowd, and her smile only grew more dazzling. She knew exactly what she was doing. Manipulating rough, impulsive men like them was child's play for her.

Theon cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Kaplan, what do you think about my proposal just now?" He did not forget to shoot Mikayla a warning glance to tone it down. Devin's stern face showed no emotion as he shook his head. " Mr. Orben, we definitely need the elixirs the Sovereign's Apothecary provides, but like | said, the price is too steep. This year's been tight for us, and we can't afford to spend recklessly." Theon smiled. "Come now, Mr. Kaplan, that's hard to believe. The Iron Sword Sect's growth has been impressive over the past few years. Tight budget? You're pulling my leg.

In fact, our prices are already very reasonable." Devin still shook his head. "No deal. Sovereign's Apothecary needs to lower the price further, period." ---- Theon frowned slightly. This brute of a man had no sense for negotiation; coming straight out with a demand like that made things difficult for him. Thinking fast, Theon leaned forward. "How about this, Mr. Kaplan? We'll keep the price as it is, but this year, Sovereign's Apothecary will throw in an extra batch: 100 third-grade elixirs as a token of good faith. 100 of those, Mr.

Kaplan, that's no small gesture, is it?" Devin's expression softened, a hint of interest flickering in his eyes. He glanced toward the seated elders and senior members on both sides of the hall. One of the younger men nodded. "Mr. Kaplan, that seems fair enough." An elder chimed in. "Yes, those 100 third-grade elixirs would cover our junior disciples' training needs for months. | think we should agree." Devin gave a slow nod and turned back to Theon. He was about to seal the deal when a bold voice suddenly echoed from outside the hall. "100 third-grade elixirs? That's barely worth mentioning.

Iron Sword Sect is a top-tier organization, and yet you're swayed by such a petty offer? | can't tell if Sovereign's Apothecary is stingy, ---- or if the Iron Sword Sect has simply lost its standards." The words were dripping with arrogance. "How dare you!" "Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here and running your mouth?" Instantly, the hall erupted with angry shouts from Iron Sword Sect disciples. Then, under dozens of shocked and furious gazes, Andrew strode in casually, completely unfazed. A few elders frowned in confusion since most of them did not recognize him.

However, Theon, Mikayla, and the rest of Sovereign's group felt their stomachs drop. Mikayla reacted first, letting out a cold laugh. "Andrew, do you even know where you are? You think you can just interrupt like this? If you offend Mr. Kaplan, you might not walk out of here alive."