Heavens will Universal Law System: Dual Cultivation

The restaurant nestled along the busiest streets of Sphere City appeared grand from the outside, but from within, it exuded an air of elegance and tranquility. Marble flooring, deep blue silk drapes hanging like chandeliers along the walls, and a soft golden glow from the ambient lighting added a quiet dignity to the atmosphere.

As soon as Adrien stepped inside, the restaurant staff immediately recognized him and bowed respectfully in greeting.

"We need a private VIP room," Adrien said, his voice carrying the calm authority characteristic of powerful individuals.

Within moments, a private chamber was arranged — complete with a beautiful sliding glass door. Around the table were plush blue-cushioned chairs, and at its center, a fresh floral arrangement added a subtle charm.

Adrien took the central seat, with Alina seated gracefully to one side and Sophia on the other. Moments later, Ming Hao hesitantly entered — reluctantly, after being urged by Adrien, who had smiled and said,

"Uncle Hao, you're a part of this family… so it's only right that you sit with us for a meal."

Once everyone was seated, a ripple stirred within Adrien — the system had sent a notification:

"Host, as per your request, a storage ring filled with essential resources for Sophia has been prepared. It is fully optimized for her safety, growth, and survival in extreme conditions. Total cost: 700 points."

Adrien nodded without hesitation — for him, his sister's safety meant far more than any amount of system points. He took out the storage ring and placed it gently in Sophia's palm.

Sophia looked at it in surprise and said,

"Brother, I already have a storage pouch… why would I need a ring?"

Adrien calmly asked,

"Did Mother or Father ever give you a storage ring?"

"They… they did…" Sophia replied, her voice faltering, "but I lost it somewhere…"

Adrien's brows furrowed.

"Losing a pouch is understandable… but a storage ring?"

Still, his tone remained composed as he said,

"I had this prepared especially for you. Please, take it."

Alina added gently,

"Sophia, if Adrien is giving you something, you should accept it. Your brother… he's not the same person he used to be."

Sophia didn't fully grasp the meaning behind Alina's words, but her eyes shone with emotion for her brother. She accepted the ring and, at Adrien's instruction, pricked her finger and formed a blood bond with it.

The moment she peeked inside the ring, her expression changed — her hands began to tremble.

Inside…

A full set of pills, high-grade weapons, protective armor, rune scrolls, and piles of spirit stones — it was as though she had opened a treasure vault.

"B-Brother, all this…!" her voice was shaking.

Adrien smiled softly and brushed her cheek with his hand,

"All of this is for you… a small gift from your brother. The real surprise is still to come."

Tears welled up in Sophia's eyes — she leaned forward and embraced Adrien tightly.

Moments later, a knock echoed at the door.

"Come in," Adrien said calmly.

Six waiters entered in perfect sync, heads bowed and footsteps precise. One by one, they began placing steaming dishes on the table — spicy dragonfish, herbal rice balls, crispy mountain chicken, and a special dessert: Blue Soul Pudding.

Everyone began eating, but the brightest smile in the room was on Sophia's face — as if, after years, she had finally felt genuine affection and belonging.

After the meal, Alina spoke up,

"Sophia and I will go for a short walk. We'll be back soon."

Adrien's tone turned serious.

"Stay close by. Don't wander far."

As the two stepped out, Adrien turned to Ming Hao and summoned a special pill from the system — one capable of pushing a cultivator from the Soul Realm to the King Realm. He also retrieved a few Qi Restoration Pills.

"Uncle Hao, take these. Find a quiet place to cultivate — I'll be needing your strength."

Ming Hao folded his hands respectfully and replied,

"Young Master, this isn't necessary… The Master has already done more than enough for me."

But Adrien knew — Ming Hao wouldn't accept without resistance.

"I want you to become stronger… Because I don't believe the auction will go smoothly."

"What do you mean?" Ming Hao asked, surprised.

Without another word, Adrien commanded the system to release the cultivation seal.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure flooded the room — it felt as though the very walls were bowing down to it.

Ming Hao's eyes widened, and his voice trembled,

"Soul Creation Stage — One… Young Master!"

Adrien's gaze grew colder, sharper.

"That's why I'm telling you — reach the King Stage as soon as possible. Because this time, I intend to crush every single person who dares to challenge the Thorn Clan."

Ming Hao stood in silence for a few moments. Then, without another word, he took the pills and placed them into his storage ring.

The room fell into absolute silence.

And then…

A scream rang out from outside — Alina's voice.

"How dare you say that to me!"

Flames lit in Adrien's eyes.

Without wasting a second, he turned and strode toward the door.

Outside the restaurant, tension had reached its peak.

The crowd's eyes were filled with curiosity — and their hearts, with fear. No one knew what was about to happen. All they could see was this:

A beautiful young woman — Alina — stood with her sword drawn, fury blazing in her eyes. Beside her was Sophia, looking tense.

And in front of them stood a young man dressed in crimson silk robes, his jacket edged in gold, and a glowing blue crystal pendant hanging from his neck. Behind him stood two massive guards — one at Soul Transcendence Stage 5, and the other at Soul Fusion Stage 7 — both poised to defend.

The young man himself was only at Soul Creation Stage 4 — not especially remarkable in cultivation, but his attire and the caliber of protection around him made it clear:

He was the heir of a powerful noble house… perhaps even a Young Master from one of the dominant clans.

Thud. Thud. Thud—!

The VIP doors of the restaurant burst open.

Adrien and Ming Hao stepped out swiftly, their presence radiating an unshakable aura as they advanced toward the source of the scream.

"What happened?"

Adrien's voice was calm, but there was a power behind it — one that made the very air tremble.

Alina wasted no time in replying,

"This filthy man was insisting we spend a night with him… and when we refused, he started threatening us."

A wave of fury surged through Adrien's eyes. His brows furrowed sharply as he turned toward the young man — his gaze held neither fire nor frost, only a cold, damning contempt.

His words struck like a blade:

"Men like you… wagging your tongues and panting like dogs the moment you see a woman?"

The youth hesitated, unsure — but before he could speak, Adrien took a step forward.

The guards instantly tensed.

Their hands moved to the hilts of their swords, eyes locked on Adrien and Ming Hao, prepared to react.

But they were deluded…

They had no idea who stood before them.

Swoosh—!

A gleam flashed. Suddenly, a radiant sword appeared in Adrien's hand — pulsating with intense Qi, the air around it sliced as if acknowledging a divine presence.

Without uttering another word, Adrien hurled the blade like a spear toward the guard at the Soul Fusion Stage.

Shing!

A blood-curdling scream echoed as the sword tore through the guard's chest, shattering the wall behind him before embedding itself deep in the wreckage. The guard's body fell limply onto the street outside — like a broken statue, lifeless and still.

The crowd stood paralyzed in shock.

That strike — the speed, the precision, the raw force — it wasn't human. It was as if the God of War himself had descended.

The second guard roared and charged at Adrien, but Ming Hao stepped in first.

He raised a seemingly ordinary palm — and as it moved forward...

Boom!

The guard was launched into the air, slamming to the ground five steps away, coughing blood as he lay there, defeated.

Now, fear colored the young noble's face. He trembled as he spoke,

"Y-You don't know who I am… My father will destroy you!"

Adrien stepped closer, his eyes holding nothing but disdain.

"I don't care who you are… or what throne your father sits on. If you so much as touch my sister or my beloved again — I'll erase your name from this world."

He raised his hand.

From the restaurant's rubble, his sword tore free from the debris and flew back to him — obedient as a loyal soldier.

A Heaven-Grade, King-Level weapon.

That was its true nature — no matter how far it was, when its master called, it would return without fail.

Adrien caught the blade and pointed it directly at the trembling young man.

"Now I'll teach you… what respect means."

But just then…

A deep, composed, and pleading voice echoed through the air.

Everyone turned toward the restaurant's entrance.

From within stepped a tall, middle-aged man clad in flowing royal-blue silks. His stride was swift yet steady, his face marked with age and wisdom — and his eyes filled with concern.

Adrien looked at him, unfamiliar with his face.

But Ming Hao's expression grew slightly more serious.