A luxurious carriage plied the road. Peering through its curtained window was a pregnant woman, one brimming with grace that came from authority.
Originally, she was the princess of a powerful Kingdom. But now, she was the sole wife of the strongest existence in Sumatra, all while still retaining her princess identity.
She was Brangara's wife, Yarsha Zahara. And even after arriving at the Brimgan Empire, she still lived a life of luxury, owning the Varahan Mansion. She was drowning in wealth. She didn't do any business, didn't fight for resources, and did nothing to gather finance.
Brangara prevented her from distracting herself on such minor issues and made her focus solely on the creation of his Clan. Whenever Brangara arrived at the Brimgan Empire, he sold a bunch of exotic products of Pranic Beast body parts and precious gems only found tens of thousands of kilometres away from the Empire.
That alone was enough to amass a significant wealth, allowing Yarsha Zahara to spend carefreely. Using the exotic products, she made connections with the upper echelon of the Empire and gained precious information through them.
One of them was cultivation techniques. Currently, Yarsha Zahara was the Director of the Fentan Institute of Cultivation Techniques and Human Avatars Research—FICTHAR for short. By becoming a Director there, she gained access to a large library of cultivation techniques, those that she applied to perfect her own.
She published a bunch of research papers that landed her the role and continued to improve her prestige in the community. Her research alone improved quite a few cultivation techniques. Hence, she became a valued member of the Brimgan Empire's intellectual community.
"What did you say her name was?" She peered out of the window and asked casually, addressing the other individual seated near her.
"Amita," The one speaking to her was Brangara, the Boar King. "She's similar to you."
"Similar to me?" Yarsha Zahara raised an eyebrow as Prana casually condensed into a tiny humanoid and performed an elaborate dance, "Has she expressed anything similar to this?"
"Well, she didn't exactly have Prana when I met her." Brangara scratched his cheek and smiled wryly, "But she's immensely talented."
"Are you interested in her?" Yarsha's lips curled up to present a gentle smile but her eyes curled up even further.
"No way, why would I be interested in a married woman?" The Boar King spoke with a hint of nervousness, "I just brought her up when you claimed to be the sole supreme existence among Free Humans."
"Besides, she's no longer a Free Human now." Brangara explained hurriedly, "She became a Cooter Clansman thanks to my help."
"Did you feel it was a waste that she became a Cooter Clansman?" Yarsha Zahara pressed on slightly, "Did you? Or did you not?"
"I was busy beating up the Empyrean Snappers back then. So, I can't remember, ahahaha!" The Boar King laughed awkwardly, 'This is why I roam outside all along. It's hard to deal with her.'
Ever since Yarsha Zahara reached the Body Stage and successfully fused a single piece of Sumatra Gold in her Human Avatar, she became increasingly scarier. After all, though lacking, her cultivation technique allowed her to control and wield the power of Sumatra Gold.
And being able to fuse with a single piece of Sumatra Gold was a direct statement of the fact that her cultivation technique was working. The direct result of it was the creation of her Primary Nature.
As long as she improves her cultivation technique in the future, she will be able to further build her Human Avatar with more pieces of Sumatra Gold. The day she completes her Mystic Grade cultivation technique is the day when she reaches the peak of the Body Stage.
That day would be the arrival of the strongest existence Sumatra Continent had ever produced. Yarsha Zahara would be stronger than even the Boar King.
Unless the Boar King stacks Mystic Grade Natures in his Astral Chart, he wouldn't be her opponent. As both he and Yarsha Zahara were aware of that fact, it only served to boost her confidence. After all, that was what she claimed at their first encounter.
The children she births would inherit her superior talents and would stand head and shoulders above the rest. For the past few years, the Boar King indeed observed his kids expressing spectacular qualities despite being part of a Ravaged Tribe.
Moreover, for someone starved for familial presence, the Boar King had a soft spot for Yarsha Zahara and his children. That resulted in the current state of things where someone could successfully nag at him for hours and not face the slightest consequence.
"Is that so?" Yarsha Zahara watched the carriage arrive at a halt before the Misty Flake Tea House, "I'll check her out for myself."
"This is where she's living?"
"That should be the case." The Boar King nodded as three grains revolved on his palm and pointed towards the tea house, "I can detect the presence of the both of them inside."
"Let's go, then…" Yarsha Zahara said and was just about to alight from the carriage when she grabbed the curtain of the window and clenched it hard, able to feel a rather special existence in her vicinity, 'What is this?'
Her Human Avatar reacted to the existence, the first time this had happened, shocking her. Yarsha peered out stealthily and observed a long-haired woman see off Farloon Brimgan and his wife. She was able to identify the two, having interacted with them in the past.
"That is Amita?" She muttered solemnly.
"Yes," The Boar King nodded and looked at her face in interest, "So, what's your opinion of her?"
"She's special, just like me." Yarsha Zahara calmed herself and alighted from the carriage, holding the Boar King's hand as they approached the Misty Flake Tea House.
"Ah!" Inala let out a shout in surprise upon seeing the Boar King accompanied by a pregnant Yarsha Zahara, 'How the fuck did this happen?'
He hurriedly calmed himself and made a formal bow, "Welcome to the Misty Flake Tea House."
"I'll guide you to our VIP section." Saying so, Inala brought the duo to the fourth floor and seated them there.
Upon staring at the items made using Comets, the Boar King laughed, "Who made these? You or Wittral?"
"I made the design, he carved them." Inala said with a respectful tone, "I'm not yet skilled enough to create such perfect products."
"Ah!" Upon feeling two terrifying presences enter the fourth floor, Wittral hurriedly descended from the kitchen on the fifth floor and exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the Boar King.
"Puhahaha!" The Boar King laughed upon seeing a forest of hair covering Wittral's head, not to mention the thin moustache he sported, "What the heck is this?"
"It's a wig…" Wittral said in embarrassment and lifted the forest of hair, revealing a shiny bald head, frowning upon seeing the Boar King laugh harder in response.
"Man, he's hilarious." The Boar King patted his thigh and continued to laugh. He then stared at Yarsha Zahara and said, "You know, Wittral is the only one that dared challenge me despite knowing who I am."
"You…are brave." Yarsha Zahara stared at Wittral in shock, awed by the latter's stupidity, "Are you that happy to be beaten up?"
"You shouldn't talk shit without knowing who he is." Inala calmly set two cups on the table and addressed Yarsha Zahara, his tone chiding.
"That so?" Yarsha Zahara sipped her tea as her eyes became cold, "Am I supposed to care?"
"If you have the capability to." Inala retorted as the two glared at each other.
