Chapter 2095: Ivanna Qualey Chapter 2095: Ivanna Qualey Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The atmosphere in the hall felt slightly unusual.
Braydon Neal and Wilma Nilles sat quietly at the table, eating in silence.
Every so often, Braydon would place food into Wilma’s bowl.
“This drumstick is very tender,” he said softly, placing it in her bowl.
“Yes,” Wilma replied, picking up the drumstick and eating it silently.
A flicker of emotion suddenly surfaced in her eyes.
This warm yet steady feeling—was it…
home?
“Do you have a family?” she asked.
“My parents were killed when I was young.
My master found me and brought me up the mountain,” Braydon replied, shaking his head.
“Your master must have doted on you,” she asked again.
“He doted on me a lot,” Braydon murmured after a pause.
“Why haven’t I seen your master this time?” she pressed.
Braydon swallowed his food, his gaze distant.
After a moment, he said in a low voice, “My master was killed decades ago.
I buried him in the cemetery at the back of the mountain.” Wilma froze, glancing at Braydon.
She suddenly understood his quiet ruthlessness—he was like her.
He had no family left.
After the meal, Wilma stood and began clearing the table.
“I’ll do it,” Braydon said, standing to help, but she shook her head.
“I’ll take care of it.” “Since you cooked, I’ll wash the dishes,” she insisted.
Wilma washed the dishes in the kitchen, her movements natural and unassuming, like a mortal.
Braydon sat silently at the table, watching her from behind.
When she finished tidying up, Wilma walked out.
“I’m going back,” she said simply.
Braydon watched her leave without asking her to stay.
For the next two weeks, their routine remained unchanged: Braydon cooked, and Wilma washed the dishes.
She carried no airs of an elder.
Perhaps being an elder didn’t matter to her.
One day, Braydon sensed a familiar aura.
After a moment of concentration, he recognized it—it was Ivanna Qualey from the Sixth Peak, summoning him.
With the sun yet to rise, Braydon made his way down the mountain, walking slowly into a dense bamboo forest.
Amid the bamboo, a figure waited.
She wore a gauzy green dress, barely concealing her jade-like skin.
The fabric seemed deliberately designed to reveal glimpses of her snow-white thighs, a sight meant to captivate.
Braydon glanced at her briefly before averting his eyes.
“Why have you summoned me here, Elder Ivanna?” he asked calmly.
Ivanna, seated cross-legged among the bamboo, rose with a kind smile and approached him.
“Braydon, are you enjoying life at the Ninth Peak?” she asked.
“Thank you for your concern, Elder Ivanna.
I’m doing well,” Braydon replied.
Ivanna drew closer.
When her warm hand brushed against him, Braydon’s expression shifted.
He stepped back and said firmly, “Elder Ivanna, what is this about?” Ivanna smiled slyly.
“Braydon, I know you find Wilma beautiful.
But on the Sixth Peak, we have countless stunning female disciples.
While they may not surpass Wilma, you could have a new one every day if you wished.” She leaned closer, her tone seductive.
“Even me…” On the mountain, Wilma finished her cultivation and walked into the living room.
She frowned when she saw the empty table.
Why hadn’t Braydon come today?
She went to his room, only to find it empty.
Confusion flickered in her eyes.
Back in the bamboo forest, Ivanna’s lips curled into a faint smile, as though sensing Wilma’s thoughts.
Braydon’s eyes also glimmered, hinting at his next move.
Suddenly, Ivanna lunged at Braydon, her fragrance filling the air.
The bamboo forest grew eerily quiet, shielding them from the outside world.
In Braydon’s room, a cup shattered on the floor.
Wilma stood frozen, staring toward the foot of the mountain.
There, Ivanna’s disheveled form was pressed against Braydon.
Something in Wilma’s heart shifted.
In the bamboo forest, Braydon’s face hardened as he spoke coldly.
“Elder Ivanna, get off me.” Ivanna leaned in, her voice a Ivanna in his ear.
“Wilma is nearing the peak of her cultivation.
She’s desperate for a pill to break through to the transcendent realm.
If you stay with me for a while, I’ll give you that pill.
What do you say?” Braydon’s expression darkened, conflict flickering in his eyes before his body relaxed.
Ivanna smiled triumphantly.
This was what she wanted.
If Braydon had joined the Ninth Peak for Wilma, she would make him lose faith in her and turn him toward the Sixth Peak instead.
Braydon’s talent was extraordinary.
Ivanna saw him as her key to reaching greater heights.
Sacrificing her pride was a price she was willing to pay.
But just as Ivanna’s hands roamed over him, Braydon grabbed her wrist, his voice icy.
“Don’t push me past my limits.” From afar, their interaction might have looked flirtatious.
On the mountain, Wilma stood frozen, her thoughts a swirl of confusion.
Why did she feel… hurt?
In the past month, Braydon had grown close to her.
So why did seeing him with someone else leave her so unsettled?
“I’m a prodigy of the Ninth Peak,” Wilma told herself firmly.
“I shouldn’t be troubled by these things.” With that thought, she left Braydon’s residence, closing her door tightly behind her.
Three days passed.
When Braydon emerged from the bamboo forest, his face was pale, but he held a jade bottle tightly in his hand.
Ivanna smiled as she watched him leave.
“I’ve enjoyed these past three days, Braydon,” she called after him.
“If you ever feel bored, come visit my Sixth Peak.
It’s not as dull as the ninth.” Braydon didn’t reply.
He only walked away, gripping the jade bottle as if it were his lifeline.