A Man Like None Other

Meanwhile, in a corner of the courtyard in Pathfinder Sect, Clifford was engaged in a conversation with a man. This man had a cloth bag hanging from his waist, and within it was Faiyar’s soul, struggling in agony.

The man in question was Keiran Mueller. In his quest for rapid cultivation, he roamed far and wide, hunting down Demonic Cultivators from the Inferno Devil lineage. After all, the majority of these cultivators were independent, with few people bothering about them in that place.

With great excitement, Keiran exclaimed, “Mr. Fowler, thank you very much! I never expected to encounter a Demonic Cultivator with the demonic fire in Pathfinder Sect. It seems I have a real chance of breaking through to become an Eighth Level Tribulator. Once I’ve succeeded, I’ll go back and show my father. Even if I’m wandering around everywhere, I can still make a significant leap in my abilities.”

“Mr. Mueller, thanking each other in our relationship seems a bit unnecessary, don’t you think? We both benefit from this arrangement. You receive resources for your cultivation, while I eliminate a love rival. Anyone who dares to vie for my Serena’s affection is simply courting death.”

After Clifford finished speaking, his gaze fiercely fixated on the cloth bag around Keiran’s waist.

Had it not been for Keiran’s need for Faiyar’s soul, Clifford would have gladly thrashed Faiyar’s soul to death right then and there.

to watch anymore as Faiyar was constantly

the temptations of beauty! Now, Mr. Fowler, you can pursue the girl you love without any worries.” With a hearty laugh, Keiran

grave expression, “This isn’t good. My master and his entourage must be arriving. You mustn’t let on that we’ve met, Mr.

Clifford leaped, disappearing without a

wanted to flee, but just then, someone pushed

face fell the moment he set his eyes on Keiran, saying in a rather grim tone, “Mr. Mueller, you

are you saying? I just can’t seem to understand!” Keiran played the fool, feigning ignorance. However, all

subtle movements long ago and had already detected Faiyar’s aura. “Release my friend’s soul, or

was filled with murderous intent as he

me? I’m not someone who scares easily, and besides, what’s wrong with me vanquishing Demonic Cultivators?”

into a streak of fiery light, dashing rapidly toward

“Go after him!”

swung his hand, leading the people of Pathfinder Sect to begin

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