The Legendary Man

Chapter 829 The Enlighteners

Blaze and Jonathan emerged in a house at the edge of Newcove.
Blaze and Jonathan emerged in a house at the edge of Newcove.

Two people entangled in a passionate embrace were stabbed by a dagger, dying before they could see who the intruders were.

Jonathan gave Blaze a disapproving look.

“You didn't have to do that. You could have just knocked them out.”

Blaze sat on the couch and picked up a bottle of unfinished wine. He gave it a sniff before taking a huge gulp.

Jonathan calmed down, sensing half of his life force within him.

Even if Jonathan was severely injured, he could still rebuild his body with the remaining life force.

After downing half the contents of the wine bottle, Blaze said cheerfully, “Seal your spiritual energy. We might've escaped several dozens of miles, but who knows what a Divine Realm cultivator is capable of? We won't get this lucky if we get captured again.”

He wasn't telling Jonathan to seal his meridians.

What he meant was that Jonathan should control his cultivation method to make sure it didn't communicate with the rotation of the outside world.

Once communication was cut off, the spiritual energy in the outer world wouldn't fluctuate. No one could detect Jonathan's location through energy fluctuation unless they used their spiritual energy or spiritual sense to envelop his body.

Jonathan took a seat across from Blaze and found some snacks under the coffee table. He ripped it open and started stuffing food into his mouth.

When cultivators fought, they exhausted not only their spiritual energy but also their vitality.

In a single day, Jonathan's life hung in the balance multiple times, which required him to go through the arduous process of rebuilding his body each time. Thus, he was in a state of extreme hunger due to the lack of sustenance.

Jonathan would find pet food delicious, not to mention snacks.

After consuming the snacks, he turned around to face the bed, which was saturated with an ominous, crimson hue from the spilled blood.

“You're quite bloodthirsty, huh? No wonder you're known as the best of assassins.”

“Stop joking,” Blaze replied with a grin. “You have uncovered the gruesome truth of the Pryncyp of Slaughter. How can you possibly accuse someone else of being bloodthirsty? That's absurd. There must be a minimum of millions of people who have perished as a direct or indirect result of your actions. In a mere twelve hours, you have slain an innumerable amount of Grandmaster Realm cultivators and above at Bazar Temple. Do you truly have any regard for their lives? We are both equally merciless killers. Don't attempt to portray yourself as a saint.”

Jonathan froze.

“I only kill those who deserve to die.”

“That's purely your opinion!” Blaze mocked. “Remember Louis and Aetomoye? Did they threaten your family or do something immoral? We're all cultivators, so it's pointless to discuss this.”

As Blaze spoke, he lit up a cigar for himself.

“Jonathan, pray tell. What is your next move?”

“Go back to Chanaea,” Jonathan replied without hesitation.

According to Aiden's previous assessment, Dorian could only survive for approximately two weeks. Jonathan had been here for ten days. He feared Dorian would not be able to last the remaining time if he did not return.

“I know you'll definitely return to Chanaea,” Blaze answered with a chuckle. “I mean, what do you plan to do after returning to Chanaea?”

“What will happen after I return to Chanaea?” Jonathan furrowed his brows.

Something told him that Blaze was up to something. Has he not given up on persuading me to join their Holy War?

Blaze pondered briefly before explaining, “Chanaea is in a precarious situation. To the north, they are neighbored by Remdik, to the west by the West Region, and to the east by Jetroina. All three of these countries are powerful and have their eyes on Chanaea's resources, making them a constant threat of war. The tension is only exacerbated by the internal strife within Chanaea, as the eight respectable families are becoming increasingly unruly, causing the high-ranking cultivators not to cooperate to face the outside enemies. The only thing standing between Chanaea and total chaos is Asura's Office, but it may not be enough to handle both the internal and external issues. Can Chanaea overcome these dual threats and maintain peace and stability?”

Jonathan tossed away the snack and leaned into his chair, casting Blaze a frosty look.

“Your evaluation of Chanaea is even more impressive than my own, particularly considering I am Asura. You clearly possess a great deal of knowledge regarding the eight respectable families. That must have required a considerable amount of effort and dedication on your part.”

“Not really,” Blaze replied as he waved his hands. “You know I'm only competent in assassination and infiltration. We could not ascertain what the eight mysterious respectable families were until Asura's Office conducted an investigation, and we were made privy to all the relevant information.”

Jonathan gave a curt nod.

“Got it. I understand that the Apocalypse is more than capable of infiltrating Asura's Office. Why did you bring up Chanaea's situation with me? Is it simply an attempt to assist me in better understanding the situation, or is there something else you are trying to tell me?”