The Man's Decree

Cloud was seething with anger, his body trembling as he stared coldly at Jared. Through gritted teeth, he threatened, “Kid, just you wait. Once you leave Jipsdale, I’ll take your life.”

“I look forward to that,” Jared responded with a faint smile before turning and entering the living hall. Others followed suit. Many now cast curious glances at Jared. They wondered about his identity and why Hester would openly favor him.

After all, Jared was just a cultivator at Second Level Body Fusion Realm. He was not really that powerful. They wondered if he could be related to Hester in some way as well.

“Hello there, I’m Beau Yule. Are you here to buy a treasure map too?” A burly man with a large sword strapped to his back approached Jared. Jared nodded. “Indeed.”

“I’m not sure whether the treasure map is real or fake, but I’ve heard that the Archaic Body cultivators do possess a treasure. If you’re planning to seek the treasure, perhaps we can team up,” Beau proposed. “You see, the far north is sparsely populated, with harsh conditions and frequent demon beast sightings. Moreover, many Demonic Cultivators hide out in those remote areas. With your current cultivation level, even if you find the treasure, it’ll be difficult for you to defend them.”

Jared understood that Beau’s intention

would a cultivator at Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm seek

forming alliances with anyone. In Ethereal Realm, he couldn’t easily trust strangers, as anyone could succumb to the allure of personal

decided to search for the treasure yet. I’m just

never mind,” Beau replied in disappointment and returned to his seat. At this moment, a tall figure entered the room, wearing a mask. With a bow, the figure addressed the group, saying, “Apologies for

his spiritual sense. The man seemed to be suppressing his aura on purpose, as

cultivator emanating from the man.