The Man’s Decree

The next day, Jared and Flaxseed headed straight for Spiritus Occultus Monastery.

It was only several hundred kilometers away from Jadeborough, so they were able to arrive at Spiritus Occultus Monastery in a few hours with their enhanced speed.

Spiritus Occultus Monastery used to be a vibrant place, with many people going there to meditate.

However, the place was deserted then. On their way to the monastery, Jared and Flaxseed did not even come across a single soul.

As a matter of fact, when they arrived at Spiritus Occultus Monastery, they were shocked to see that the monastery was dilapidated. Dust covered every inch of the area as if the people had been gone for a long, long time.

That sight made Jared's heart drop.

Upon stepping onto the grounds of Spiritus Occultus Monastery, they were greeted by overgrown weeds. There were no priests to be seen at all.

“It looks like the blacksmith master I encountered back then isn't around anymore,” Flaxseed commented when he noticed how bleak the place was. It was apparent that no one had been staying at the monastery for years.

Jared sighed. Disappointed, he muttered, “Let's go...”

Right as the two of them were about to leave, a gust of aura rushed toward them. In the next second, a figure stood in their way.

When Jared focused his eyes on the figure, he realized that the person standing before them was a grubby-faced old priest dressed in tattered priest attire.

“Misters, since you're at Spiritus Occultus Monastery, why don't you sit down and meditate a little before leaving?” the old priest said to Jared and Flaxseed.

Flaxseed gave the old priest a look over before he quickly piped up, “Do you remember me? We met once several years ago.”

The old priest glanced at Flaxseed before shaking his head regretfully. “I have wandered many places and seen many people. How am I to remember every single face I've come across?”

“It's okay even if you don't remember me. We're here to ask a favor of you.”

Flaxseed was not at all angry at the old priest for not remembering who he was.

“A favor?” The old priest was stunned. “Look at me. What can I possibly help you with?”

“I know that you're a blacksmith master. My friend here has a chipped sword, and he would like to ask for your help restoring it,” Flaxseed truthfully answered.

“I see,” the old priest said, inclining his head. “It's just restoring a sword, so that's something I can do. However, what good will I get from doing this for you?”

“You can have anything you want if you fix my sword for me. I won't say no even if you ask to restore the entire Spiritus Occultus Monastery,” Jared swiftly offered.

“A generous young man, I see. But this monastery isn't mine, so why would I want to restore it?” the old priest muttered with another shake of his head. “If I restore your sword, you'll need to rescue someone for me.”

“Who is it?” Jared and Flaxseed asked in unison.

“You don't need to care about their identity; all you need to do is know that this person is imprisoned in Fire Incineration Sect's dungeon. If you agree to this, I can even forge a sword for you, let alone the mere request of restoring your blade,” the old priest uttered.