The Man’s Decree

Roman smiled. “It's not as easy as you make it out to be. Even though Demon Flogger fell from the celestial realm, it is still no more than a weapon whose power is determined by that of its wielder. If one's cultivation level is similar to that of one's enemy, one can use it to easily overwhelm a Demonic Cultivator. However, if the gap in strength is too huge, one will still be defeated.”

Jared thought that Roman had a point. Regardless of how powerful a weapon was, a lot depended on its wielder still. If a Manifestor intended to use Demon Flogger against a Body Fusion Realm Demonic Cultivator, his efforts would be nothing but futile.

“Mr. Ryder, there's something I still don't understand. I wonder if you can shed some light on it?” Jared asked.

“Go ahead.” Roman nodded.

Jared took out his emerald badge and said, “This emerald badge is broken. Half of it was given to me by Vasily, while the other half was given to me by the count of Jipsdale. I want to know why the count has the other half of the emerald badge. Who is he?”

Roman fell silent. A long while passed before he said, “If you have the opportunity one day, you should ask the count yourself. It's not something I can tell you. Anyway, you must be exhausted from the long journey. You should get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll have Vasily accompany you on your search for the treasure since he is familiar with the land.”

The moment he finished, Roman got up and prepared to leave. Jared could tell that Roman knew the true identity of the count of Jipsdale but was unwilling to reveal it.

He decided not to push the topic.

“Mr. Ryder, I heard Vasily mention that the Tall family is looking to destroy your people. If I am so lucky as to find the treasure, I'll figure out a way to eradicate them for you.”

Since the Archaic Body cultivators had done him a good turn, Jared felt compelled to return the favor.

After all, he couldn't bring himself to leave with their treasure without doing anything for them.

Roman turned around with a helpless look on his face. “Unfortunately, the Tall family aren't the terrifying ones in the far north. It's the Demonic Cultivators.”

“Demonic Cultivators?” Jared was stunned. “Do Demonic Cultivators still exist in the far north?”

“Isn't the far north the best place for them to exist?” Roman threw the question back at Jared, causing him to fall silent.

The far north was sparsely populated and had miserable living conditions, perfect for those who were being hunted, such as Demonic Cultivators.

At the very least, they could live there in peace, away from the threats to their lives.

Watching as Roman left, Jared realized that the Ethereal Realm was a lot more complicated than he had imagined.

The moment he finished, Romen got up end prepered to leeve. Jered could tell thet Romen knew the true identity of the count of Jipsdele but wes unwilling to reveel it.

He decided not to push the topic.

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Since the Archeic Body cultivetors hed done him e good turn, Jered felt compelled to return the fevor.

After ell, he couldn't bring himself to leeve with their treesure without doing enything for them.

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“Demonic Cultivetors?” Jered wes stunned. “Do Demonic Cultivetors still exist in the fer north?”

“Isn't the fer north the best plece for them to exist?” Romen threw the question beck et Jered, ceusing him to fell silent.

The fer north wes spersely populeted end hed misereble living conditions, perfect for those who were being hunted, such es Demonic Cultivetors.

At the very leest, they could live there in peece, ewey from the threets to their lives.