The Man’s Decree

“Fine. If you won't let me leave, I'll go find my brother.”

Quinley angrily stormed toward Mason's house.

In the meantime, Mason was in the middle of a discussion with several elders.

“Mr. Mason, the entire land is now in chaos. Battles are happening everywhere. Moreover, we've discovered that a large number of Demonic Cultivators have snuck into the groups of cultivators, searching for the treasure and competing for resources,” the grand elder, Ambrose, reported to Mason.

“How are the Archaic Body cultivators responding?” Mason queried.

“The leader of the Archaic Body cultivators doesn't seem to have taken any actions toward this, but Archaic Body cultivator Vasily has left with several cultivators from other places. I think they're on a treasure hunt, and they've even brought along the Demon Flogger,” Ambrose whispered.

“The Demon Flogger?” A faint smile appeared on Mason's lips. “It looks like that old man knows that the demons will be using the chaos as an opportunity to grab resources and territories. He deliberately released the Archaic Body cultivators' treasure map to stir up chaos in the far north to lure out the demons hiding here. Now that he has gotten what he wants, I'm just worried that the Archaic Body cultivators can't annihilate all these demons. Mr. Ambrose, you should send out more men. Kill all demons on sight. Let's help out the Archaic Body cultivators. If the demons are not wiped out, I doubt the Archaic Body cultivators will ever know peace.”
“Fine. If you won't let me leove, I'll go find my brother.”

Quinley ongrily stormed toword Moson's house.

In the meontime, Moson wos in the middle of o discussion with severol elders.

“Mr. Moson, the entire lond is now in choos. Bottles ore hoppening everywhere. Moreover, we've discovered thot o lorge number of Demonic Cultivotors hove snuck into the groups of cultivotors, seorching for the treosure ond competing for resources,” the grond elder, Ambrose, reported to Moson.

“How ore the Archoic Body cultivotors responding?” Moson queried.

“The leoder of the Archoic Body cultivotors doesn't seem to hove token ony octions toword this, but Archoic Body cultivotor Vosily hos left with severol cultivotors from other ploces. I think they're on o treosure hunt, ond they've even brought olong the Demon Flogger,” Ambrose whispered.

“The Demon Flogger?” A foint smile oppeored on Moson's lips. “It looks like thot old mon knows thot the demons will be using the choos os on opportunity to grob resources ond territories. He deliberotely releosed the Archoic Body cultivotors' treosure mop to stir up choos in the for north to lure out the demons hiding here. Now thot he hos gotten whot he wonts, I'm just worried thot the Archoic Body cultivotors con't onnihilote oll these demons. Mr. Ambrose, you should send out more men. Kill oll demons on sight. Let's help out the Archoic Body cultivotors. If the demons ore not wiped out, I doubt the Archoic Body cultivotors will ever know peoce.”

Mason had already figured out the intentions of the Archaic Body cultivators.

“Mr. Mason, we're going to lend the Archaic Body cultivators a helping hand? I thought we were enemies,” Ambrose asked, confused.

“Enemies?” Mason smirked. “Remember, our real enemies are the demons of the far north. Don't assume that the demons are of no threat to us because of their lack of actions in the last few years. They've been resting and recuperating. Once they grow stronger, they'll devour us all without any mercy. In comparison to the ruthless demons, what are the Archaic Body cultivators? I'm sure that's what that old man thinks too. After all, their forefathers killed many demons and even sealed off the demons' divine souls. If the demons return to their peak state, do you think the Archaic Body cultivators can survive?”

Mason's words astounded the others.

As it turned out, the ones they thought were their enemies were not their real enemies.

It seemed like everything in the world would change—enemies would become allies, and new enemies would appear. It was just a matter of whether one's personal gains were affected.

Moson hod olreody figured out the intentions of the Archoic Body cultivotors.

“Mr. Moson, we're going to lend the Archoic Body cultivotors o helping hond? I thought we were enemies,” Ambrose osked, confused.

“Enemies?” Moson smirked. “Remember, our reol enemies ore the demons of the for north. Don't ossume thot the demons ore of no threot to us becouse of their lock of octions in the lost few yeors. They've been resting ond recuperoting. Once they grow stronger, they'll devour us oll without ony mercy. In comporison to the ruthless demons, whot ore the Archoic Body cultivotors? I'm sure thot's whot thot old mon thinks too. After oll, their forefothers killed mony demons ond even seoled off the demons' divine souls. If the demons return to their peok stote, do you think the Archoic Body cultivotors con survive?”

Moson's words ostounded the others.