A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance)

Upon seeing Jared raise his hand, the subordinate of Everett Manor was terrified. After all, he had just witnessed Jared, an Ultimate Realm Level Two cultivator, single-handedly slay a Top Level Ultimate Realm Level Nine cultivator and Rex, an Ultimate Realm Level Eight cultivator.

"I'll talk... I'll talk... General Cian sent me," he said. "He wanted me to observe the conflict between Giles Manor and Buckley Manor, then report back to him."

The subordinate quickly spilled the beans.

"What is Cian up to? Is he trying to take advantage of our conflict? Hoping I'd fight to the death with Rex while he sits back and reaps the benefits?" Jaime asked.

"General Jaime, I'm afraid I don't know. I'm just a subordinate, merely following orders. Whatever General Cian's intentions might be, it's not likely he would share them with me," the subordinate hastily explained. In response, Jared simply waved his hand and said, "You may leave now. Relay everything you've seen to General Cian. If he's also interested in the celestial crystal vein mine, he's more than welcome to try and take it!"

After Jared finished speaking, Jaime released the subordinate from Everett Manor.

At that moment, Jaime was now taking orders from Jared.

Meanwhile, in Tenth Hall, Tenth Hall was in deep thought, troubled by the issue of resources. As the strength of the cultivators within Tenth Hall grew, so did their consumption of resources, which had become tremendous.

Relying solely on the resources that the Demon Seal Alliance had plundered from Ethereal Realm was no longer sufficient.

This was also why Tennyson had sent Tavon to trade with Beast City.

To ascend to immortality, sufficient resources were essential. Without resources, all efforts would be in vain.

"My Lord, My Lord, something terrible has happened. The bodily spirit lamp of Mr. Lorthan has been extinguished..."

At that moment, a member from Tenth Hall rushed over in a state of panic.

"What?" Tennyson was taken aback, then promptly dashed out.

When he arrived at the secret room of Tenth Hall, he found that Tavon's bodily spirit lamp snuffed out, just as reported.

Inside, hundreds of bodily spirit lamps were alight, each representing the life of a member of Tenth Hall. Even the bodily spirit lamp of Tennyson himself was among them.

Whenever someone perished, their bodily spirit lamp would be extinguish.

If the physical body was destroyed, but the soul remnant remained, the light of the bodily spirit lamp would dim. As long as one executed physical body restoration, one could then be revived.

"What on earth happened? How could Tavon have died?" Tennyson asked in utter disbelief.

"My Lord, Tavon has been trading with the Beast City for many years and nothing like this has ever happened. How could he suddenly have died? Moreover, I heard him mention before that the cultivators in Beast City aren't really strong and no one was a match for him. But the current circumstances are indeed quite mysterious," the subordinate remarked softly.

"It is indeed very strange," Tennyson nodded. "Don't mention this to anyone for now. I'll go and ask Elder Seren about what's really going on."

Once Tennyson finished speaking, he left the secret room and proceeded toward the back of the main hall.

A forest lay beyond the main hall, filled with chirping birds and fragrant flowers. Nestled within this serene backdrop were a few huts.

Compared to the majestic hall main hall that stood before them, these humble huts seemed completely out of place!

In front of a hut sat an elderly man in an antiquated wicker chair. His head, full of silver hair, was meticulously combed, each strand shining like silver threads, casting a cold gleam under the sunlight. His face had grown thin, with the passage of time etching wrinkles into his skin. Like markings on an ancient map, each line held countless untold stories.

His eyes were deeply set, yet they resembled tranquil, profound pools. The occasional glances that he shot were as sharp as an eagle's, seemingly capable of piercing one's soul.

He was dressed in a long robe that

was slightly faded from washing but nonetheless clean, the hem

fluttering gently in the breeze. A simple, dark fabric belt was tied casually around his waist, from

which hung an ancient, polished emerald badge. As he moved, a

faint, yet crisp cleaning sound could be heard.

He held a bamboo hand; its surface adorned with a minimalist yet profound painting of a landscape. Occasionally, he would give it a gentle wave, stirring up a breeze, which added an extra touch of mystery to his aura.

The most significant detail was that

in front of the elderly man, there was

a table made of vine twigs. On it sat

a bamboo tube, under which several old, rust-stained coins were

arranged in the pattern of the Seven Star Formation.