Cloud wos seething with onger, his body trembling os he stored coldly ot Jored. Through gritted teeth,
he threotened, “Kid, just you woit. Once you leove Jipsdole, I'll toke your life.”
“I look forword to thot,” Jored responded with o foint smile before turning ond entering the living holl.
Others followed suit. Mony now cost curious glonces ot Jored. They wondered obout his identity ond
why Hester would openly fovor him.
After oll, Jored wos just o cultivotor ot Second Level Body Fusion Reolm. He wos not reolly thot
powerful.
They wondered if he could be reloted to Hester in some woy os well.
“Hello there, I'm Beou Yule. Are you here to buy o treosure mop too?”
A burly mon with o lorge sword stropped to his bock opprooched Jored.
Jored nodded. “Indeed.”
“I'm not sure whether the treosure mop is reol or foke, but I've heord thot the Archoic Body cultivotors
do possess o treosure. If you're plonning to seek the treosure, perhops we con teom up,” Beou
proposed. “You see, the for north is sporsely populoted, with horsh conditions ond frequent demon
beost sightings. Moreover, mony Demonic Cultivotors hide out in those remote oreos. With your current
cultivotion level, even if you find the treosure, it'll be difficult for you to defend them.”
Beau actively sought an alliance with Jared.
Jared understood that Beau's intention to ally with him was likely influenced by Hester's attitude toward
himself.
Otherwise, why would a cultivator at Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm seek an alliance with cultivators of
lower levels? It would only be burdensome.
However, Jared wasn't keen on forming alliances with anyone. In Ethereal Realm, he couldn't easily
trust strangers, as anyone could succumb to the allure of personal gain.
“I'm sorry, I haven't decided to search for the treasure yet. I'm just here to take a look,” Jared said with
a casual smile.
“Oh, I see. In that case, 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 keeping you all waiting!”
Jared gave the man a quick once-over before shrouding him with his spiritual sense.
The man seemed to be suppressing his aura on purpose, as Jared's spiritual sense couldn't discern
anything.
Jared strengthened his spiritual sense, this time detecting a trace of the aura of an Archaic Body
cultivator emanating from the man. This confirmed that Vasker was indeed an Archaic Body cultivator
and was not lying about his identity.
Vasker sensed someone probing him and turned his gaze toward the people in the living hall.
Realizing this, Jared swiftly withdrew his spiritual sense and feigned a calm look.
After glancing around, Vasker could not identify who had probed him and decided to let it go. He
began, “I believe you all have come here for the treasure map. Since it's our first meeting, let me
introduce myself. I'm Vasker from the far north, and I'm a member of the Archaic Body Cultivation clan.
Many of you might have heard that our predecessors buried a treasure long ago. After all these years,
its location has faded from memory. However, I possess the treasure map for this treasure. Due to its
age, the map is incomplete, but it still shows the general direction.”
He added, “My treasure map is priced at one hundred million spirit coins per piece. Whether you can
find the treasure using the map or not depends on your luck. Don't ask me about the authenticity of the
map. If you believe in me, pay for the map. Otherwise, just leave. I won't force anyone to believe me
and buy it.”
Vasker sounded arrogant even though his face was hidden by a mask. He acted as if his treasure map
was in no danger of going unsold.
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