The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1012

The Legendary Man Chapter 1012-Truth be told, it was not that Xavion was being too gullible.

Rather, it was Jonathan’s past that made him seem like someone who was possessed.

In just three years, Jonathan had risen to power, going from being the scion of a wealthy family to a merciless commander.

His cultivation had been significantly boosted since he returned from the battle in West Region, thanks to the existence of Seboxia in his elixir field.

Every time Jonathan defeated other high-level cultivators, the latter would almost always have their life forces drained by Seboxia, turning their corpses into withered husks. Their final appearance looked highly similar to the effects of Dark Art’s blood essence absorption.

With those things put together, in addition to Jonathan’s embellishment, Xavion and anyone else who heard it would think that it was the act of a possessed person.

Knitting his brows, Xavion felt a surge of unease as he stared at Jonathan, who was walking ahead of him.

In his opinion, if what he heard was true, then perhaps Jonathan would no longer be of use to the Osborne family.

Mason, that sly old fox, despite finding out that Jonathan’s Cor had been broken, still set the latter as the linchpin of his plans. Apart from eradicating Everett’s lineage, he also wanted to bind Jonathan and the Osborne family together.

It was because he was after Jonathan’s cultivation method.

However, the method that defied the natural laws turned into a form of Dark Art that fed on humans. That discovery made Xavion feel somewhat dejected.

As a prominent family boasting a lineage of nearly two thousand years, of course, the Osborne family owned cultivation methods that could rapidly raise a person’s cultivation level.

The only downside of such a cultivation method was that it harmed the natural balance.

Only a few could advance into Grandmaster Realm through that type of method, much less God Realm.

Obviously, one did not have to bring up Divine Realm, a cultivation level that could only be obtained after killing countless people and absorbing their spiritual energy.

Once the person who cultivated with such a method began to go through Divine Tribulation, they would be devoured, with no chance to get past the first stage.

Besides, evil cultivators nurtured that way usually harbored great resentment and a strong malevolent aura.

For a respectable family that needed a long and stable legacy, evil cultivators were an extremely dangerous existence.

Thus, although each family had their own evil cultivation techniques, it was sealed up and forbidden to be used.

If Jonathan had risen to power with such a cultivation method, it would be utterly useless to the respectable families.

Instead, it only added to the number of threats they had to deal with.

When Xavion saw that Jonathan had stopped in his tracks, waiting for him at the peak, he delayed no further and went to stand next to the other man with a few light leaps.

“Why did you stop?” Xavion asked with a smile. However, he was stunned as soon as those words fell from his lips.

On the other side of the mountain in front of them was a leeward boulder, and sitting behind it were two crossed-legged figures. They were holding onto whisky bottles while staring at Xavion and Jonathan.

Between them was a portable stove with a bubbling pot of stew.

Jonathan and Xavion stood downwind. Although they were thirty to forty meters away from the other two people, their enhanced sense of smell as cultivators allowed them to smell the faint scent of meat stew that permeated the air.

The four of them maintained eye contact amidst the cold wind. The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Thud…

A fork dropped and rolled down the side of the mountain.

Instantly, everything began to move again.

“Joshua Whitley!” Jonathan yelled.

“Xavion Osborne!” Joshua blurted.

“Hayden Zink!” Xavion shouted.

“What the f*ck?” Hayden exclaimed.

The two people who were enjoying their beef stew behind the boulder were Joshua and Hayden, currently on the run from the eight respectable families’ pursuit.

The four of them shouted each other’s names almost at the same time.