“I-H can hand you one of my bodily spirits. Then, I’ll be under your control, Xanthus offered.
Jared shook his head. “You’re a Sixth Level Tribulator cultivator. Even if you were to hand me one of your bodily spirits, I wouldn’t be able to control you. At that time, if I were to crush your bodily spirit, only your cultivation would be affected. Your life wouldn’t be at risk.”
“W-What do you want, then?” Xanthus had never expected the man to be so suspicious. Jared took out an orange pill from his pocket and tossed it at Xanthus. “This is a poison, and only I can make the antidote. Swallow it now, and I’ll let you go.”
With the poison in his hand, Xanthus threw it into his mouth without hesitation.
No matter the kind of poison, the most crucial thing right then was to safeguard his life. Seeing him swallow the pill without hesitation, Jared smiled and asked, “You think the poison is fake?”
“No, no, I’ve decided to collaborate with you, so there’s no point hesitating, Mr. Chance.”
Xanthus swiftly shook his head.
“All right, you may leave,” Jared said.
Xanthus was taken aback. “I can really leave?”
“Yes.” Jared nodded.
Xanthus got to his feet and headed out of the mayor’s residence without anyone pursuing him.
The instant he stepped out of the mayor’s residence, his gaze turned razor-sharp.
With a few leaps, he left Salinsburgh City.
“You really let that Demonic Cultivator leave, Mr. Chance? Someone like him never keeps his word,” Hamish asked in bemusement upon seeing that Jared had truly allowed Xanthus to leave.
“It’s okay. Since I dare let him go, I naturally have my own plan,” Jared replied with a smile.
“Why is the Demon Seal Alliance following that Demonic Cultivator? And why is the Demon Seal Alliance hunting you down?” Atlas asked with puzzlement written all over his face.
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