Chapter 1285


    Chapter 1285 The n Of Neil


    Hayden’s piercing gaze seemed as if it could bore straight through Jonathan as he observed thetter


    delivering his “righteous” speech. D*mn it. If that’s not a threat, I don’t know what else is!


    However, upon hearing Jonathan mention Hades, Hayden still chose to restrain himself when Jonathan


    mentioned Hades. We all know who Hades is. He’s simply not human.


    Although Hades took over as the second-inmand after Jonathan, his approach to leadership was


    markedly different from Jonathan’s.


    Hayden could never forget themand Hades issued to recruit the three God Realm cultivators of the


    Zink family.


    In a situation where the cultivators of the God Realm were not formidable enough to contend with the


    Osborne family, Hades issued an order to target Quadfield in Drieso directly.


    Since the exact location of the Osborne family could not be determined, millions of civilians living in


    Quadfield had to be evaluated. Hades intentionally did this to threaten the Osbornes.


    In the realm of cultivators, there is a timeless wisdom—Names may falter, but nicknames are unfailingly


    true.


    Hades was not his real name. He earned the nickname through his deadly dealings with corpses.


    However, as time passed, everyone simply epted Hades as his name.


    Of course, that man did live up to his nickname.


    Hades, when driven to his limits, would not flinch at wiping out millions in a single stroke, let alone a


    mere few hundred in the Zink family.


    After contemting for a while, Hayden could only raise his hand in resignation. “There’s no need for


    further debate. I won’t be teaming up with anyone present here. We, the Zink family, are not that


    ambitious. We just want to live a peaceful and stable life. I understand that you all are interested in the


    potential talent I may have for formation. But I must responsibly tell you that even if I truly make some


    achievements in formations in the future, I’ll not align myself with any power. What I desire is freedom.”


    Jonathan shot a surprised look at Hayden behind him. Yet, after a moment’s reflection, he grasped that


    Hayden had taken the most advantageous course for himself.


    A person’s talent would inevitably arouse the envy of others.


    If Hayden were to choose a faction, no matter which side he aligned with, the others would inevitably


    plot against him in secret.


    Certainly, a genius specializing in formations differed from a genius in cultivation. It was not a skill that


    could be acquiredter in life with resources.


    This situation was reminiscent of modern-day students learning mathematics. Just as some students


    effortlessly grasped the concepts and could apply them in diverse contexts, others still struggled to


    comprehend, even with guidance from top-notch tutors, who graduated from elite universities.


    Such a talent was innate, and no one could change that.


    Therefore, the only way for Hayden to ensure his safety now was to remain neutral, making it possible


    for any faction to recruit him.


    Seeing Hayden make such a choice, everyone else chose not to say more.


    As though the prior scene of coercion and temptation had never transpired, the group casually


    resumed their conversation.


    This time around, everyone was exceptionally courteous to Hayden, more than ever before.


    Kathleen, on the other hand, longed to rest her entire body against connection for a brief moment.


    Jonathan examined the bullet in his hand, noticing


    What he said just now was partly in jest and partly sincere.


    Nheless, he was impressed with Hayden’s strategy.


    Hayden not only presented a theory for mass-producing spiritual destruction bullets but also


    showcased his remarkably high talent for formations.


    Jonathan thought he could employ certain extreme measures to keep him around, although he could


    not genuinely threaten him with the lives of his family.


    While a few people were engaged in a lively discussion with Hayden, a figure suddenly vaulted over


    the low wall and into the courtyard.


    Everyone looked up, only to see Neil, who stood before them bare-chested.


    Seeing Neil reeking of alcohol, Jonathan and the others all frowned.


    From the moment Neil first appeared before Jonathan, he was in a drunken state.


    Even though their subsequent experiences had somewhat altered their impressions of him, they still


    found it hard to ept Neil’s behavior.


    Sterio had even expressed his doubts before. How could someone who had nearly ten thousand


    Divine Realm private soldiers hidden under the eyes of Yannopolis be a drunkard? Furthermore, the


    man did not seem reliable at all.


    “So, the gate of your little courtyard is just for show, isn’t it?” Sterio looked at Neil and sneered with a


    cold voice.


    Neil casually took a seat, reaching out to grab a roast chicken from the table, and took a big bite. “You


    ounders are just closed-minded. Tell me, what are we training so hard for? So that we can live a


    more carefree life, right? We’re fighting against earthly forces, heavenly beings, and ferocious beasts,


    all in pursuit of transcending our limits and achieving true freedom,” Neil said, chuckling cheerfully as


    he gazed at the group. “But why? You’ve established etiquette, dress codes, and all these rules that


    only serve to restrict yourselves. Why must our cultivation be bound to these conventions? Why must


    we conform to sleeping in beds or wearing these clothes? Close-minded! With your way of thinking,


    how can you ever find genuine contentment?”


    Sterio let out a haughtyugh and sneered, “If we follow your line of reasoning, then you might as


    well abstain from alcohol altogether. It’s almost akin to reverting to our primal instincts, indulging in raw


    meat feasts, and sipping blood straight from the source.”


    Neil tore at the chicken in his hand, shaking his head as he looked at Sterio. “You still don’t get it.


    When I speak of true freedom, I mean acting as your heart desires, moving as you wish, not


    disregarding everything. Forget it. You won’t understand these things.”


    As Neil spoke, he casually tossed the chicken he was holding to the side.


    Without any regard for appearances, he vigorously wiped his greasy hands on his cloak. “Listen


    closely, for I’ve already dispatched individuals to disseminate Joshua’s three critical pieces of


    information. Amongst your foreignrades, there exists a significant number of Divine Realm


    experts, and you’ve undeniably stirred amotion within all sixty southern viges. ording to


    reports from these settlements, people have alreadymenced their journey in this direction. I shall


    find a method to apprehend them all and subsequently enlist them for our cause.”


    Hayden looked at Neil, who was clearly intoxicated, his eyes filled with confusion. “Are you drunk, Neil?


    “Why go after them? These folks are Divine Realm cultivators. Even in this small world, they’re skilled


    enough to handle dozens at once. Trying to arrest them would be a manpower waste, right?”


    Neil tutted before casually waving his hand at Hayden. “These Divine Realm cultivators, as formidable


    as they are, would be tempting fate if they ventured hundreds of kilometers alone to the southern


    reaches of Yannopolis. They wouldn’t even breach the city’s protective formation, let alone stir any


    trouble. It’s imperative that we gather them together and have them follow orders for a coordinated


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