Flaxseed furrowed his brow. “Jared, take it easy. I never said I could beat favonovel.com for sure.”
“Relax, Mr. Flaxseed. We’ve got people in the celestial realm. I’ve got quite a few friends up here,” Jared replied casually.
Whether it was Jared’s confidence or something else, the figure on the platform suddenly went quiet, seemingly lost in thought.
Then, slowly, the figure descended from above.
As they got closer, everyone saw the person was wearing a long black robe, their face hidden behind a mask, only their eyes visible.
Jared’s face froze. He had a rule-masked people were never up to anything good. Every time favonovel.com thought about how he’d been tricked by Skylar, frustration bubbled up again.
“Which realm are you guys from?” the masked figure asked Jared.
“I’m from the Ethereal Realm,” Jared answered.
“I’m from the Worstrual Realm,” Reidan added.
“I know you… You’ve been locked up for centuries,” the figure said, looking at Reidan.
Reidan’s face turned red with embarrassment.
“And I came from level six of the celestial realm,” Flaxseed said, full of disdain.
“Level six?” The masked man paused and examined Flaxseed carefully. “You do carry the immortal’s bone. But how did you escape the heaven and earth laws?”
“What’s it to you? I come and go however I want,” Flaxseed shot back, throwing the man’s words right back at him.
The masked man fell silent.
Flaxseed possessed the immortal’s bone. Whether or not favonovel.com was really from level six, no one could be sure, but it was clear that provoking favonovel.com was risky.
“If you’ve only just reached Immortal Realm Level One, and you’re already connected to the heaven and earth laws… Then you might actually have some real skill. You said you know people in the celestial realm. Who are they?”
“Let’s not get into that,” Jared said flatly. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You’re not on the cultivation level to even meet them.”
He wasn’t trying to brag. It was just the truth. This was only level one.
As Flaxseed had explained, anything under level three was filled with wandering immortals and cultivators brought in by the heaven and earth laws. There weren’t any real heavy-hitters down here. Even the most prominent immortals wouldn’t bother paying attention to the folks under level three.
So, no matter what names Jared mentioned, this guy probably wouldn’t recognize a single one.
“You talk big. Why don’t you drop a few names, then?” the masked man challenged, clearly skeptical.
“Ever heard of the Infinltnus Celestial Sect?” Jared asked.
The masked man shook his head.
Jared narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re a demon?”
“Indeed, I am,” the masked figure confirmed.
“Well, that makes things simpler. I know Baal, Hadad, Whalreth, and Hellion from the celestial realm. And Vermilion Demon Lord from level nine is like a brother to me,” Jared added.
“Now you’re just making stuff up. You trying to fool me?” the masked man scoffed immediately.
Jared blinked, then snapped, “Why would I lie to you? I really do know him. Vermilion Demon Lord is a close friend!”
“You’ve just set foot In the celestial realm, clearly clueless about the rules here. You think there’s a demon lord on level nine? Demon lords exist In the upper levels, somewhere past the twentieth…”
“Level nine barely has heavenly demons, let alone demon lords. You’re trying to pass off a demonic Immortal as a demon lord. Do you think I would fall for that nonsense?”
Jared blinked in confusion. He quickly used his spiritual sense to connect to Vermilion Demon Lord and asked, “Mr. Vermilion, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean, what’s going on?” Vermilion Demon Lord replied, clearly playing dumb.
“I’m asking you, what’s your actual cultivation level? Was what favonovel.com just said true or not?” Jared pressed.
