The Legendary Man
Chapter 1285

Chapter 1285 The Plan Of Neil

Hayden's piercing gaze seemed as if it could bore straight through Jonathan as he observed the latter 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-in-command after Jonathan, his approach to leadership was markedly different from Jonathan's.

Hayden could never forget the command 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 accepted 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 contemplating 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 acquired later 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.

Nonetheless, 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 accept Neil's behavior.

Stellario 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?" Stellario 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 outlanders 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?"

Stellario let out a haughty laugh 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 Stellario. "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 foreign comrades, there exists a significant number of Divine Realm experts, and you've undeniably stirred a commotion within all sixty southern villages. According to reports from these settlements, people have already commenced 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 assault."

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