Chapter 720 None Shall Escape


    A man sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, seemingly unbothered by the innumerable


    poisonous creatures biting and gnawing at him.


    Instead of killing him, the toxic energy released into the room was being absorbed into his body at a


    rate visible to the naked eye. The creatures found their fangs and ws shattering against his skin.


    Jared’s body was, at that moment, impervious to anything. Despite the myriad of poisonous creatures


    unleashed onto him, none was sessful in piercing his skin.


    His eyes were lightly shut as his entire being was held at attention on the Focus Technique. Initially


    lethal and relentless, the poisonous creatures were soon scurrying away from him to hide in the


    shadowy corners of the room now that they had been rendered harmless and disarmed. Some that


    were desperate for survival crawled their way up to the sealed windows only to fall back down with a


    disappointing thud.


    “None shall escape!” Jared proimed as his eyes gleamed greedily. The bugs are valuable training


    resources. It’ll be a waste to let them go!


    Smashing them open one at a time, Jared inhaled the venomous essence that was released with relish


    before transmuting it into spiritual energy and storing it carefully away in his elixir field. Soon, the pile of


    dehydrated remains of the creatures grew to a small mountain.


    By nightfall, the poisonous creatures that were locked up with Jared had greatly dwindled in number.


    Given the faith an average member of Mapleton had in the potency of their monarch’s critters which


    they held in such high regard, they would have been undoubtedly shocked and insulted to see how


    Jared had unceremoniously crushed such arge number of them.


    At that very moment, Lyanna was pacing anxiously in her own bedroom. As worried for Jared as she


    was, the men standing guard outside her door made checking up on Jared impossible.


    Just when Lyanna was about to lose her nerve and consider an escape, Weston opened the door a


    crack and poked his head through. “Ms. Lyanna, Poison King requests your presence.”


    “Godfather wants me there?” Lyanna asked, her brow creasing warily.


    “Yes. Right away, he specified.”


    Without waiting for an answer, Weston withdrew his head, threw open the door, and strode ahead.


    Lyanna jogged to keep up with him as they headed in the direction of Poison King’s chambers.


    Upon reaching thending of the second floor, Weston pointed at a set of doors at the far end of the


    corridor and instructed, “You’re expected to go in alone. He’s waiting for you.”


    Without another nce, Weston descended the stairs and left Lyanna rooted to the spot. He has never


    allowed me into his chambers until now. Why today? Could he have found out about what I did


    yesterday?


    With a growing sense of trepidation, Lyanna walked up to the door and knocked.


    “Is that you, Lyanna? Come in.” Poison King’s voice came from within.


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    The door swung inward at her slightest touch. It was several moments before she realized that he was


    having his dinner at a tableden with several dishes and a bottle of wine.


    Lyanna entered the room and closed the door behind her softly.


    “You wanted to see me, Godfather?” she asked, approaching him timidly when he beckoned.


    “Have a seat. Join me for dinner.” He indicated a stool next to him.


    Lyanna said nothing as she sat down. He poured her a ss of wine.


    “Have a ss with me,” he said, as he slid the ss toward her.


    Unable to find the words to reject him politely, Lyanna took the cup and drained it out of sheer


    awkwardness.


    Poison King’s smile widened as thest drop disappeared down her throat. “You’re the one who took


    the photographs on the table, didn’t you?” he asked casually.


    Lyanna shuddered before resigning herself to the fact that he must have already known from his


    strange tone. Unable to keep the lie going any further, she decided toe clean.


    With a resigned nod, she ced the photographs on the table. “Who is the woman in the photograph,


    Godfather? Why does she look so much like me?”


    “Of course she does,” Poison King replied, “she’s your mother, after all.”