Chapter 2591 Peasants


    Jared stood across Francois and Sigurd, whose aura erupted.


    They tightened their grip on their weapons, realizing that Jared''s aura had changed again.


    In a few short days, his power had increased rapidly. From being a wretched nobody, he had now


    ascended to the same level as them.


    “So you''re a Manifestor too hiding in the midst of these lowly peasants,” Francois said, sizing up Jared.


    “These lowly peasants you speak of possess the same flesh and blood as yours. Today, I''ll make you


    realize that you''re the lowly peasant you say they are,” Jared said with a cold expression.


    Upon sensing Jared''s chilling murderous intent, Francois did not dare speak.


    Sigurd stepped forward with a frown right then. “So, you''re Jared? I am the principal disciple of


    Emerald Cauldron Sect, Sigurd Brink. I think there has been a misunderstanding. Why don''t youe


    with us to Emerald Cauldron Sect? I''m sure my master would ept you as his disciple given your


    level of cultivation. Being a disciple of Emerald Cauldron Sect is an honor like none other. Much better


    than fraternizing with these peasants.”


    Having sensed Jared''s aura and power, Sigurd had the idea of recruiting him.


    It was almost impossible to break through to Eighth Level Manifestor in such an impoverished vige in


    the mountains.


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    Sigurd was wary of Jared''s background and power.


    “A disciple of Emerald Cauldron Sect?” Jared smirked. “Even if your master is here, he is only worthy of


    kneeling before me. Try asking him if he dares to ept me as his disciple.”


    “How dare you speak of my master with such insolence! Even the kings around here are respectful to


    my master. You are courting death by insulting him, you little shit!” Francois roared.


    They did not know that their master, Hosen, had indeed knelt before Jared.


    “I''m giving you a chance, kid, yet you don''t even know how to take it. Don''t think we''re afraid of you just


    because you''re a Manifestor,” Sigurd said icily.


    Jared might be a Manifestor, but Sigurd and Francois were no pushovers, either. As they were also


    Manifestors themselves, it would be an easy fight since they outnumbered him by two to one.


    What they did not know, however, was that Jared had the Power of Three within him. Although he had


    not made much progress in his cultivation level, his strength had seen a substantial increase.


    Despite having only broken through to Eighth Level Manifestor, he was not afraid if he had to face a


    cultivator of Third Level Body Fusion Realm and below.


    Even if he came across a cultivator of Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm, he was confident he would be


    able to defend himself.


    His current strength was unmatched by Francois and Sigurd.


    “What I need is not for you to be afraid of me. What I need is for you to die. I''m going to avenge the


    vigers of Rock Vige.”


    An intense, murderous aura,ced with the smell of blood, erupted from him and enveloped Francois


    and Sigurd.


    Rock Vige would not have lost so many of its vigers if not for these two!


    Jared was determined to avenge them.


    “Is it worth making an enemy out of Emerald Cauldron Sect for the sake of a bunch of peasants,


    Jared?” Sigurd asked.


    “Are you calling them peasants because they are not as powerful as you?” Jared''s eyes were cold.


    “This is how it is in the Ethereal Realm, where strength reigns supreme. One who isn''t strong is merely


    an insect to be exterminated at will. These are the rules of the Ethereal Realm. They should strengthen


    themselves if they don''t want to be peasants. Nobody''s forcing them to be who they are. They just


    aren''t powerful enough,” Sigurd argued, feeling that his point was valid.