Feenix and Cloud also shared concerns about Jared, aware that dealing with those Demonic Cultivators was no easy task. Amidst the worry, Jared, accompanied by Misho and the others, had already discovered them.
“Mr. Chance, are you all right?” Cloud rushed to greet Jared upon seeing him.
“Grandpa!” Izolda, spotting Misho unharmed, exclaimed happily.
“We’re fine. The Demonic Cultivators have been driven away,” Misho conveyed with a slight smile.
Upon seeing Jared arrive, Tamazi approached and said, “Supreme Alchemist, while Mr. Chevalier’s injuries aren’t severe, traversing the Mount Crimson range on foot would be challenging. He needs a couple of days of rest. Perhaps you could take a look?”
Acknowledging his own limitations compared to Jared, Tamazi spoke humbly.
Jared glanced at Hamish and responded, “His meridians are injured and indeed require rest. However, we need to find a safe place first.”
“With demon beasts and now, Demonic Cultivators, roaming the Mount Crimson range, where can we find a safe haven?” Tamazi asked helplessly.
Many of them were exploring the Mount Crimson range for the first time and were unaware of any safe locations.
“I know of a place that should be safer. Even if demon beasts are present, they tend to avoid that area. There’s a cave I’ve entered before. It contained nothing, but strangely, no demon beasts would venture within ten miles of it,” Hamish disclosed.
Having traversed the Mount Crimson range multiple times, it wasn’t surprising that he knew of places others did not.
“No demon beasts dare to step foot in it? If that’s the case, there might be something inside that frightens them,” Jared mused, puzzled.
“I had the same thought when I discovered it,” Hamish admitted. “But after a thorough inspection, I found nothing. I even suspected there might be a treasure hidden there, but I never found anything.”
“Let’s rest in that cave for a day and continue once Mr. Chevalier has recovered,” Jared proposed.
The group unanimously endorsed the plan, acknowledging that Hamish’s guidance was indispensable for navigating the challenging Mount Crimson range. The recent battle had drained their energy, necessitating a rest to replenish their spiritual reserves.
Supporting Hamish, the group proceeded toward the mentioned cave. Meanwhile, Hyrum had regrouped with Xanthus and others. What appeared to be a certain victory had transformed into a pursuit.
“D*mn it, who would have thought this kid had such a skilled fighter with him? We almost lost!” Xanthus cursed, seething with anger.
“What’s our next step, Elder Fabrizio? These human cultivators are united, and targeting Jared in the Mount Crimson range will be a formidable challenge,” Hyrum inquired.
Jared’s actions had almost cost Hyrum his life and resulted in the release of the hard-earned parasitic silkworm, marking a significant loss.
“Once we traverse this Mount Crimson range, we’ll reach Salinsburgh City in the southern region. They’ll undoubtedly rest there. We’ll proceed to Salinsburgh City and contact Demon Seal Alliance. Acting alone, we might lack the strength to eliminate Jared Chance,” Xanthus stated with solemnity.
“If we go to Salinsburgh City, won’t our aura be detected? It’s too dangerous to enter such a densely populated city as Demonic Cultivators, isn’t it?” Hyrum questioned.
Hyrum, if not for the fear of being detected, wouldn’t have stayed in the Mount Crimson range for years, living almost like a wild man.
“Don’t worry, I have pills that can mask our aura. Once ingested, our identities won’t be exposed,” reassured Xanthus, distributing some pills he had taken out.
Hyrum recognized that these pills must have been provided by Demon Seal Alliance. After all, he was the only alchemist in Soulless Hall, and as such, only he could cultivate pills.
