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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