Chapter 2283 My Bad...
Finishing his conversation with Roan, Rean returned his attention to his parents. "Roan is on his way to check the crystal. He will tell me if he finds something."
Hamarlia didn't waste time and asked for something else straight away. "Rean, bring me to the Realm of Gods, too. I want to see your sister."
"This..." Rean would be lying if he said he didn't expect that request. Yet, he didn't know if it was a good idea. After all, the Mortal Realm would be a lot safer than if he brought anyone to the Realm of Gods. "Perhaps it would be better if you stayed and cultivated normally. Don't worry. I will leave enough resources and cultivation manuals. As long as you cultivate diligently, reaching the Transition Realm shouldn't be a problem." He then dispersed the Universe's Laws once again after mentioning that realm.
However, Hamarlia immediately shook her head. "This is an order! You will bring me back with you to meet your sister. Do you understand me?"
"But..." Rean still wanted to retort.
*Grab!*
However, Hamarlia got close to him and pulled his robe while showing an expression so cold that it made Roan's cold face look the happiest in the world. "DO, YOU, UNDERSTAND, ME?!"
Rean glanced at Turen, asking for help with his eyes, just to see Turen shaking his head vigorously. Turen would rather fight the man who destroyed Sunkan Planet than try to stop Hamarlia.
Rean bitterly smiled as he felt a chill running through his back. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."
Hamarlia's expression returned to normal as she smiled back at Rean. "Good boy."
Rean could only sigh while telling Roan the news. 'Seems like I will have to bring Mom with us to the Realm of Gods...'
Roan didn't like it at all. 'Are you an idiot? You know it is a terrible idea, don't you?'
Rean then shared his memory of how Hamarlia asked him in the end. 'So, wanna come here and refuse her request?'
Roan pretended he didn't see anything. 'On the other hand, Divine Energy might be very good for her development. Yes, that's definitely a good idea.'
'Liar! You are just afraid, too!' Rean felt like crying already.
'So what?! I would rather take the entire Vruve Organization at once than have to refuse her request,' Roan answered without a hint of shame.
'Forget it...' Rean gave up and continued to talk to the people in the house. "Ahem... since mom is coming, what about you, father?"
Turen shrugged his shoulder. "What else? I'm obviously going, too. I can't possibly leave your mother alone."
Juri suddenly raised his hand. "Do you mind bringing me too? I mean, I'm also a cultivator, you know? If it is possible, I would love to have the chance to cultivate in a higher realm after everything you told us about it."
Rean pondered a bit. "Well, since I'm already bringing my parents, I guess one extra person won't make any difference. However, are you sure you want to come? Like I told Mom, I could simply leave you with enough resources to not have to worry about cultivation anymore. I can literally put a few words in the Sasamil Empire, and they will protect the Varen Tribe for the next ten thousand years. Roan's master just so happens to be the Sasamil Empire Ancestor."
Turen understood what Rean wanted to say. "You are talking about being the head of a chicken instead of the tail of a phoenix, right?"
Rean nodded. "Yes. With the resources and cultivation techniques I have here, the Varen Tribe might become one of the strongest powers on the Sunkan Planet if given the necessary time to develop. However, if you go to the Realm of Gods, you can indeed reach the Transition Realm more easily. But at the same time, the Realm of Gods has no lack of cultivators and demon beasts at this level. And let's not even talk about whether you can find your own path to enter the Soul Transformation Realm. I reckon such a thing would be easier here."
Juri went silent after hearing that. He had to admit Rean's offer was very interesting. However, that also meant he might never reach the Realm of Gods in the future. "Now that I think about it, the concept of 'Realm of Gods' was something I would never even hear about if not for you..."
Hamarlia couldn't help but ask. "What if you bring the entire Varen Tribe, then? Juri would still be able to take care of everything in our Tribe."
Turen patted Hamarlia's shoulder. "It is one thing to have resources for one person to cultivate to such a high realm, but you don't think he would have enough for so many, right?"
Rean nodded. "Father is right. I would need to spend several months to gather enough Divine Stones for everyone."
"Several... months...?" They thought they were hearing things. Rean can get enough resources for everyone in the Tribe to cultivate in just... months?
"Ahem..." Juri immediately made his decision. "There is no need for you to worry about resources. First of all, I've been the Tribe Leader for several decades. I know very well what is good and what is not on the path to improvement. Even if you offered, I would not accept the cultivation resources. At least not for free but through some system of compensation. All I will ask you are the cultivation manuals. The rest will be left on our hands." In the end, the idea of living in a higher realm was more enticing to Juri than anything else.
"Roan and I will truly not help you with your cultivation. Are you sure?" Rean warned Juri.
Juri nodded. "I'm sure. I'm going out to talk to the entire Tribe. There are a few members away, so it will take a few days to gather everyone. I hope you can at least wait this bit."
"Come with me," said Rean while exiting the house.
Juri, Hamarlia, and Turen quickly followed.
Rean spread his Divine Sense and quickly found every single member of the Tribe. The next moment, spatial power gathered around all those members, pulling them from their locations. Finally, they all appeared in front of Hamarlia and Turen's house, looking confused, lost, terrified, you name it. "Done. All members of the Varen Tribe that were outside are now here."
Juri still couldn't get used to Rean's new power. "You have become quite ridiculous, you know?"
Rean scratched the back of his head. "My bad..."