Kishor was, of course, aware that Jared wasn’t merely out to do a good deed. As the saying goes, “There’s no such thing as a free lunch,” and since Jared was going to save him, knew would have to offer something in return.
At that point, was a prisoner, devoid of any resources or treasures. The only thing could do was to comply with Jared and serve wholeheartedly.
“Since you’ve shown such sincerity, it wouldn’t be right for me to refuse. But can you tell me how I can break your prisoner imprint and why were you imprisoned here in the first place?” Jared asked.
“Can I not say it? It’s embarrassing…” Kishor’s face turned red.
“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, how am I supposed to help you?” Jared said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“All right, then.” Kishor took a deep breath, “When I was in the celestial realm, I encountered an exceptionally beautiful immortal, and so…”
“So what happened next? Did you do it?” Jared pressed for answers.
“No, no. I wouldn’t dare. That beautiful immortal is the daughter of a golden immortal. I wouldn’t have the courage. I merely sneaked a peek while was bathing…”
After finished speaking, Kishor’s face turned even redder.
“So, for this reason, you were imprisoned here?” Jared exclaimed.
Kishor nodded, his face flush with embarrassment.
“It’s not worth it, definitely not worth it…” Jared shook his head in disapproval.
“Ah, in the celestial realm, folks like us, who’ve climbed up step by step as wandering immortals, have the least status. Even finding a dual cultivation partner is tough. I couldn’t help myself, and that’s why I did something so absurd. You’re not going to laugh at me, are you?” Kishor turned to Jared and asked.
“No, how could I? I’m a person of high standards. I would never mock others. Unless I can’t help it… Hahaha!” Jared couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.
“F*ck!” The man’s face reddened as watched Jared laugh heartily. “Are you laughing at me? Don’t tell me you have a dual cultivation partner?”
“Of course, I’ve had my fair share of dual cultivation partners, over twenty, in fact. I’ve lost count! Hahaha!” Jared was still laughing.
The idea of being confined in such a place just for sneaking a peek at a woman bathing was indeed laughable.
“What a brag…” Kishor glanced at Jared.
Jared didn’t utter a word. He simply swung the Dragonslayer Sword lightly, and instantly, Zelda’s spirit appeared before them.
“Sword spirit!” Kishor exclaimed in astonishment.
“Master…” Zelda snuggled into Jared’s embrace.
“Sir, would you like me to display some affection right here?” Jared asked.
“No, thanks. You’re so young, yet you possess such a spiritual sword. And despite being a mere Ultimate Realm Level Three, you hold power surpassing an entire major cultivation level. There’s definitely someone backing you up. You’re nothing but a privileged rich kid. I won’t compete with you.” Kishor turned his head away, no longer looking at Jared.
After thousands of years of relentless striving, he’d finally managed to ascend to the celestial realm. Yet, it was nothing compared to the effortless achievement of these privileged children who had easily reached such heights.
The comparison between people could be lethal. Some people had strived their whole lives to reach the celestial realm, while others were born there. This was fate, decided from the very moment of birth.
Jared gave Zelda a pat, urging herto return to the Dragonslayer Sword. Then, turned to Kishor and asked, “Sir, how can I help you break your prisoner imprint? Also, has your strength been significantly suppressed?”
Kishor nodded. “I’m only at a third of my full strength now. Otherwise, none of you would have been able to pass the first challenge from me. As for breaking the prisoner imprint, that’s going to depend on your skills!”
After Kishor finished speaking, fiercely slammed his axe into the ground.
Suddenly, the ground was bathed in a surge of crimson light. Following this, a blood-red charm Imprint slowly materialized, covering the entire wasteland. Every marking of the charm imprint was filled with a liquid of the same blood-red hue.
“This is the prisoner imprint, and the red fluid inside is my blood. Now, we need to remove this prisoner imprint from my body,” Kishor said.
“That’s simple,” declared.
“I could break this charm imprint with a mere wave of my hand.” Jared gave a subtle smile.
“Are you just bragging?” Kishor asked.
