A Warrior Undefeatable



Montane Daemon immediately knew what Jared was astonished by and smiled faintly. "Mr. Chance, I frequently change my aura and control my cultivation when I'm out and about. If I don't do this, I'll expose my identity. My aura is ever-changing, but they're always weaker than my original one. Only my true aura is much more powerful. Since I'm on Demonia Mountain right now, I have no need to conceal my aura. What you're seeing right now is my true strength."Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His explanation enlightened Jared. I thought he raised his cultivation by several levels in such a short time.

"Are you here in Creston Sect to discuss something too, Mr. Daemon?" asked Dalton.

"I am. Since the prominent demons from Demonia Mountain are gathered here, I came, too." Montane Daemon smiled.

"Head inside, then, Mr. Daemon. My master has already gone in."

"Why didn't you guys enter?"

"Creston Sect has a new rule. Because Mr. Chance and his companions aren't demons, we can't bring them in. My master asked us to show Mr. Chance and his companions around. Since we're on Demonia Mountain, we have to do our part as hosts."

Upon hearing that, Montane Daemon frowned. "That Solavar b*stard's getting cocky, huh? Well, I'm going to see what's going on. I don't care what rule I'm breaking. I'm taking Mr. Chance inside."

At that moment, he appeared to be eager to fight the head of Creston Sect.

Hurriedly, Jared said, "I'm fine with strolling around the place, Mr. Daemon. I only hope I can enter the Celestial Battlefield when it opens."

"Worry not, Mr. Chance. Even if other people can't enter the Celestial Battlefield, you definitely will. I'll see to it. If Solavar dares to make a fuss about it, I'll ensure Creston Sect know no peace." Montane Daemon patted his chest confidently.

"Thank you, Mr. Daemon." Jared smiled.

Upon bidding Montane Daemon goodbye, Jared and the others walked around Creston Sect.

Soon, Jared discovered a lively spot with many people.

"That is the Pavilion of Treasures of Creston Sect. Many of Mr. Solavar's magical items are kept inside. All of them can be sold or exchanged. If you'r interested, I can bring you

there," said Dalton.

"Sure!" Jared nodded.

He was interested in the Demonic Cultivators' magical items.

Upon entering the Pavilion of Treasures, they were taken aback by its vastness. Jared speculated that a spatial magecraft was at play, given the stark contrast between the modest exterior and the expansive interior.

The room was filled with various weapons, mystical herbs, and all sorts of goodies.

"There are so many magical items here!" Cloud exclaimed as he gazed upon the objects around him.

Jared scanned the place and spoke with a hint of disappointment. "Let's go. There isn't anything great here."

"How can you say that when this room is littered with magical items, Mr. Chance?" Dalton was confused while Jared exited the place with a wordless

grin.

Jared had assumed the head of

Creston Sect had actually put his own magical items on sale. Unfortunately, the instant he stepped into the Pavilion of

Treasures, he realized most of those

magical items were fakes. Some of them were real, but they were all imperfect in some way.

Based on that, he deduced the major demonic sects from Demonia Mountain weren't great at appraising magical items, which allowed Creston Sect to engage in this kind of deceitful business.

Despite knowing the truth, he didn't say anything because he had no grudge against Creston Sect and found no need to ruin their business. He would simply not buy anything.