“I got you the token to enter the Celestial Battlefield, Mr. Chance! I’ll fight Artan if he refuses to let you in!” Montane Daemon said while handing Jared a token.
“Thank you, Mr. Daemon. Is it mandatory for everyone to obtain a token for entry?” Jared asked.
Igor nodded. “That’s right. Everyone needs to have a token to get in. While one can exchange spirit coins or resources to obtain a normal token, the one you have is a VIP token. It will allow you to enter the Celestial Battlefield before those with normal tokens. VIP tokens are extremely rare. Only the top six demonic sects have them. Some are given to other sects within Demonia Mountain. The one you currently hold belongs to Mr. Daemon himself.”
Montane Daemon shot Igor a displeased look. “Why did you tell him that, Igor?”
Montane Daemon had told Jared that he got the VIP token from the head of Creston Sect so that Jared wouldn’t feel bad about accepting it.
“I’ve seen a lot in my lifetime, Mr. Chance. Having been to several Celestial Battlefields in the past, I’m not interested in this one, so I figured I’d give you my token,” Montane Daemon explained.
Jared knew that Montane Daemon was only saying that to make him feel better. After all, there wasn’t a single person who wouldn’t want to enter the Celestial Battlefield before everyone else to gain the upper hand.
“Thank you, Mr. Daemon!” Jared exclaimed gratefully. Montane Daemon let out a hearty chuckle. “You’re an elder to me, Mr. Chance. There’s no need to thank me for giving you a token.”
Those around them were all staring at Jared in envy. A VIP token was practically considered a priceless treasure.
“Please make sure to keep the token safe, Mr. Chance. While there are rules in place that forbid private duels, people might still attempt to steal your token. They will only acknowledge the token when granting you entry, so please be careful,” Igor reminded Jared.
“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Lothian. I will be extra careful,” Jared replied while placing the token into his Storage Ring.
That way, it would be impossible for anyone to steal it from him.
Instead of returning to Misho and the others after bidding Montane Daemon and Igor goodbye, Jared continued strolling through the streets with Cloud and Feenix.
Since they probably wouldn’t visit Creston Sect ever again, Jared decided to shop around and see if he could find any magical items.
Jared, Cloud, and Feenix hadn’t gone far when someone called out from behind, “Long time no see, Mr. Chance!”
Jared turned around, only to see Cameron show up with a few members of the Nesser family. He frowned when his gaze fell upon the elderly man standing next to Cameron.
While Jared didn’t know that elderly man, he found the latter’s aura somewhat familiar. However, he couldn’t quite recall who that aura belonged to.
That elderly man, too, reacted when he saw Jared. His expression changed slightly, and his pupils constricted instantly.
The elderly man was quick to regain his composure, nevertheless. Jared retracted his gaze and greeted Cameron with a smile, “Mr. Nesser! What a coincidence! I didn’t expect you to be here too!”
“You’ve certainly gotten a lot stronger, Mr. Chance! I can’t believe you just disregard Fifth Level Tribulator cultivators like they’re nothing. On top of that, you know so many demons and even received a VIP token from them! I’m truly impressed!” Cameron exclaimed.
He had obviously witnessed Jared breaking Dimas’ arm and Montane Daemon giving Jared the VIP token.
