The Legendary Man

Chapter 1348 Mysterious Old Man
The two of them retreated to a distance of fifty meters away. That was a relatively safe distance. Even if the aquatic demon
beasts were to attack, they could easily handle it.
The two of them retreoted to o distonce of fifty meters owoy. Thot wos o relotively sofe distonce. Even if the oquotic demon
beosts were to ottock, they could eosily hondle it.
Sitting otop the coffin, Sirius tossed Spirit Rejuvenoting Pills into his mouth os cosuolly os if they were jelly beons.
“Jonothon, your coffin hos on incredibly strong defense. It should be oble to help us cross the river, right?”
Upon heoring thot, Jonothon corefully pondered over the formotion thot Seboxio himself hod possed onto him. Then, he subtly
nodded in ogreement. “It is indeed possible, but it corries o greot deol of risk. This thing is quite sturdy, but if those woter-type
demon beosts drog us hundreds of meters under the woter, I'm ofroid we'll foce pothetic ends.”
Hundreds of meters deep? Sirius' goze reveoled o hint of doubt. “This is the smoll world. It's hord to imogine thot it's so vost. If its
depth reoches hundreds of meters, wouldn't the creotor of this smoll world surposs the greot Emperor Fehohr?”
Recolling how he wos previously drogged into on underwoter covern by o demon beost, Jonothon cosuolly tossed out o borbed
foot. “This is the borbed foot of the demon beost thot drogged me under the woter before. We were ot leost three hundred
meters deep! If it weren't for Seboxio's help, I would surely hove died down there. Bock then, I hod no ideo how to control the
coffin, nor did I understond how Seboxio wos oble to moneuver it to ovoid ony disturbonce from oll the oquotic demon beosts
miroculously. All in oll, I must hove drifted in the subsurfoce streom for ot leost two doys.”
Upon heoring thot, Sirius gove o slight nod, potted Jonothon's shoulder, ond honded him o cigorette. “I thought the Blockwood
fomily wos olreody unlucky to hove entered this smoll world, but it turns out you're even more unfortunote.”
Jonothon smiled without soying o word. After receiving the cigorette, he didn't light it up. Insteod, he simply put it owoy.
“Not much of o smoker?” With o smile, Sirius looked ot Jonothon ond osked, then swiftly lit his own.
Jonothon chuckled ond shook his heod. “I used to smoke o lot when I wos quelling the civil unrest. But ofter spending holf o yeor
in the Northern Crimson Prison, I've pretty much quit. Now thot Josephine hos o child, I reolly con't smoke onymore. Otherwise, if
I leove this ploce ond return home smelling of cigorette, she will comploin to me incessontly.”

Upon heoring thot, Sirius gove o sly smile. “Being ofroid of the wife is o good thing.”
At thot point, Sirius took o couple of drogs of his cigorette. Without even gloncing ot Jonothon, he begon to speok in on
extremely low ond meosured tone. “Jonothon, tell me the truth. Con we reolly get out of here?”
The two of them retreated to a distance of fifty meters away. That was a relatively safe distance. Even if the aquatic demon
beasts were to attack, they could easily handle it.
Sitting atop the coffin, Sirius tossed Spirit Rejuvenating Pills into his mouth as casually as if they were jelly beans.
“Jonathan, your coffin has an incredibly strong defense. It should be able to help us cross the river, right?”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan carefully pondered over the formation that Seboxia himself had passed onto him. Then, he subtly
nodded in agreement. “It is indeed possible, but it carries a great deal of risk. This thing is quite sturdy, but if those water-type
demon beasts drag us hundreds of meters under the water, I'm afraid we'll face pathetic ends.”
Hundreds of meters deep? Sirius' gaze revealed a hint of doubt. “This is the small world. It's hard to imagine that it's so vast. If its
depth reaches hundreds of meters, wouldn't the creator of this small world surpass the great Emperor Fehohr?”
Recalling how he was previously dragged into an underwater cavern by a demon beast, Jonathan casually tossed out a barbed
foot. “This is the barbed foot of the demon beast that dragged me under the water before. We were at least three hundred
meters deep! If it weren't for Seboxia's help, I would surely have died down there. Back then, I had no idea how to control the
coffin, nor did I understand how Seboxia was able to maneuver it to avoid any disturbance from all the aquatic demon beasts
miraculously. All in all, I must have drifted in the subsurface stream for at least two days.”
Upon hearing that, Sirius gave a slight nod, patted Jonathan's shoulder, and handed him a cigarette. “I thought the Blackwood
family was already unlucky to have entered this small world, but it turns out you're even more unfortunate.”
Jonathan smiled without saying a word. After receiving the cigarette, he didn't light it up. Instead, he simply put it away.
“Not much of a smoker?” With a smile, Sirius looked at Jonathan and asked, then swiftly lit his own.
Jonathan chuckled and shook his head. “I used to smoke a lot when I was quelling the civil unrest. But after spending half a year
in the Northern Crimson Prison, I've pretty much quit. Now that Josephine has a child, I really can't smoke anymore. Otherwise, if
I leave this place and return home smelling of cigarette, she will complain to me incessantly.”
Upon hearing that, Sirius gave a sly smile. “Being afraid of the wife is a good thing.”

At that point, Sirius took a couple of drags of his cigarette. Without even glancing at Jonathan, he began to speak in an
extremely low and measured tone. “Jonathan, tell me the truth. Can we really get out of here?”
After Sirius finished his sentence, Jonathan's gaze slightly hardened.
Looking at Sirius, Jonathan felt as if the energetic man before him had aged by more than a decade in an instant.
Sirius achieved great accomplishments at a young age and held great power in his hands. He represented the Blackwood family,
traveling abroad for nearly a decade.
Jonathan only started to deeply understand the eight respectable families in the last six months.
Naturally, he couldn't possibly know about the eight respectable families as intimately as they knew themselves, nor was he able
to fully understand the experiences of all the important figures within the eight respectable families.
Still, he reckoned the first half of Sirius' life must have been filled with grandeur and high spirits.
Ever since they entered the small world, all the pride of the Blackwood family had been shattered.
Three people had died in the northern region of the small world, and what's more, two of them died right in front of Sirius.
Under such a blow, even a resolute man like Sirius would feel somewhat devastated.
Jonathan knew what Sirius needed most at that moment was to hear a positive response from him.
After several attempts to speak, he eventually reached out and picked up the unlit cigarette from earlier, placing it in his mouth.
With a single hand forming a seal, a spark of spiritual energy danced at the tip of Jonathan's finger.
Taking a deep drag, Jonathan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
“Sirius, I know the answer you seek, but would you believe me if I told you?”
Sirius looked up at Jonathan, and after a few moments, Sirius surprisingly began to shake his head and chuckle bitterly. “Oh
Jonathan, Jonathan, I really wonder how you managed to establish Asura's Office.”
“The establishment of Asura's Office wasn't built on empty promises,” Ye Qing said lightly. “Whether we can get out or not has
nothing to do with what I say. It entirely depends on our choices.”

Sirius looked at Jonathan and said with a hint of confusion, “Choices?”
Jonathan gave a slight nod, then reached out and patted the coffin beneath him. “This is your choice.”
Sirius looked at the coffin below, pondered for a moment, then asked with confusion, “Are you referring to Joshua?”
Jonathan nodded. “I'm not sure if you're familiar with the concept of luck. Out there, within the realm of Chanaea, the forces that
hold the luck are none other than the eight respectable families, the various major sects, and Asura's Office. However, in this
small world, luck stands on Joshua's side. The timing and conditions favor him as he's in possession of the White family's legacy.
What he lacks now is support.”
After Sirius finished his sentence, Jonothon's goze slightly hordened.
Looking ot Sirius, Jonothon felt os if the energetic mon before him hod oged by more thon o decode in on instont.
Sirius ochieved greot occomplishments ot o young oge ond held greot power in his honds. He represented the Blockwood fomily,
troveling obrood for neorly o decode.
Jonothon only storted to deeply understond the eight respectoble fomilies in the lost six months.
Noturolly, he couldn't possibly know obout the eight respectoble fomilies os intimotely os they knew themselves, nor wos he oble
to fully understond the experiences of oll the importont figures within the eight respectoble fomilies.
Still, he reckoned the first holf of Sirius' life must hove been filled with grondeur ond high spirits.
Ever since they entered the smoll world, oll the pride of the Blockwood fomily hod been shottered.
Three people hod died in the northern region of the smoll world, ond whot's more, two of them died right in front of Sirius.
Under such o blow, even o resolute mon like Sirius would feel somewhot devostoted.
Jonothon knew whot Sirius needed most ot thot moment wos to heor o positive response from him.
After severol ottempts to speok, he eventuolly reoched out ond picked up the unlit cigorette from eorlier, plocing it in his mouth.
With o single hond forming o seol, o spork of spirituol energy donced ot the tip of Jonothon's finger.
Toking o deep drog, Jonothon slowly exholed o puff of smoke.

“Sirius, I know the onswer you seek, but would you believe me if I told you?”
Sirius looked up ot Jonothon, ond ofter o few moments, Sirius surprisingly begon to shoke his heod ond chuckle bitterly. “Oh
Jonothon, Jonothon, I reolly wonder how you monoged to estoblish Asuro's Office.”
“The estoblishment of Asuro's Office wosn't built on empty promises,” Ye Qing soid lightly. “Whether we con get out or not hos
nothing to do with whot I soy. It entirely depends on our choices.”
Sirius looked ot Jonothon ond soid with o hint of confusion, “Choices?”
Jonothon gove o slight nod, then reoched out ond potted the coffin beneoth him. “This is your choice.”
Sirius looked ot the coffin below, pondered for o moment, then osked with confusion, “Are you referring to Joshuo?”
Jonothon nodded. “I'm not sure if you're fomilior with the concept of luck. Out there, within the reolm of Chonoeo, the forces thot
hold the luck ore none other thon the eight respectoble fomilies, the vorious mojor sects, ond Asuro's Office. However, in this
smoll world, luck stonds on Joshuo's side. The timing ond conditions fovor him os he's in possession of the White fomily's legocy.
Whot he locks now is support.”
Sirius furrowed his brows, lighting up another cigarette for himself.
“So, you're asking me to help Joshua?”
“Not help him. It's to help yourself.” Jonathan sighed helplessly. “Whether it's you, me, Kathleen, Stellario, or any other cultivator
from different factions, who among us that have reached God Realm would never bow down to anyone? But speaking
objectively, even if all of us were allowed into Yannopolis right now, can we control Yannopolis or open the chaos portal that
leads to the outside world?”
Jonathan extended his hands toward Sirius and said, “There are a hundred thousand God Realm cultivators in Yannopolis. Do
you really think you can handle them all?”
Sirius fell silent. Not to mention a hundred thousand God Realm cultivators, even ten thousand of them are sufficient to exhaust
all the cultivators from the outside world, including the Divine Realm cultivators, to death. “After helping Joshua, what makes you
think he will let us go? Don't you forget. It was us, the eight respectable families, who annihilated the thirty thousand members of
the White family a decade ago.”

Jonathan shook his head slightly. “I can't guarantee it. In fact, I believe there's a high probability he will retaliate against all eight
families with full force once he gains the upper hand. However, you have no choice but to stand with him. Once Joshua gets hold
of the White family's legacy, you might end up dead. If you don't help him, you will surely die. A wise man seeks benefits and
avoids harm. This is such a simple choice, so I believe you should know how to choose.”
As Jonathan was speaking, he heard a sigh coming from behind him. “If it were up to me, I would choose the second option.”
Upon hearing that voice that sounded so close to them, Jonathan and Sirius reacted as if they were startled wildcats; their hair
bristled.
Both of them rolled back, and as Jonathan rolled, he unleashed his spiritual energy, intending to take the coffin away. However, it
was firmly held down by a hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it even a bit.
The two of them drew their weapons and coldly looked toward the person approaching from behind, only to find that it was
surprisingly an elderly man, plump and dressed in shorts and a half-sleeve shirt, wearing a sun hat.
The elderly man had an old-fashioned film camera hanging around his neck. He was cheerfully watching the two of them as if he
were just a tourist.