The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 631: 341 "Grasping Human Nature" and "Lotus Immortal Court?" (Seeking Subscriptions)_1

Chapter 631: Chapter 341 “Grasping Human Nature” and “Lotus Immortal Court?” (Seeking Subscriptions)_1

Milton Cheney was not foolish; by now, he had also detected a hint of shock in the words of the deacon disciple.

Although he did not know what an unregistered resident was.

But from the previous words of the deacon disciple, Milton could easily guess that the term probably referred to a reincarnator who was reborn without the approval of the Immortal Court.

This was most likely the case, but whether it was true or not, Milton was not sure at this moment.

Therefore, he did not rashly speak out.

The deacon disciple was clearly no simple character; in such a situation, the less said, the less revealed.

Seeing Milton had no interest in conversing and remained silent, the deacon’s brows furrowed slightly.

His original intention had been to do a favor, to go with the flow.

Because, based on his judgment, Milton was very likely an immortal being from a foreign Immortal Court who had just happened to reincarnate into the controlled breeding grounds of their Black Moon Sect.

After awakening his memories, it was natural that the breeding ground could not confine this reincarnated immortal being anymore.

And now, hasn’t he already leaped out?

So, before coming here, the deacon had not felt the slightest surprise, and even felt somewhat smug, since he had guessed correctly.

But now, he was somewhat hesitant.

After all, aiding a reincarnated being from the Immortal Court carried no risk.

Even better, the immortal being would owe him a not-so-small favor.

But to help an unregistered reincarnator who had acted on their own was definitely fraught with great risk.

Moreover, for an unregistered resident to continue growing was not so simple.

So at this moment, the deacon was quite hesitant.

But he also did not want his trip to be in vain.

After all, such opportunities were not always available; at least during his cultivation until now, he had never truly come into contact with the high and mighty immortal beings of the Immortal Court.

Even if it were the reincarnated body of an immortal being, this was still his first encounter.

Of course, he was not afraid.

And he would not show fear before Milton.

After all, no matter how high Milton’s realm and how strong his power were, they were a matter of the past.

In this life, at least for now, Milton’s realm and strength were inferior to his own, so naturally, he had no fear.

After a moment, the deacon made a decision in his heart.

Opportunities were not always there, and at times, the ability to seize an opportunity was also key for a cultivator to reach higher realms.

So this time, he decided to take a risk.

Adding flowers to brocade could never compare to sending charcoal in snowy weather.

What of being an unregistered resident? Not many knew of it; if he didn’t tell, and Milton didn’t tell, no one else would know.

Even if others were aware of Milton, they would at most consider him lucky to have jumped out of the breeding grounds.

“You must absolutely not reveal your identity as an unregistered resident. Only you and I should know of this; we cannot let a third person find out,” said the deacon.

“Although I don’t know which era you belonged to in your previous life, or how that era viewed unregistered residents, in this era, the regulation of unregistered residents by the Immortal Court is extremely strict. Once exposed, death is almost certain.”

“Now you can tell me which Immortal Court you belonged to in your previous life, right?” asked the deacon after making his decision.

Since he had already decided to take a risk and help the unregistered resident, the tone of the deacon had softened somewhat.

Hearing this, Milton intentionally let a contemplative look cross his face.

Seeing this, the deacon did not interrupt Milton’s contemplation.

But what he did not know was that Milton’s situation was entirely different from what he had imagined.

Milton had noticed the deacon disciple’s hesitation just moments ago.

Together with the disciple’s words at this moment, Milton had a rough idea of the reason behind it all.

The deacon disciple seemed to be placing his bets on him?

He wanted to help him in order to bind him to himself for a larger benefit in the future?

It seemed likely; otherwise, there was no need for the deacon disciple to tell him all this—the disciple could have simply reported him, which would be much more convenient.

If unregistered residents were indeed so special in the Immortal Realm, then by reporting him, the disciple would certainly receive a handsome reward.

It was the difference between a one-off deal and an enduring one.

But investment always carries certain risks.

Even the deacon disciple seemed aware of the great risks involved in investing in Milton, yet it seemed he had still made his decision?

The status of a reincarnated immortal being seemed high in this world; even with the huge troubles and risks that came with being an unregistered resident, it could still elicit different thoughts in people.

Having understood this, Milton still maintained his contemplative expression.

Because Milton knew all too well that he could not be too proactive right now.

He even had to keep refusing constantly.

Otherwise, he was very likely to expose the abnormalities of his identity.

After all, he was not truly a reincarnated body of an immortal being in this world.

He had just reincarnated into this world through a Reincarnation Simulation, and although he could be called a Reincarnator, he had no connection whatsoever with the reincarnated body of an immortal being.

What if he agreed to the deacon disciple’s sponsorship and the disciple then demanded repayment?

The techniques of the Path of Cultivation and Cultivation Methods he held in his memory might be precious in the Ninth Universe.

But in this world, in front of this disciple who was clearly much stronger, it was evident that those memories of his would hardly be impressive.