Chapter 1898: The Transfer

Rean immediately answered back. 'I'm over here. Fortunately, I was right. Just cutting off that strand that extended from Jakar's soul with your Dark Element was not enough to kill him. It was, without a doubt, painful, though. Nevertheless, my Light Element is perfect for healing, so I stabilized that injury. He just needs time to recover now. As for Kitan, his soul accepted the Golden Feather without any further issues. I just had to use Light Element to accelerate the fusion.'

Following that, Rean, Jakar, and Kitan came out of the Dimensional Realm. Naturally, Roan sent Jansa out at the same time, making it look like all four of them were sent away together.

"What did you do?" Jansa suddenly asked. "Something definitely wasn't right with you... or was it really you to start with? The feeling was off."

Rean smiled at her in response. "It was me. It's just that I hid a few things from you while we were inside the Dimensional Realm. But don't worry. As you can see, we're all fine."

Jakar held his head with his hand as he still had a huge headache from the process he went through just a few minutes ago. "Next time, I'll just ask you to simply kill me. That should be better."

Clovale narrowed his eyes in response. "Did you do anything to Jakar?"

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It was then that Fran appeared in the area. Not only him, but so did Luio and Ligra. They all looked at Jakar with shock in their eyes. "Wh-Where is your Golden Feather?!"

Jakar then used one of his hands to point at Kitan. "It's his Golden Feather now, so don't bother me anymore."

"What?!" Everyone focused their Divine Senses on Kitan, and sure enough, they saw the Golden Feather in the same place it was on Jakar's head. "That's impossible!"

Fran immediately grabbed Rean with his Spatial Powers and pulled him close. "What did you do?"

"What did I do? Obviously, I kept my part of the deal. The reason Jakar wanted to leave so desperately was all the pressure you put on him, no?" Rean asked. "Since that's the case, I just had to eliminate the reason behind this problem. I got Jakar to find someone who wished to have the Golden Feather and transplanted it. Now all of you don't have any reason to put all that pressure on him anymore. You can let him do whatever he wants. With that being said, no reason for him to leave anymore."

"Don't try to push your luck, kid!" Fran didn't take it very well, though.

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Luio and Ligra also wanted nothing more than to tear Rean apart. Unfortunately, they all knew he was the human that was being searched for and had warned the Jakarta Sect.

Yet, Rean showed an angry expression. "What's with your expressions? The Golden Feather is still there. It's just that Jakar is not the holder anymore. Could it be that all of you want to go back on your word? We had a deal! If I found a way of keeping him in the Winged Provis race, you would give me two Iridescent Tears!"

Rean then looked at Jakar, asking, "Hey, Jakar. Are you still thinking about leaving at any costs? I don't really see a reason for it anymore. You can now go out and practice your forging but ultimately live here. Isn't it better with your race's support?"

Jakar quickly nodded, replying, "That's true. My problem was with how everyone treated me and what all of you wanted me to do because of the Golden Feather. Now Kitan is the one you should pay attention to." At the same time, he complained to Rean through Divine Sense. 'Fuck you! You already got my Iridescent Tears, but you still want more of them from uncle and the others.'

Rean didn't feel the least bit of shame. 'Get everything you can while you can. That's my motto. You're not going to denounce me now, right? You owe me.'

Jakar's mouth could not help but twitch as his head still hurt nonstop. 'I should just have them kill you, that is. However, it was me who brought you here, and the spirit races aren't like you humanoids, so I'll pay my debt for pretending we were friends when we were captured. But you better teach me later about the forging method for the Azure Stream Crystals.'

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'No problem at all.' That was a low price if Rean could get even more Iridescent Tears. Sure, he didn't need more than two drops, but they would be great trading items due to their value.

Jakar continued, "Uncle Fran, father, mother, there's nothing wrong. Look! Kitan now has the Golden Feather. Unlike me, he truly wishes to have it. I think you're being too ungrateful for the service Tian has done for us. It was Uncle Fran who made a deal with him, and I decided to help in my own way."

"Ungrateful?!" Luio felt like crying! "First of all, how the hell did you do that? Just what kind of risks did you have to take to do that?!"

Rean shrugged his shoulders, saying, "Of course, there were a few risks. However, thinking about Senior Fran's deal with me, this was the safest method. It's just that you wouldn't accept it if I had told you what I intended to do. Fortunately, it went well."

Fran narrowed his eyes after that. "Kitan, come closer."

Kitan nodded and approached Fran. Naturally, Fran, Luio, Ligra, and the other Winged Provis in the area checked Kitan's Golden Feather up close with their Divine Senses. Yet, they couldn't see any problem. The Golden Feather was alive and connected to Kitan. If they didn't know Jakar was its previous owner, they wouldn't believe Jakar ever had it.

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"Elders, I truly wished to have the Golden Feather," said Kitan. "All of you know that my talent isn't any lower than Jakar's. In fact, it should be even higher than his now. That's why I accept to take part in this plan to transfer the feather to me. I don't wish to leave the race. I truly wish to train and take its leading position in the future. That wasn't possible before because I wasn't the feather's holder, but now I am."

Naturally, things wouldn't simply end like that. Fran and the others had a lot of questions for Rean's group.