Death... and me

Chapter 1899 Didn't Make Much Sense

Nevertheless, Luio and Ligra were still angry. After all, it was their kid who had the Golden Feather. Regardless of how much Jakar didn't want it, that fact gave them a lot of pride. "You will put his Golden Feather back!"

However, Fran quickly intervened there. "Luio, Ligra, it can't be that simple. If we could transfer the Golden Feather as we saw fit, we wouldn't have had all these problems." Fran then looked back at Rean, asking him, "How did you do it?"

Rean shrugged his shoulders, replying, "You already know that I'm the human they're looking for, right? What's my real elemental affinity then?"

"Light or Dark," Fran answered straight away. "The reports mentioned that you and your brother can use both. What about it?"

Rean nodded, explaining, "That's all there is to it. I used my Dark Element to cut the strand connecting Jakar's Golden Feather to his soul and my Light Element to keep it alive during the transfer. Attaching it to Kitan was simple as any Winged Provis soul would never reject the Golden Feather as long as it was alive. I also used my Light Element to heal Jakar's soul, although he will feel quite a bit of pain for the next few days."

"Was such thing really possible?" Luio couldn't help but ask.

Fran shook his head in response. "Whether it is possible or not, we already know. The truth is right in front of our eyes. Not only did he transfer it to Kitan, but we also can't feel any changes in our ability to control Wind Element."

Suddenly, a few more elders of the Winged Provis Race appeared. That event obviously affected all of them. "If that's the case, then there's no need to leave the feather attached to someone so young. Let's give it to one of our older and higher-leveled members. That's the best thing for the race."

Kitan was taken aback as he took a few steps back. "No can do! I want to be the holder!"

"Stop with your bullshit." One of the elders got angry. "This is not related to your own selfish reasons. We're talking about the race's overall strength."

"Ahem..." Rean suddenly called their attention. "First of all, there's a good chance it might fail. Second, the transfer has to be done between beings of similar cultivation. Their ages must be around the same as well since that would make their souls more compatible. With that being said, Kitan and Jakar aren't even an entire realm away from each other. Last but not least, the one giving the feather away has to be absolutely willing to do so and fully lay their soul out for me. Since Kitan is obviously unwilling, you'll just get a dead Golden Feather and a dead Kitan on top of that."

"How do you know that?" the elder asked, doubtful.

Rean shrugged his shoulders in response. "There's no better element to deal with the soul other than the Light Element. That is simply the truth. If you don't believe me, head to the angels' realm and ask them yourselves. In any case, I still haven't got my payment. Where are my Iridescent Tears?"

Ligra didn't care about it. "Go to hell! That means my boy could have died! I should kill you instead and not pay you anything!"

Jakar gave his own opinion, though. "Mother, I was willing to jump into the spatial storms and try my luck just to get out of this place. Do you really think it's a bad thing? Now I don't care too much whether I stay or not. I'm not the holder anymore."

Luio sighed in response. "He's right, Ligra. He did try it once, so perhaps he's safer without it, even if he ran the risk when he transferred it away. Isn't our boy's life more important than the feather?"

"I..." Ligra couldn't come up with a reason to refute that. "Whatever! Will Jakar get any harmful side effects?"

Rean shook his head, saying, "The strand of soul that came out of the main soul was just too thin. It didn't carry any memories either. After I used my Light Element to heal the injury, his soul already began to recover. Of course, we're talking about an injury to the soul here, so it'll take a few months until he's fully healed. In any case, it won't affect him in any possible way. Well, except that he won't get the Golden Feather's help anymore. He's now just like any other Winged Provis, and he'll need to put the same effort as the others."

Ligra gritted her teeth. "This still makes me want to rip you to shreds. However, I won't get involved in this anymore. Jakar, you'll come with me to the Sanctuary and cultivate there for the next years. I won't let you take a single step outside anymore."

"Eh?!" Jakar was taken aback. "But I have nothing to do with the Golden Feather anymore!"

"That's your punishment for not telling us. Sure, we would never let you try such a thing, but it only makes things worse," Ligra answered. "As for what you want to do with this boy, that has nothing to do with me anymore."

*Vup, vup!*

Before Jakar could ask anything, she had already taken him away with her own Spatial Powers.

Luio didn't leave with her, though. He was also one of the elders, so he had to be here to see what would be done with Rean.

"Now, what do we do with you?" Fran still held Rean tightly.

"Do we need to give him back to the Jakarta Sect?" An elder called Hosti stepped out and asked.

Everyone knew what he was thinking. Once the Golden Feather holder was about to die, the feather would disappear. Then the race had to wait until the day a new holder was born with it. However, if they could keep Rean there, didn't that mean they could transfer the feather to another host and not have to wait for anything?

Rean immediately shook his head, telling them, "It seems like you forgot an important point. The cultivation and age have to be similar. Simply put, you want me to transfer the feather from someone close to death to another being close to death. Is there any point to that?"

"This..." Indeed, that didn't make much sense.