The owner of the Blood Tavern held a renowned reputation and had built such an enormous force. His own cultivation realm could not be weak. At the very least, he must be an Upper-level Supre, perhaps even an Ultimate Supre. Such a power would befit the influence he wielded.
"I still have so things to do, so I’ll take my leave." Ethan cut off the conversation with Rain and strode out without further idle talk.
"Brother, won’t you look over other bounty tasks?" Rain called after him.
"I won’t waste my ti now. I’m not strong enough yet. Even the simplest yellow-level tasks carry too much risk. I’ll wait until I reach Nirvana before considering those," Ethan answered briskly, leaving the tavern behind.
But then a fragrant breath floated behind him.
Rain stepped out from behind the counter, leaning close to Ethan’s ear and exhaling softly.
The unexpected nearness made Ethan shiver and a strange itch prick beneath his skin.
"Brother, don’t be angry. I just wanted to tell you—our owner was an Ultimate Supre in the past, but now... he might be a Perfect Supre," she whispered tantalizingly.
Ethan was caught off guard. He hadn’t known Rain had such a serious side, which shifted his impression of her slightly.
"Thank you very much, Shopkeeper."
"Just thanks?" Rain raised an eyebrow cheekily.
"I’m making an exception sharing the owner’s strength with you. I’ve gone to great lengths to please you—yet you still haven’t called Sister Rain," she complained, wiping mock tears from her eyes.
Ethan only cupped his hands and silently left.
Rain’s expression imdiately morphed back into her usual mischievous smile as she watched Ethan’s retreating back.
Suddenly, her eyes flared with burning desire.
Her finger lightly brushed her red lips, her face charged with lust.
"Ethan, you’re becoming more intriguing by the day. Your sister loves a good challenge—and the more you fight, the more I want you."
"My dear Ethan, your sister will surely conquer you!"
...
Ethan left the Blood Tavern and rged into the bustling heart of the city.
The streets sward with people and vibrant life, the hum of comrce and conversation filling the air.
He casually wandered into shops selling herbal spiritual plants, treasures from heaven and earth, and rare curiosities.
The shops were well stocked with expensive items, yet none matched his needs.
Although he already carried mountains of spiritual crystals and marrow, now that he was nearing the peak stage, his need for attribute energy was tenfold compared to the late stage.
He had to be prudent, spending wisely—avoiding waste.
Soon, Ethan arrived at the city center.
Several splendid pavilions floated above him, interconnected by shimring ladders that seed woven from light.
The buildings shared a highly consistent architectural style — evidently the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
Approaching the large square, he saw ladders soaring skyward, offering passage to the Pavilion.
Drawn closer, Ethan beheld the tall and magnificent structure.
Three grand words—"Myriad Treasures Pavilion"—hung proudly over the entrance.
Cultivators stread in and out, none appearing below the Soul Formation Realm.
Ethan noted this with interest.
Walking inside, his path was barred by two stern guards.
"Please show your Myriad Order," one demanded.
"Myriad Order?" Ethan frowned, puzzled. "What is that?"
"Is this your first ti at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, young master?"
"Yes," Ethan nodded.
"In that case, please proceed to the right to apply for the Myriad Order. The lowest realm required is Soul Formation Realm," the guards instructed.
Ethan felt the weight of his current spiritual power — just in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Noble Sun City was an adept mixture of powers hiding their true strengths.
The Pavilion was wise—not foolishly blocking entrance.
They simply guided newcors to apply appropriately.
"What about cultivators below Soul Formation Realm?" Ethan inquired curiously.
"You’ll discover a Lesser Treasure Hall, specially established for cultivators below Soul Formation."
"There, training resources suited to their level could be found," the guard replied.
"I see."
Ethan nodded and advanced into the Pavilion.
The establishnt was thoughtfully designed, despite the uncomfortable mandate to divide according to realms.
Yet such ruthless hierarchy was the jungle’s nature.
The strong made the rules; the weak were ants before them.
Reaching the counter for Myriad Order registration, he found two young won charged with the task.
Though attractive, they lacked Rain’s captivating charm.
"This young master, may I have your na?" one asked politely.
"Ethan."
"Very well, Mr. Ethan. Our Myriad Treasures Pavilion requires the Myriad Order for entry. The lowest acceptable realm is Soul Formation."
"I understand," Ethan responded, producing a palm-sized red envelope with golden edges.
Though called an envelope, it was hard and jade-like.
Emblazoned boldly was the character "blood" in flowing script.
This was the Blood Tavern’s coveted invitation letter.
Rain had ntioned holding this invitation granted ten percent discounts at Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
Such invitations were rare — symbols of high status.
Ethan smiled inwardly, recognizing the convenience.
The maid glanced down, eyes wide in surprise upon seeing the red character.
She quickly leaned forward and said apologetically: "I am blind. I did not know Mr. Ethan was from the Blood Tavern. Please forgive any offense."
"It’s nothing," Ethan waved off, unwilling to cause unnecessary trouble.
"Mr. Ethan, please wait a mont. I will inform the manager imdiately."
At this, another maid spoke respectfully and hurried off.
While Ethan waited, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
"Ethan!"
The sharp call made Ethan frown.
The tone was tainted with malice.
Turning slowly, he beheld two n standing atop the stairs.
One was an old man, another middle-aged, and a younger man.
Ethan imdiately recognized two of them: Bram, the sixth prince of Vernal Dawn, infamous for his failed attempt to stir conflict at Azure Origin Dao Sect years ago.
Next to him stood the dreaded Mr. Willow.
The third, unfamiliar to Ethan, was presumably another mber of the Vernal Dawn royal family.
Indeed, Myriad Treasures Pavilion hosted a treasure appraisal conference drawing even the royal family of Vernal Dawn.
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