But she found that she couldn’t see through Ethan’s specific strength, though she could roughly perceive it.
Ethan was an physical cultivator, residing in the late Dharma Body realm or perhaps at the peak of the Dharma Body realm.
However, the stability of his breath and the degree of essence and blood solidification far surpassed that of ordinary Dharma Body cultivators.
His power vaguely surpassed even so fifth-turn Mahayana cultivators.
"With such fighting prowess at such an age, no wonder he’s received an invitation letter from the Blood Tavern," Lana thought silently.
Then, she spoke with a calm voice: "Are you Ethan from the Blood Tavern?"
Ethan glanced at Lana twice.
Her appearance, her figure, and aloof temperant; she was far superior to even Seraphina in grace.
"I am the Manager of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion. Just call Manager Lana," Lana replied, composed and regal.
"Very well." Ethan cupped his hands politely.
The chill emanating from Lana’s body was noticeable.
"It feels so cold. She must be cultivating ice-attribute techniques," Ethan speculated in his mind.
He opened his Heaven-piercing Mind Eye again for a closer look.
"So she possesses the sa Ice Spirit Soul Body as Seraphina."
Ethan averted his gaze, surprised.
But Lana’s Ice Spirit Soul Body was fully awakened and cultivated to perfection, making her strength unfathomably greater than Seraphina’s.
Nearby, Bram caught sight of Lana. His face suddenly changed, eyes burning with desire.
One of the greatest pleasures in his life was to conquer beautiful won.
Lana’s noble, cool composure and dazzling appearance rivaled both Seraphina and Lyralei.
Moreover, he detected a familiar ice breath emanating from her.
Of course, all this stirred because he practiced the ancient furnace thod, the Soul Devouring Art.
"This familiar ice breath must be the sa ancient spiritual body Seraphina possessed, the Ice Spirit Soul Body," Bram thought while gazing at Lana’s beautiful face.
He felt his throat tighten involuntarily.
"Mr. Willow, I can’t see through Lana. What realm is she in?" Bram asked with mounting curiosity.
"Ninth turn peak, stronger than Gilbert!" Mr. Willow answered firmly.
"Wha...?"
Bram was shocked by the news — and then delighted.
He preferred won who were beautiful, cold, and powerful.
Letting Lana be conquered by him would yield a great sense of achievent.
Furthermore, taming Lana would boost his strength exponentially more than relying solely on dual cultivation.
Given enough ti, it might even open the path to the Supre Realm!
"Your Highness, this woman is the Manager of Myriad Treasures Pavilion. She is a Mahayana cultivator, at the absolute peak of the ninth turn. Here in Skyreach Territory, we dare not offend her," Willow warned solemnly.
"I know," Bram scoffed, his eyes persistently fixed on Lana, lust flashing within them from ti to ti.
Lana noticed the fiery gaze aiming at her.
Her face twisted imperceptibly, and disgust welled in her heart.
She deliberately ignored Bram.
Turning her attention back to Ethan, she found his dark eyes upon her.
But Ethan’s gaze was unwavering, free from any trace of impropriety.
"What are you looking at?" Lana asked evenly.
"I simply sensed sothing familiar about Manager Lana. It’s the Ice Spirit Soul Body, one of the ancient spiritual bodies," Ethan answered calm and clear.
"..." Lana’s brows knitted slightly, then she gave a rare, approving smile.
"He is worthy of the Blood Tavern’s selection. His sight is astutely sharp."
At those words, everyone watching grew extrely surprised.
Their ears caught the key word clearly.
"Blood Tavern!"
"Blood Tavern!"
"Let tell you, this young man is so strong he can face off the Vernal Dawn Dynasty’s Mahayana cultivators without losing ground. He’s the genius the Blood Tavern spotted. He must have already received the invitation!" Soone gasped.
Bram looked astonished on hearing this.
He and Willow exchanged glances.
anwhile, Gilbert, suppressed beneath the imnse pressure, observed them with stern eyes.
The foundation of the Blood Tavern wasn’t any weaker than the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
Across the Oceanreach Continent, mbers of the Blood Tavern were guarded by Supre Realm cultivators akin to those protecting Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
There was a guardian stationed in Noble Sun City.
Yet the Supre Realm cultivator’s presence remained a mystery—few had even glimpsed him.
However, any troublemaker in the Blood Tavern’s domain would quickly find the guardians descending upon them.
Holding the Blood Tavern’s invitation marked Ethan as its mber.
That ant they could no longer attack him as brazenly as before.
"Damn Ethan! How did he get an invitation to the Blood Tavern? Why does he carry it?"
Bram’s teeth clenched fiercely.
He himself had applied multiple tis for an invitation to the Vernal Dawn Dynasty branch but always failed.
Before coming here, gaining qualification was extrely unlikely.
One had to pass an assessnt and complete three bounty missions.
These tasks were grueling and limited by a strict ti fra.
Failing to complete three bounties in a year spelled failure.
No second chance was ever given to join the Blood Tavern.
Facing Lana’s complint calmly, Ethan replied, "Manager Lana is too kind. I’ve rely encountered the Ice Spirit Soul Body and know its aura. Otherwise, I wouldn’t recognize it."
"Oh? You’ve seen it?"
"I rember, you once belonged to Azure Origin Dao Sect. The saint daughter of Azure Origin Dao Sect also possesses the Ice Spirit Soul Body." Lana smiled and spoke.
She then faced Gilbert.
"You must be from the Vernal Dawn royal family. Explain what happened just now."
"Explain?" Gilbert sneered with disdain.
"Do we, the Vernal Dawn royal family, owe any explanation for our actions?"
"Presumptuous!" Lana’s eyes flashed ice-cold.
The oppressive aura returned, stronger than ever.
Evidently, Gilbert’s words had deeply displeased this Supre Realm powerhouse.
"..."
Gilbert gritted his teeth, frustrated but not fearful.
He was an Imperial killer bred by the Vernal Dawn royal family.
To kill him was to declare war on the dynasty itself.
"Sister Lana, Ethan and I have a grudge. It is only natural we clash," Bram said, attempting to smooth tensions.
"Sister?"
"Who gave you permission to call that?"
Lana’s face hardened into an icy mask.
A breath of ice erupted from her, manifesting as a roaring ice dragon shadow aid at Bram.
Bram felt as if a mountain pressed down on his chest, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
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