Back at the unremarkable inn, he shut the door, shutting out the growing clamor and lurking dangers beyond. Li Yuan sat cross-legged on the hard bed. He did not immediately regulate his breathing, but first took out everything he had gained that night and laid it before him.
The black iron token carved with a wolf's head and the number "seven" felt icy to the touch, carrying the iron-blooded Baleful Intent of a hundred battles on the battlefield—a stark contrast to the Netherworld Cult's chilling aura. "Wolf Fiend..." he murmured. Who was behind this organization of professional assassins? Was it the desperate counterattack of the Li Family's remaining forces, or another wave of hired lackeys sent by the Netherworld Cult? Or had his display of strength in the ghost market attracted new covetous eyes?
He put the iron token away and turned his gaze to the other items: the "Ghost Tooth Token" and account book he had taken from Poison Fang, along with the "Netherworld Soul Chasing Token," which still radiated a chill and had firmly locked onto his aura. The eerie eye runes on the token pulsed faintly in the dim lamplight, as if alive, reminding him that his feud with the Netherworld Cult would end only when one side was dead.
Last came the foundation of his power—the profound intent of the Crimson Sun True Scripture, and the Dark Crimson Gold Crimson Sun rotating steadily deep within his Qi Sea.
Tonight's successive bloody battles, especially his clashes with the Netherworld Cult powerhouse and the Wolf Fiend assassin, had deepened his understanding of his own strength and made him feel the pressure bearing down on him. Enemies at the peak of the Aperture Opening Realm had already appeared. Stronger foes were likely watching from the shadows as well. With