The next day.
Inside the tavern.
Aaron, who was drinking, paused ever so slightly at the wrist, then, as if nothing had happened, drained the fine wine in his cup in one gulp.
That... instant of spine-chilling dread just now—was that perhaps a Foundation Establishment divine sense sweeping over me?
But I didn't conceal anything at all. I'm just an ordinary person, so I was let off?
Does this mean I've passed the most dangerous period? So long as they don't slaughter the city, there's nothing they can do to me...
Late that night, Aaron went straight to bed.
Above the prefecture city.
The Black Blood Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator gazed down at the myriad lights of countless homes, his expression as dark as water. He had captured every Qi Refinement cultivator he could find nearby and refined their souls for interrogation, yet had gained nothing.
"Could it be... that brat's aura-concealing divine ability is truly so exquisite?"
This great Foundation Establishment cultivator's face was filled with disbelief.
What he did not know was that Aaron had not concealed his aura at all. He had genuinely dispersed his cultivation and become an ordinary man. Naturally, this was more effective than any concealment technique, because it was real to begin with!
"At this point, then there is only... slaughtering the city?"
A deep crimson light flared in the eyes of this great Foundation Establishment cultivator.
To immortal cultivators, mortals were mere ants. Nor did this world have any notion of karmic heavenly punishment—no matter how many mortals one killed, lightning would not strike them down!
The only things that could somewhat restrain demonic cultivators were righteous-path cultivators and a negligible amount of public reputation.
"If this were the Martial Kingdom, the sect would need large numbers of mortals to bear