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City of Chaos, East District.

Blood Refining Sect, Innate Sixth Level Realm expert from the Xue Ya Sect, slowly walked into a building called "Black Wind Stronghold".

This is the headquarters of Black Wind Stronghold, one of the three major local forces in Chaos City.

"Lord Xue Ya Raven, your presence is an honor! I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner!"

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold, a burly man with a face full of scars, who had also reached the Innate Fourth Level Realm, immediately came out to greet Xue Ya the moment he learned of his arrival.

He wore a smile, but deep in his eyes was a deep sense of apprehension.

What he feared was not only Xue Ya 'Innate Sixth Level Realm cultivation. In this City of Chaos, while Innate Sixth Level expert was considered a top-tier powerhouse, they were by no means someone who could act with impunity.

What he truly feared was the name behind Xue Ya — the Blood Refining Sect!

"Enough with the nonsense." Xue Ya's voice was like a poisoned knife, hoarse and cold. "I'm here for only one thing. Keep an eye on someone for me."

He threw an arrest warrant on the table.

"Dongfang Ri."

The Black Wind Stronghold chief glanced at the portrait, then at the chilling bounty, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"The moment he appears in City of Chaos," Xue Ya said slowly, "Notify me immediately."

"Rest assured, sir," the Black Wind Stronghold chieftain quickly bowed and replied, "Our Black Wind Stronghold's spies are spread throughout the entire city. If this person dares to show his face, he will not escape our notice!"

On the other side, following the directions of passersby, Dongfang Yueming was walking unhurriedly toward the largest auction house in the city center, "Myriad Treasures Pavilion".

Just as he was walking through a slightly secluded alley, a sweet, coquettish cry for help came from ahead.

"Oh, gentlemen, you... you shouldn't do this."

Several thugs were cornering a woman with a voluptuous figure and wearing a seductive red dress against the wall.

Although the woman kept saying "no," her captivating peach blossom eyes inadvertently glanced at Dongfang Yueming, who had just entered the alley, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Hey girl, come with us! We'll make you feel like you're in Heavenly Immortal!" The leader of the thugs grinned lewdly and reached out to grab the woman's shoulder.

"Help--!"

The woman let out a perfectly timed scream, shifting her body to the side and hiding right behind Dongfang Yueming.

"Kid, if you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!" The thug was furious when he saw this and threatened him viciously.

Dongfang Yueming didn't even bother to glance at him.

He simply blew a breath.

"Call--"

An invisible gust of wind swept out.

Those thugs who were still swaggering around didn't even have time to react. Like grains of sand scattered by a gale, their bodies instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated into the air.

The alleyway fell silent instantly.

The woman in the red dress froze, her expression of panic completely gone. For the first time, her captivating eyes revealed undisguised shock and horror!

She was originally the leader of the "Red Flower Society," one of the three major forces in this Chaos City, and her name was Hong Sanniang. Today's "hero saves the beauty" act was just a common trick she used to hook rich men and extort money.

She never dreamed that she would actually catch a... real dragon today!

Dongfang Yueming ignored her and turned to leave.

"Senior... please wait!" Hong Sanniang quickly came to her senses, her voice no longer carrying any allure, only sincere reverence.

Myriad Treasures Pavilion, the biggest den of iniquity in the City of Chaos.

As soon as Dongfang Yueming stepped inside, he was immediately drawn to the luxurious scene before him.

The entire hall was packed.

In the front row of VIP seats, a young woman dressed in a gold brocade robe, adorned with jewels, and with a rather pretty face, stood out. She looked to be only in her early twenties, with a perpetually smiling expression that seemed harmless, but her bright, darting eyes revealed a shrewdness beyond her years.

Behind her stood a row of guards with imposing auras, the leader of whom was none other than a Innate expert.

"That's ' Golden Abacus ' Ma Qianqian," someone whispered nearby. "The young lady of the Ma Clan on the outskirts of the Central Domain. I heard she's here for that Treasure-Grade Innate method."

Dongfang Yueming merely glanced at it indifferently.

[That guard... his spiritual power is weak and his foundation is unstable. It seems he's just a common mortal-grade Mortal-Grade Innate level.]

He thought to himself.

With Dongfang Yueming 'Treasure Grade of the Innate Perfection realm, these ordinary Innate experts were like dilapidated buildings without a solid foundation in his eyes; their inherent weakness could be seen through at a glance.

His attention was quickly drawn to another group of people.

That was a sinister-looking young man named Song Qi sitting in the VIP section on the other side. Behind him stood a middle-aged man with a restrained aura but eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

[This one is somewhat stronger than the previous one, at the Innate Second Level. However... he is still someone with a shallow foundation.]